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All Again

Chapter Twenty

CHAPTER TWENTY
HARRY

Then.

Becca was quiet the rest of the day and it was because of me.
I had messed up almost kissing her.
I had crossed a line.
By now it was more than obvious that she didn’t want more, and there I was, about to crash my lips against hers.
She was just so beautiful.
Seriously one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen and more importantly, she had a beautiful spirit.
We bonded so easily that it scared me.
In a lot of ways she had been exactly what I had been waiting on. She was kind, thoughtful, funny…and she didn’t take me too seriously.
She knew who I was but didn’t let it come between us.
She was still herself with me.
“Are you hungry?” I asked when we got back to the hotel. I had been trying to make small talk with her to break the mood but she wouldn’t budge.
It dawned on me that I had possibly ruined the trip and made things awkward and that bothered me.
I didn’t want things to change between us and I quickly tried to soothe any tension.
“No.” she said quietly from her seat. We had went back and visited the Grand Palace as well as visiting the temple I wanted to see.
“Well what do you want to do?” I asked.
Earlier in the day I had been texted by a well known DJ in the area and I had gotten to know him shortly before Becca had arrived.
He had invited me to a club that night to hang out one last time before we left for Hong Kong in the morning.
I was contemplating going now but didn’t know where me and Becca stood.
“I need to make some calls.” she said. “I’ll be in my room a bit.”
“Would you maybe want to go out tonight?” I asked.
“Sure.” she said but she didn’t sound too enthused.
I didn’t know what it had all meant and I was starting to confuse myself.
I kept replaying the moment in the car. I had moved to kiss her and for a moment, it had seemed like she wanted to kiss me back…but now, this.
She was being too distant to have wanted it.
I decided to test her.
“We can get Niall to go too.” I threw out.
She was practically in love with him so why not.
I waited for her eyes to light up and a smile to break on her face, but nothing happened.
“That’s fine.” she said with no emotion. “I’ll be back.”
She turned away from me and left the room.
Well that was just great…
I hopped on my bed and closed my eyes.
I wanted to just close my mind off for a few seconds.
I could hear noise coming from Niall’s room next door and I knew he was playing a video game.
I decided to go hang with him a bit and then check on Becca later.
Sometimes the best distraction was focusing on someone else.
I left my room, heading next door and Niall opened the door.
As I entered, I saw Niall, Zayn, and Louis all hanging out.
Apparently I had missed the hangout memo.
The only one missing was Liam and I knew he was probably with his girlfriend by now.
“What’s going on?” I asked going in the room.
Louis, who had a controller in his hand, looked up at me first. “Hey mate! Where’s your girlfriend?”
He smiled and I shook my head in discontent. Apparently word had gotten around about Becca.
“Don’t start.” I said taking a seat on one of the lounge chairs. “Just because you and Eleanor broke up-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah-” he said waving me off quickly. I knew he didn’t want to get into that conversation. He was still sore about his longtime relationship ending.
I smiled.
I turned to Zayn, who was in the corner on his phone. He hadn’t said one word.
“What’s up?” I asked him.
“Nothing.” he mumbled, not even glancing my way.
I turned away from him.
He had been in a mood lately, and the only way to fix it was to just give him space.
“What are you doing tonight Harry?” Niall asked, resuming their game.
“I don’t know. I think I might go out.”
Louis looked at me in surprise. “Really? Me and Zayn are thinking about checking out this sick club that’s suppose to be here.”
“Yeah?” I said casually. “I don’t know.”
It was all dependent on Becca and how she felt.
I didn’t know how comfortable she would be going out with my bandmates.
“Liam too?” I asked, as a second thought.
They nodded no.
“I’m not going either. Not my scene.” Niall volunteered.
Louis and Zayn-finally- looked at me.
“So you want to go with us? You never come out.” Zayn pointed out.
I scratched my head before pulling a tie off my wrist. I quickly pulled my hair back.
“I don’t know.” I reiterated.
Louis shrugged and turned from me. He scolded Niall for a move he made on the game and then answered me.
“Well we’re leaving at 11pm. So…be ready if.”
I didn’t respond and just watched the game for a couple minutes.
Becca was on my mind and I was mentally preparing for my day tomorrow. I would have the flight, rehearsals and then a show at night. It wasn’t exactly the best time to go out. But, it was my last night and we wouldn’t be back for a while.
I told the guys I would come, and then shot a text to the DJ and Becca.
*Can you be ready by 10:30 tonight? Think me and some of the mates are going to a club. I want you to come*
*I can try* she replied back five minutes later.
It was super vague and instantly irritated me.
Where was the exciting and fun Becca from earlier?
*Are you okay?* I texted back.
*I’m perfect* she replied.
To me it read as sarcasm, but you could never be sure with text messages. I decided to just abandon the whole conversation and talk to her in person. I would give her some space since it was only 7pm and we had some time before we had to leave.

