I tuck the note into my back pocket and unlatch the door. I walk into the room with an unusual spring in my step until I remember about Harry’s weirdness in the hall. It was clear he didn’t like me laughing with the elevator hotty but he must have been embarrassed about that note. I don't know why, the note was charming and sweet and I wanted nothing more than to be more serious with him, but now I don’t know if this ‘indoor date’ is even happening.

“What’s up ducky” Lucy chirps breaking me from my thoughts. I look up to her slightly concerned face without answering “you’ve got your angry crease, what’s wrong?” I rolled my eyes at her affectionate term for the lines that dip in-between my eyebrows and just above my nose when I wear a frown.

“well Harry left this really cute note asking me out on a ‘indoor date’ taped to our door but now I don’t know if it’s happening because he saw me laughing with some gorgeous boy in the lift on the way up here but we weren’t even flirting or anything and he definitely wasn't Harry Styles status of hot but he just made a joke about farts and you know I can’t keep a straight face when people talk about farts Lucy, I” I rambled on before getting abruptly cut off;

“Shut up, for like two seconds Phoebs” she giggled but I still held my angry crease. “He’s just jealous, text him and tell him how excited you are to see him” she stated simply, like it was obvious. My frown finally faded into a neutral expression and she giggled again.

“Stop laughing at me!” I protested, finally cracking and laughing with her.

“He’s just getting butt hurt because you’re hot and your milkshakes bringing alllll the boys to the yard” she says and I shake my head in disbelief whilst giggling. I grab my phone and open up Harry and I’s conversation.

To Styles:

Really excited about this

No, no, that’s needy, erase, erase, erase!

Are we still on for tonight

Urg no, backspace, backspace, backspace, because then he’ll think that I think he’s jealous...Well he is jealous but I can’t let him think that I know that he’s jealous. Damn why is this so complicated.

So, what should I wear for our ‘Indoor Date’? x

Okay that’s good, right? send.

I throw my phone back onto the bed and Lucy squeals;

“we’re moving in to our flat tomorrow!” she says, jumping up and down. “I can’t wait, we’re going to need a few extra pairs of hands to help though” she states and I nod. I grin back at her, equally as excited, it’ll be good to have a home, and not just some hotel room that your fake boyfriend’s management team are paying for.

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After organising a few things for tomorrow, I agree to ask Harry and the boys for a hand with moving when I see him tonight. Just as I’m contemplating whether to get ready or not my phone buzzes. I pick it up immediately not caring how desperate I look.

From Styles:

Something comfy and … cuddly x

I laugh at his pun on the nickname he gives me before another text comes through

Get it, because you’re cuddles? x

I laugh even more at his explanation

To Styles:

Yes Harry, I got it :’) x

I decide to take full advantage of his ‘comfy’ dress-code and slip my baggy sweatpants on, I put on a tank top and soon after a sweatshirt when I find goose bumps rising on my arms. The time was getting dangerously close to 7:00 and I didn’t know whether to take anything, it wasn’t exactly a long way to come if I forgot anything, was it?

I brush my hair through lightly and pull it up into a topknot, I don’t do anything more than what I already had on makeup wise. I spray some deodorant and sprits with my favourite perfume before grabbing my phone and charger. I give Lucy a hug and she teasingly asks me if I have my good underwear on. I do have nice underwear on but I highly doubt any of that will be happening tonight. I slip the hotel key into my pocket and exit the room, shutting the door gently behind me. I make my way down the corridor, silently praying that I don’t see anyone I know through fear of what I look like as I make my way to Harry’s door. It’s different for me and him, I don’t care what state he sees me in, of course it’s nice to get dolled up and wow him, but it’s different for us. I know that our attraction isn’t purely based off of infatuation, but something about our personalities that sparks interest in one another.

It’s refreshing that a boy who could have any woman in the world seems to like me, even a little bit.
But that’s just it, the thought that constantly plays in my mind even though I try desperately to push it back.

Why does he want ‘just me’?

Notes

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