Breakfast turned into lunch as Harry decided we needed to watch 'Dear John', the book I had been reading when Harry visited the bookstore. Luckily, I had no interest in finishing the book, and hadn't really been that into it in the first place. So I agreed. It has Channing Tatum, so why not?

But, working the night shift has it's downfalls, and near the end of the movie I fell asleep. When I awoke several hours later, Harry was gone. 'Good, he didn't hang around to watch me sleep' I thought as I sat up and ran my hands through my hair to get some of the tangles out. I wandered into his bathroom to see if he had a hairbrush I could borrow. With those luscious locks he had to have one, right?

As expected, a hairbrush sat on the edge of the sink and I picked it up. "This will work better than trying to use my fingers."

"What?"

I froze. I thought I'd been alone and stupidly talked to myself out loud. But I knew that voice from somewhere.... "Louis?"

He poked his head into the bathroom and smiled. "Sorry to surprise you... uh, what were you going to do with that hairbrush?" He eyed me curiously.

"Brush my hair?" I replied. Was Harry very possessive of his hairbrushes? Or maybe he had lice and Louis was warning me?

"Oh, okay. Because it kind of sounded liked.... Never mind." He shook his head and left.

Confused, I followed him out of the bathroom. "Sounded like what? Did you think I'd steal it?"

"God, no, I'm not trying to accuse you of anything," he apologized. "It just sounded a little strange, because you said something about it being better than your fingers... I mean, I know Harry doesn't usually put out to just anyone, so I get it-"

I shook my head and held up my hands to get him to stop talking. "Ew, no I was not about to do that with his hairbrush! Why would you even think that?"

He shrugged, and tried to mask a smirk. "You were talking in your sleep."

Damn, this keeps getting worse! "How long were you watching me sleep?"

"Relax, I wasn't. I got here 15 minutes ago. Harry forgot his phone charger, but he's recording so he asked me to get it. But you were, kinda, sleeping on it, so I waited on the balcony, and came in when I saw you were up. Now that you're awake, I'll get it and leave you with his hairbrush." He teased as he retrieved Harry's charger from the bed.

I looked back at his hair bush after Louis left and decided not to brush my hair after all. 'I should probably just go home.' Today had been weird enough, and I really wanted to sleep in my own bed.

*Dinner?

I was awoken by Harry's text several hours later. As my mind slowly woke up I realized he was asking me to dinner. Like a date? My brain spun, but couldn't stop my hands from texting him back, asking when and where.

*I can't exactly go out, so maybe you could bring some take away?

He replied, quickly followed with:

*I'll pay you back, if you want

Now that I was fully awake, I crafted a response that would hopefully determine if this was a date or not:

*We'll split it. What would you like?

He instantly answered:

*My treat, I insist. Surprise me ;)

So if he's paying, it's a date? And what does surprise me mean! Ugh, I hate making decisions like this. What if he doesn't like it? What if he's allergic and I accidentally kill Harry Styles?

When he answered he did not, I decided to go with Chinese. Who doesn't like Chinese food? I called an order in to my favorite place, which was conveniently on the way to his hotel, and hopped in the shower.

When I arrived at the hotel I texted him I'd gotten to his floor so his security would let me through.

*Meet me in the hallway

Confused, I walked the halls of the top floor until I found him. "That was weird, but okay?" I laughed when I caught up to him.

"This staircase leads to the roof," he explained, as if that answered my question. "We're just in time to watch the sun set, I think." He led me up the stairs to the hotel roof and over to a few chairs near a table. "I'm not entirely sure we're supposed to be up here, but I couldn't stay in that hotel room any longer."

"It's pretty nice up here. I've never seen the bookstore from his angle. It looks so...small." I frowned and looked down at the tiny store surrounded by bigger buildings, and wondered if maybe that was somehow a metaphor for my life at this moment.

"What did you get us for dinner?" He asked, interrupting my introspection.

I handed him the take out and he opened the bag to take a look. "Jesus, how much did you buy?" He inspected the small white containers one by one as he set them on the table

"Well, I wasn't sure what you'd like. And, since you said you were paying, I figured I'd get a lot," I teased and pretend to smile innocently.

He made a teasing face and quickly glanced at the bill before reaching for his wallet. "This ought to cover it, keep the change."

"Holy shit Harry, this did not cost $200!"

"Consider it a tip? That's something Canadians do, right?" He shrugged. "A delivery fee?"

"Yes, but-" I shoved half of it back toward him, "I can't accept that."

"This is our last show in Canada and I have way too much extra Canadian money, just take it." He waved it off like it was nothing, but I continued to try to give it back to him.

"Then save it for the next time One D goes on tour."

He stopped resisting and let me leave the money in his open hand. "Actually, we might not be touring again for a while. We're thinking of taking a break."

He looked away, and it was quiet for a moment. It almost sounded like he was talking about breaking up with his long-time girlfriend, and I did not know how to respond. "Well, I'm sure you'll be back in Canada at some point. Just keep it."

A smile slowly cracked across his face and he lifted his eyes to meet mine. "Have I told you how nice it is to talk to someone who doesn't care about One Direction?" He laughed and pulled out a chair for me to sit down. He reached for something under the table. "I hope you like red wine, because I can't stand white." He put a bottle and two glasses on the table.

"Thanks, I guess I like red." I had only had cheap wine, and whatever kind this was looked expensive enough it had to be delicious (and it was!). "So, I'm guessing your break is not something I should tell anyone about?" I asked as we started eating. "Like, all those girls camping outside the bookstore?" I teased.

He nearly spit out his lo mein. "God no," he laughed, but the smile melted. "Actually, they should be out of your hair pretty soon. Our last show is tomorrow night, so, we're heading out soon after."

It was slowly sinking in what he was trying to tell me. This was it. "Oh." I looked down at my General Tso's and suddenly didn't feel like eating it anymore. Maybe because I'd drained that first glass of delicious wine too fast, and was well into my second, but I realized just how much I liked being around that cute long-haired boy with a dimple.

'Fuck'

Notes

I saw the opportunity to use a song title from this new album and I took it, I hope you don’t think it’s too cheesy. I hope to write some possible ‘experiences’ that may have led to some of the songs on his new album, but honestly I have no idea what I’m doing : )

New chapters coming soon, let me know what you think! Thanks! :)