I spent my next two hours with the guys and then headed to my room to shower. I dressed casually throwing on a black tee and black jeans. I had sent a quick tweet about St. Patrick’s Day a few hours earlier, and had been getting many responses.
I followed a few fans on my Twitter and then decided I had delayed my time enough.
I headed to Becca’s room across the hall, and knocked.
I could hear her playing music behind the door.
It sounded like the Weeknd’s Earned It until the noise disappeared.
She opened the door.
Fuck. Me.
“Hey?” she called softly.
Oh. My. God.
“Sorry I didn’t really hear you.” she said.
My mind tried to work words together quickly for a response but I was frozen.
She looked, quite possibly, like perfection.
It was obvious she had been getting ready.
Her hair was curled now and cascading in small waves past her shoulders and stopped at the peak of her chest. She was wearing a tank top so I could see her ample bust more clearly and the small peek of her stomach.
I swallowed.
I wanted her.
Fuck I wanted her.

Badly.

“It’s fine.” I said in a rush as a sentence came to me.
Her eyes were curious as they stared back at me. They were now lined with small makeup and made her light brown eyes almost golden.
“What?” she asked suddenly. “Do I have something on my face?”
I realized I was staring. I moved to run a hand through my hair, then remembered I had a man bun now.
“Ah no.” I said dropping my hand nervously. I tucked them in my jeans.
“You look great.” I said.
“I’m almost ready.” she said moving out of the way and turning away from me briefly.
I couldn’t help that my eyes traveled down to her skinny jeans. They were so tight, I could make out a perfect imprint of her legs. I wondered for a brief moment what they would be like wrapped around me.
“No problem.” I said stepping in the room. “I’m sure the guys aren’t ready either.”
“Okay cool.” she said and shut the door behind me.
I could smell the hints of Coconut and Vanilla again.
She headed to the bathroom.
“Do you know what kind of club it is? I didn’t really bring clothes for nightlife.”
I scanned the room, looking for a peek of the outfit she was going to wear but I didn’t see it yet.
I was contemplating telling her let’s just not go-that way, she could stay in her tank and jeans-but I was curious if it could get better.
And I had a strong feeling it did.
“I’m sure whatever you wear is fine. It’s a club so it’ll probably be dark anyway.”
“And sweaty,” she said walking back out to me. “I don’t even know why I curled my hair.”
“Oh but I like it.” I said quickly looking at her.
She smiled. “Thanks.”
She gestured to herself and her slight transformation. “I usually don’t do this.”
“You don’t really need too.” I said honestly. “But you look beautiful.”
She blushed. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks Harry.” she said quietly.
She sat on the bed and turned to me.
“I want to apologize to you.”
I looked back at her.
“For what?”
“I feel like I’ve been mean or rude today, and I’m sorry. I’ve just…I’ve been worried about something and-” she stopped and sighed. “Well it’s not that important anymore. I’m over it.”
“What was it?” I asked.
Her hazel eyes met mine.
For a moment, something moved across them.
“Something unrealistic.” she muttered and then stood, turning from me.
A realization hit me.
A big one.
Maybe she…
Maybe we could…
“What’s unrealistic Becca?” I asked quickly.
She looked back at me and then scanned my outfit.
She smiled slowly.
“You’re missing something.”
I looked down.
“The famous shoes.” she said as I brought my eyes back to her.
“I know you’re wearing socks but it’s weird not seeing you in your boots.”
I smiled, but noted how she changed the conversation. I wasn’t that easily distracted and my question would come back later.
When there was time, and we could really talk, I would ask her.
Otherwise it would play on my mind.
“Well I hate to break it to you, but I’m probably wearing trainers tonight.”
“What’s that?”
“Tennis shoes.”
She chuckled. “Do you even own a pair?”
I smiled. “I do, but I only wear them when I work out.”
“Well then its settled! Gold boots it is.”
I smiled back.
“I think gold boots is a little obnoxious for this outfit. Maybe just my tan ones.”
“You’re no fun.” she teased.
“We’ll do a even trade. Do you want me to wear them on stage for you tomorrow?”
