You're Still The One

“Ugh,” I groaned for probably the millionth time in a row. I’ll admit, I was probably being a large pain in the ass but at this particular moment, I didn’t care. Harry and I had been driving for almost eight consecutive hours. Okay, I’m exaggerating a bit but that’s what it felt like at least. I was hungry, tired, my butt was cramping and every time I asked Harry if we’ve almost reached our destination or if I asked him where it was that he was taking me all he ever said was, “Almost there, love.”




I squirmed as much as I could under the strict restraint of the safety belt. His eyes shifted over to me and a deep chuckled emerged from him. I squinted my eyes at him, trying to figure out what the hell was so funny about me being restless.




“What is funny?” I snapped.




“You.”




I paused; still glaring at him patiently waiting for him to elaborate.




“You’re so mean.”




I rolled my eyes at his response continuously staring out of the window. I studied some signs of the dark road as we drove in silence for a while. According to those signs, we were headed to London. Why was he taking me to London?




“Are you hungry?” he asked me, tearing me away from my confusing thoughts.




His dark eyes flickered at me almost instantly and I was a little caught off by it. He stared at the dark street ahead awaiting my answer but I never gave him one. We drove in silence for an additional thirty minutes before we passed by some famous tourist attractions; the London Eye, for example.




“Harry?” I said as nice as I could under the circumstances. I soon realized that if I was ‘mean’ to Harry, he wouldn’t give me the answers I wanted. It was decided that I go by a new approach. The ‘nice’ way.




“Hm?” his lips curved slightly and instantly, I knew that I was making progress.




“Why did you bring me to London?”




Now, he was fully smiling which was bad because it meant that he thought I was being ridiculous or absurd and that meant he wasn’t going to tell me anything.




“It’s a surprise, Charlie. Relax. Your mum said it was ok.”




Surprise? What? I hate surprises and he knows that. Just ask the clown that my parents thought would be a good idea to hire for my ‘surprise’ birthday party. I may have only been eight years old but my round house kick was sharp. To this day, I feel sorry for that clown for his groin will never be the same.




“My mum? What does she have to do with anything? You asked her, but you didn’t ask < em>me?! Last time I checked, I was stuck in this car, not her!”




And just like that, I snapped again and what did Harry do? Completely shut down. Once again, I messed up and I was still left in the dark. Still. The rest of the ride was complete silence only the sound of the engine was heard. I spent most of the time glancing out of the window. Harry and I exchanged looks at each other every so often but we didn’t exchange words.




“We’re here.”




I took in my surroundings.




“Bloody hell.” I mumbled to myself. “Is this your home?” I asked aloud.




He gave me a small nod then, freed himself from the seat belt. I admired his lovely home from my view as he made his way round to my side of the car to assist me in getting out.




“It’s insanely large.”




Harry shrugged his shoulders as if what I was saying were not true. I saw the house, it was huge. But, Harry’s never been one to brag. I stalked his steps towards the back of the car and watched him carry my and his bag as if it weighed nothing. My bag alone felt like it weighed tons. Again, Harry amazed me and because my mouth hung agape, he figured out that I was impressed sending a wink and a cheeky grin my way.




The inside was even lovelier than the outside. Marble counter tops, stainless steel appliances, freshly waxed wooden floors, new furniture and a huge T.V. in the living room. His house made mine look like shit.




Like I said before, Harry isn’t one to brag. I’m sure he didn’t bring me all the way to London to show off his big, beautiful home. So, what is it?




This makes my third time asking so I must be successful.




“Harr—” I was cut off by his phone ringing excessively.




“I’m sorry, I need to take this.”




I nodded as he stepped out of the room for a little. Meanwhile, I took it upon myself to explore a little. I observed the type of food in his refrigerator. Inside were loads of fruits and veggies, all different kinds too. When he stepped back in he apologized and told me that it was a business call. I understood. The refrigerator door was carefully closed so he wouldn’t know I was snooping through his stuff.




“Charlie.”




I jumped at the sound of my name, a little startled, obviously.




“I know what you were going to ask.”




I didn’t speak, just listened.




“I brought you here because the boys and I have to continue our tour in a few days.”




I sighed. Not in a bad way. I was sort of happy that he was telling me what I needed to hear because I can’t remember the last time he did. “When I left the first time, to go audition for The X Factor, I wanted to forget about you because I-I didn’t know…I liked you a lot and that scared me, so I left...but coming back and spending time with you…” His hand swiped mine. “I don’t want to leave you again.”




It was hard watching him get all choked up but at the same time, it was nice. No guy has ever got choked up while trying to expel their feelings for me. Hell, no guy has ever expelled any feelings for me period. It made me feel special.




“I want you to come live with me.”




Again, I was so caught up with emotion that I didn’t realize what he was asking of me. He was asking me to leave Holmes Chapel to live with him in London. I began to start feeling pressured and I assume that was apparent by my demeanor.




“You don’t have to decide now but I will need an answer soon.”




I faintly smiled at his words, still trying to figure everything out because right then, I didn’t know what I’d do.




“Don’t worry. You’ve got a couple days to think about it.”

Notes

Sorry for the wait. My laptop is completely broken and I haven't had access to one. So, now my updates aren't going to be as often more like random but at least I'm not giving up on the story, right? xx Thanks for reading! (: