~Dancing with Style(s)~

Chapter Two(:

"I filled it up with fresh water."

"Thanks Harry," I whispered, taking a gulp of the water.

"Listen, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to grab a bite across the street here."

"What time is it?"

"7:30."

"I have a bit of time. I guess I could go."

He smiled and stood, offering me his hand as he stood. I took it, pulling myself up from the ground, with his help. I grabbed my stuff and we walked over to the café across the street. I made sure to order something for my mother. As I went to put my money on the counter, Harry already had his money on there.

"I have to pay for mine. I got mine and my mother's."

"Please, let me pay for all of ours."

He is such a gentlemen. I smiled at him and let him continue counting out his change. He put the exact change down and the lady behind the counter took it.

Okay, now the next bit shocked me. Cause I thought, "This guy is a bit of a player. Everyone says he is. And this woman is going to flirt with him and he's going to flirt back."

"Here's your receipt Mr. Styles. And, um, a little something extra on the back," the woman said with a smile and an added wink.

He looked down at the ticket. I tried not to, but I had to. So I looked at the paper. It was her number. I was expecting him to smile at it, look back up at her, give a cheesy compliment and wink back. But no. He did the opposite.

His eyebrows furrowed into a frown, along with his lips. He ripped it in half and looked back up to the woman.

"No thanks," he whispered.

Shock filled her face. Harry grabbed my arm, a smile lighting his face again.

"Let's sit."

I looked back at the woman at the counter, who looked like a child. She had her arms crossed and was pouting. I wanted to burst into laughter. I bet Harry could tell, as hard as it was to hold in that laugh. When we sat down, I put my head at the table.

"Does she still look like a little kid about to throw a tantrum over there?"

I looked over at her. She sure did...

"Yes," I said with a snicker.

I looked into his eyes. I could see that he wanted to laugh.

We both busted out into laughter at the same time. I couldn't help it. After that, he drew a smiley face on my hand. He said it was to remember that moment. We continued to laugh at the sequence of events until he walked me to my car.

"Well, I've got to go," I said nervously.

"Me too."

He leaned over to my ear. I could feel his breath on my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he whispered, kissing my cheek as he backed away.

I jumped into my car and started it. But I couldn't bring myself to drive it.

After a few minutes, I began to drive back to my house. Once I got there, I locked the car and walked in.

"Mom?!"

I heard sizzling in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm back!"

"Great! I'm in the kitchen, cooking some dinner!"

I walked into the kitchen. My nose was filled with smells of mac n' cheese and chicken.

"Mom? Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah! After you left, I started feeling a little bit better. By the way, thank you for taking those dresses to Elena's. She called me and told me that they looked great."

"I'm glad you're feeling better. I kinda bought you some supper and ate a quick bite."

"Put it in the fridge. I'll eat it for lunch tomorrow."

"Okay," I said, shuffling my feet to the refrigerator, putting in the sandwich I had bought her. I smiled when I pulled back my hand and saw the smiley face.

"Why are you so happy?" Mom asked. "Did you meet someone?"

"Um, well, sort of."

"What's his name?"

"Can I keep that a secret for now?"

"Of course. But can you at least tell me what he does?"

"He's a teacher."

"At your school?!"

"Oh, gosh no. At the dance studio."

"Oh," she said with a smile. "His name wouldn't happen to be Harry Styles, would it?"

"How'd you know?"

"I hear things. I know he's kind of famous for his Internet videos. But I thought you didn't like him."

"Well, that's a long story," I began. "I hate constantly having screaming in my ears when I even mention his name. So, I've pretended not to like him."

"Why?"

"I get headaches easily. You know that. I didn't want screaming in my ears."

"I understand dear," she said sweetly, handing me a plate with a couple pieces of chicken and some mac n' cheese on it. "You know you always have room for this meal."

I always did. I began to eat it happily.

Then, I began thinking about earlier. Mom doesn't usually get so sick that she gets a fever. I worry about her so much. Ever since my father left... She's been on her own. It may seem like I have trusting relationships with guys, but I really don't. Aiden, who I've known for years, doesn't even know that my father left us when I was young. He still believes the divorce story I told him in, like, 5th grade. I've always wanted to trust him... But I can't.

After eating, I dragged myself upstairs and laid back on my back. I picked up my phone and opened my Instagram.

At the bottom of the screen, it said I had one new follower and a comment. Whoo hoo.

When I clicked over to the tab, I was surprised to see Harry's name. He was my new follower. And he left the comment. I clicked on the comment and read the entire thing.

'Didn't realize you were even following me. Well, I followed back. Tag, you're it ;)'

I smiled and went to his page. I clicked on his most recent picture and left a comment. Hopefully, it would blend with the other thousands.

'Tag. You're it now. ;)'

I shut down the app after the comment loaded and cuddled up to my blanket, my phone in my hand. I slowly feel asleep with a smile on my face.