She snapped her fingers and pointed them at me. Her eyes raised. Oh, oh, oh!
“I forgot about the show tomorrow. I need to pack tonight huh?”
I nodded. “You do.” I looked around the room at her feminine touches. “Though you did decorate it so beautifully. I’d be anxious to see your dorm.”
“Maybe one day you will.” she said and went over to her suitcase. “I do need to get dressed though.”
“You have time.” I reminded her.
“I don’t. It’s after ten.”
“Oh.” I said simply.
I started to head out of the room.
“You don’t have to leave.” she said.
I turned as she turned the TV on.
“I’ll be in the bathroom.”
She bent down pulling a black shirt and another black and red plaid shirt out of her bag.
I didn’t know what combination she was about to put together but I wanted to see it.
She smiled and gently brushed my shoulder as she went in the bathroom.
I sat on her bed and looked at the TV. There was a game show on and it was captioned in English.
I didn’t really pay much attention to it though.
As far as I was concerned it was just white noise.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and I instantly turned to see.
She came out quickly, not even looking at me as she tossed some items in her carryon bag.
Fuck.
She did look better.
She sprayed some shit on her face and then faced me.
I had to be staring once again.
“Guess I’ll channel my inner Khole Kardashian.” she joked as my eyes raked up and down her body.
She had tied the flannel around her waist and let the black t-shirt stand out. But that wasn’t what killed me…it was her shorts.
The same distressed ones she had worn the day she arrived.
Ended with a pair of black leather boots, she was walking sex. Another wave of interest moved through me, then, jealously.
I couldn’t let her go out like this.
The guys would be all over her.
I stood. “Um…I like your outfit but…” I paused as her eyes grew wide. “Well…you do know we’ll be around men all night?”
She looked down at her bare legs. “Is it too much? I just know it’s going to be hot in the club and I want to be comfortable.”
I looked at her legs. They were tan and oiled, and looked so smooth. Two perfect little stems.
They were way too beautiful to not be seen.
“No I mean…you can do what you want.” I said finally, deciding I needed to see her like this. “It’ll be fine either way.”
She looked back at me a moment further and then threw her hands up.
“Ugh! I’m going to change. You‘re probably right.”
“No!” I said quickly. “It’s fine.” I said finally. “Really Becca. Please don’t listen to me. I have no clue what I’m talking about.”
I was being a pervert but this would be the only time I would probably get to see her like this. She was way too casual and conservative.
Jeez. Looking at her, how did this girl not have a boyfriend?
How could no one see how fucking hot she was?
“Are you sure?” she asked demurely.
“I’m sure.” I said and smiled. “You look amazing.”
She blushed again. “Alright cool.”
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Which wasn’t a good thing.
“Um…I should probably check on the guys and let you finish up.” I offered.
I needed a quick escape so that I could contain my thoughts.
“Kay.” she said and I practically ran out of the room.
This was going to be a long night.
********************
We all loaded in separate SUV’s an hour later.
As I had initially figured, the guys eyes were all over her.
“Nice job.” Louis said patting me on my back when she wasn’t looking. I just brushed them off. I had brought girls around before but I was a little more secretive. Everyone was always questioning what I was doing because I didn’t talk about my personal life.
Still I understood the interest, it was only natural.
As Zayn and Louis piled in a separate SUV from me and Becca, I couldn’t help but notice the two females that were with them.
I didn’t know who they were, and neither one of them had mentioned they had guests.
It wasn’t my business though.
As we arrived at the club with our security, the boys and I stayed together for a bit, and then we all went our separate ways.
Me and Becca quickly found my friend who was a DJ, and stayed close to him all night.
Since me and Becca were in a private booth, we were both much more comfortable and didn’t exactly feel like every move was being watched.
Still Becca didn’t seem to be into it.
As I chatted with the DJ and his fans, Becca remained on her cell phone. I waited for the right opportunity and it came when we were left alone so everyone could get drinks.
I sat beside her.
She was browsing something in her phone.
“Okay,” I said softly sitting closer to her. “What’s wrong?”
She looked up and turned to me.
“Did you say something?”
Overhead the music was a bit loud.
I moved closer until our knees were touching.
“I said, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” she said putting on a quick smile.
I gently tapped her leg.
“I’m beginning to learn you. Something is wrong.”
She giggled. “We always think something is wrong with each other. This is becoming a pattern Harry.”
I smiled. She had a point.
“Maybe.” I said. “But you look bored. Do you want to go?”
“I don’t care.” she said.
“Don’t say that. You do. You have an opinion. Do you want to leave?” I asked gently
Her bright eyes looked back at me, unsure. She scanned the booths and people around us.
“You’re with your friends and this is your last night-” she estimated.
“I don’t care. Do you want to leave?” I asked cutting her off.
She sighed. “I don’t know.”
I sighed too.
She touched my knee and leaned towards me. “I’m just enjoying this time. I like hanging out with you. So if that’s here, then I’m here.”
I looked back at her and then looked around the club. We had been there well over an hour at this point and I was pretty bored with it as well.
I looked around for my bandmates but they were nowhere to be found.
I was sure they were fine and they wouldn’t leave without telling me.
I turned back to Becca.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
We stood and just then, my temporary Bangkok friends returned.
“Hey we’re going to go.” I announced.
“Really?” DJ Buddah replied. He was the one hosting this whole thing.
“Oh come on, hang out man. A little bit longer?”
I turned to Becca and her eyes said everything.
“No, we’re pretty tired.“ I said turning back to him. “Thanks though mate. We had a good time.” I said patting his back.
He continued to try to convince me to stay.
“Well can you meet my friend real quick?” he asked. “He wanted a picture with you.”
“Um-”
“It’ll be real quick. Really. Could you?” he said in a rush. “He’s been a fan of yours for a while.”
“Um-”
He had been very polite my entire stay and his friends were good people. They had been showing us around the entire time and watching out for us.
“Uh sure.” I said finally. I turned to look at Becca, who suddenly sat back down and pulled out her phone.
I couldn’t tell if she was being polite and waiting or if she was suddenly pissed off. She was so damn unreadable.
“Hold on.” Buddah said and left the booth. I sat down next to her and the people with him lingered with us.
I turned back to Becca and watched her. She was in her phone again.
“Hey?” I called softly.
Though the music was loud, she heard me.
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry.” I said.
“It’s fine.”
Her tone was a bit clipped and it was obviously not fine.
“Just a quick picture and then we’ll leave.” I assured.
She nodded and tried to look back down at her phone, but I grabbed her chin stopping her.
Her eyes grew wide as I cupped her face in my hand.
“Talk to me.” I said gently.
“Talk to you about what?”
“I don’t know. Just talk. You haven’t talked to me really since we got back to the hotel.”
Her eyes searched mine.
“Well what do you want me to say?”
I chuckled and let her chin go. “I don’t know.”
I looked around the room. There was some attention on us but not much.
“Maybe that you’re having a good time and that you’re enjoying this trip?”
“I am.” she said.
“Promise?” I asked turning back to her.
“Promise.” she said.
I smiled and sat back against the seat. “So what do you want to do when we get back to the hotel?”
“Sleep?” she guessed.
“You’re no fun.” I teased.
“Aren’t you tired?”
“No. I’m kind of a night owl lately. I’m up late most nights when we tour.”
“Well then I’ll stay up with you.”
“Maybe watch some Vampire Diaries?” I asked nudging her.
She giggled. “Alright.”
DJ Buddah returned with his friend and a little sign for me to hold.
“Can you hold this why we take the picture?”
“Sure.” I said. I quickly got into position and posed for some photos. In between, I watched Becca to make sure she was comfortable, but she was watching with a smile.
It never left her face.
“What?” I asked when everything was done and we sat down.
“I just keep forgetting.” she said.
“Keep forgetting what?” I asked.
“That you’re Harry Styles. That you’re famous. I mean even here with your friends…it doesn’t seem real. You guys seem so normal.”
“We are.” I said simply.
“I know. I just forget.”
I leaned forward and gave her my full attention. We were surrounded in a noisy club, with people all around but all I saw was her.
“Becca promise me something?”
“What?” she asked leaning towards me and listening intently.
“ That you won’t see me as Harry Styles. Promise that you’ll just see Harry.”
She smiled and then caressed my cheek.
“I already do.” she said softly. I smiled and looked back at her, feeling instantly warmed by her words.
I placed my hand on top of hers on my cheek and pulled it away. I took her hand in both of mine and kissed it.
I didn’t even care that I was being too forward and that it was an intimate gesture. In that moment, I couldn’t stop myself.
She smiled wide and then did the unexpected; she leaned over and kissed me.
She.
Kissed.
Me.
Kissed me.
Literally attached her lips to mine.
I instantly kissed back.
Her lips were warm and soft and….fuck! I’m kissing her.
My hands quickly found their way to her hair and I intensified the kiss. I was just about to introduce tongue, when I heard the cheers around us.
We weren’t alone.
Damn Harry. What an idiot you are.
I quickly pulled away from her and her eyes wore slight shock.
I turned and saw that everyone in the booth with us was cheering and egging us on.
How embarrassing.
I ignored their stares and acted quickly, hopping up.
We needed to get out of here.
And we needed to continue this.
I could feel her eyes on me. I bent down and grabbed her hand.
We needed to make a quick exit fast.
I pulled her up.
“Harry?” she called in surprise but I ignored her.
I flagged my security and then began to move through the packed crowd with her.
“Harry?” she called behind me again.
I was still holding her hand and pulling her towards the exit.
My security met me from the front and created the barrier between me and the crowd.
I held Becca’s hand tight, so that she wouldn’t get lost.
In my sight, I could see Zayn in the corner making out with some blonde and Louis tossing back a bottle.
I would deal with them later.
As we got to the front of the club, I was stopped partially by a fan but I politely moved them away.
I needed to get away from this place and all these people and process what had just happened.
She had literally made a move and I was freaking out.
It could have been just the moment or it could have been more and I was anxious to find out which category won.
As we finally got outside, Becca called my name again and I continued to ignore her. I didn’t want to talk until we were out of the public eye and in private.
“Harry!” she said impatiently and then pulled her hand from mine roughly, yanking it.
I instantly turned to her.
We were in the parking lot, and though there weren’t many people out here, I wanted to be locked away in the SUV.
“What?” I finally asked.
“Will you just stop?” she said breathless and flustered.
“I’m just trying to get to the car.” I said quickly.
“I know but jeez!” she said and ran her hand through her hair. By now, her curls had fallen a bit but if possible, she looked even more beautiful.
“We need to talk.” she said looking back at me. Her eyes didn’t hold the light from before. Now they were cold and dark.
I could feel my heart as it began to beat. It was bad news whatever she was about to say. I could already imagine it.
She was going to say it was all a mistake and she shouldn’t have kissed me.
“Let’s get in the car then.” I said and began to walk towards the SUV valet had parked. Security moved with me.
“No.” she said in defiance.
As I turned to look at her, I heard a snap.
I looked up just in time to see the flash of a camera.
I instantly freaked. I didn’t want Becca’s picture taken yet. In the club it had been dark and if someone had snuck a pic, there was still possibilities she would be unrecognizable.
Here, outside, and in the parking lot, she could definitely be recognized. Especially if the girl who snapped me got a good picture.
I cut my eyes at the girl letting her know I wasn’t happy about the unauthorized shot and my security quickly intervened. I used the moment to my advantage and turned back to Becca.
“Can we please get in the car? I don‘t want to discuss this out here.”
She didn’t answer, and she didn’t move.
What was her problem?
“Becca, please.” I pleaded. “We could be getting papped right now.”
That seemed to get her attention. She looked around quickly, shuffled her feet and then finally came to me, protest free.
We headed to the car and my security followed.
I opened her door for her and she climbed in scooting to the opposite end. I climbed in beside her and then there was silence.
We needed to talk. Right then and there.
“Hey?” I asked suddenly to my security as he hopped in the front seat. “Can you go tell the guys I’m leaving? And flag down the driver?”
He turned and looked at me skeptically.
“I’ll be alright. The windows are tinted.” I explained seeing his hesitation.
Becca remained quiet.
“Alright Harold. I won’t be too long.”
I nodded okay and he climbed out.
Then, we were finally alone as I wanted.
I turned to her.
She was twirling her rings again.
“You alright?” I asked.
She turned to me. “Are you?”
Her eyes were still cold and I quickly read her expression.
What? What did I do?” I asked in confusion.
She rolled her eyes and turned from me.
I felt a tightening in my chest. She was mad about the kiss. That must have been it.
Great.
“Look I’m sorry.” I quickly explained. “I didn’t mean to kiss you-”
“Obviously.” she said interrupting me. “I’m sorry I’m so repulsive that you can‘t even be seen in public with me.” she spat, irritated.
Huh?
What?” I asked in amazement.
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it ever again.” she said quickly turning to the opposite window.
I couldn’t believe this. She actually thought I was upset about what happened between us.
“Becca,” I said gently. “I’m not mad. Honestly. That’s not what happened back there.”
She turned back to me. “Then what happened?” she asked shortly.
“People happened. They were watching us and…you think I didn’t want to kiss you?” I asked. I was starting to put two and two together, and it didn’t make any sense. I had obviously tried to take it further until I was stopped.
Or apparently not.
“Obviously Harry. And that’s fine. But you’re fucking hot and cold. I never know what you want from me; when you kissed my hand it confused me.”
Woah.
I put my hands up.
“Becca, slow down…we’re talking about two different things. I actually wanted to kiss you. I’m happy that you did.”
She turned to me with unsure eyes.
We looked back at each other.
I nodded, watching as her features softened and her expression changed to disbelief. “Yeah… I wanted to kiss you.” I re-stated. I wanted to kiss her right now.
“You’re actually attracted to me?” she asked. Her tone sounded as if it was the craziest thing she had ever heard.
I couldn’t help it, I chuckled. “Of course I’m attracted to you. You’re beautiful.”
“Really?”
“Becca you’re beautiful. Truly one of the best people I’ve ever met. I’ve liked you for a while.” I said honestly.
“Is that why you invited me on this trip then?”
“No.” I said. “I didn’t realize it until this trip.”
And that was true.
She grew quiet and didn’t say another word.
She looked out of the window for a minute…or was it two?
I lost count because I was sweating bullets.
She was making me nervous.
“Can you say something?” I asked. “Anything…”
She looked back at me and bit her lip.
I waited for her response.
Her eyes studied something on my face.
“Can I kiss you again?” she said suddenly.
I burst out laughing.
“That’s what you want to say?”
She nodded shyly. A small smile was peeking through and I just wanted to wipe it off her face.
I smiled widely and closed the space between us quickly.
Within seconds, I crashed my lips against hers.
This time we would do this right.

Notes

Comments

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK BECCA?! Poor Harry :'(

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
6/9/19

Becca what are you doing! Harry loves you.

En_1960 En_1960
6/9/19

Nooo, Becca, what are you doing?! What's Harry going to think now when he wakes up and she has left... Amazing update as always!!

Harry02 Harry02
6/8/19

Ohhhhh.....Becca. Knee jerk reaction. Thank you for updating

En_1960 En_1960
6/1/19

YES, you're back, I had nearly given up on this story. This is still my favourite story on here so I'm super happy you're continuing it. I loooove the new chapters, so many feels!!!

Harry02 Harry02
5/31/19