You Still Have All Of My Heart. (Harry Styles)

21.

When we stepped up to the counter, the man working recognized him instantly, sending me a shocked glance. I shrugged. Harry didn't seem to notice this. "Um, I'll have an egg McMuffin. And she'll have a chocolate milk and the pancakes with two syrups and one powdered sugar," he recited. The man went to make our food, and we sat down at a booth.

I stared at him incredulously. "How did you know that?"

"I have my ways," he winked. But then I recalled our late night walks back when we were neighbors. I had once mentioned that ever since I was a toddler, I'd always ordered the same breakfast. But there was no way he could've remembered that. Unless he had been listening to every little detail?

The order came, and he got up to get it, handing me my pancakes, my face still filled with shock and flattery. "For you, love."

He wasted no time before digging into his breakfast.

"How did you know that?" I repeated, not wanting to believe it.

He shot me a look. "Oh, shut up and eat your damn pancakes."

I blushed, shooting him a look back. "Well, fine. No need to get snippy..." I took a huge bite, chewing happily.

He looked over at me, and suddenly burst into laughter. I narrowed my eyes. "What's so funny?"

He just smiled, shaking his head. "Here, you've got--" he reached over and carefully with his thumb, brushed away a bit of powdered sugar from the corner of my mouth, letting his finger drag over my bottom lip. My eyes went wide as I struggled not to breathe.

He brought it to his mouth and his tongue rolled over his thumb slightly, never once breaking eye contact. He noticed my face then, and smirked. He had done that on purpose.

"We've got to get out of here," he noted. I nodded, unable to form words after what just happened.

When we had gotten our bags from the room, the bus was waiting for us, and the other boys we're coming down as well. I spotted a very hungover-looking Louis. I snickered at his disheveled appearance, and he gave me the finger, smiling tiredly.

Niall seemed to look just as bad. I walked up to him, and gave him a pat on the back. "How you holding up, Nialler?" he just groaned, and I grinned. I greeted Zayn, who was plugged into his headphones. We all hopped onto the bus.

Liam came up to me while the driver was loading the bags. "So, how was that nightmare?" He gestured to Harry.

"It was surprisingly uneventful. He told me he loved me, more than once. He had trouble getting his pants off, but other than that, he handled himself," I told.

Liam raised his eyebrows at that. "Did you have to help him with that?"

I rolled my eyes. "No Liam, I didn't take his pants off."

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Louis had overheard the last bit of the conversation and had burst into laughter. I patted Louis' shoulder. "No need to worry about it, Lulu." I walked past them and put all my things on top of my bunk.

Just as I sat down on the couch with the rest of them, Stu walked in. "Alright boys, so as you know, this leg of the tour is almost finished. We've got a couple more shows in London as well a a week off before we head off to the US."

I whipped around, staring at them. Rachel had failed to mention that little gem of information. I was going back to America?

"Is something wrong. Topher?"

I shook my head. "No! No. I just...didn't know it would be so soon!" I lied.

Zayn smiled over at me; he knew I wasn't telling the truth.

"Okay so, to London then." Stu disappeared off the bus. I sat completely still, and a lump formed in my throat.

Louis came over and plopped down beside me, ruffling my hair. "Yay! Topher's going home to America!" he cheered, grabbing my arms and swinging them around.

I tried to look as happy as I could but inside I was in torment. I rose from the couch and made my way to the back lounge to watch a movie, read a book, anything really, to try to keep my mind off of the impending doom bringing me back to America would cause.

I was halfway into 50/50 when I heard a soft knock on the door. "Come in," I didn't even have to look to know who who was standing there.

Harry sat down next to me with a big sigh. I turned to him, running my hands over my face. "They let him out three days after my eighteenth birthday, Harry. He's still out there. What am I going to do?" I whispered, my eyes welling with tears.

He simply wrapped his arms around me, letting me cling to him for what seemed like forever. He pulled me into his lap at some point, cradling me to his chest, and stroking my hair. "Topher, look at me." I stared into his green eyes, which were centimeters from mine.

"No matter what, I will keep you safe. No one is ever going to hurt you again. I promise you, with all of my heart," he murmured, brushing away stray tears from under my eyes. I sniffled, leaning into his palm where it rested on my cheek. He looked at me with sadness. "God, it kills me so much to see you this way."

I sighed, "I'll be okay, now that you're here. And I'm sorry you always have to be around for my breakdowns," I laughed as I looked away from him. "Oh God, your shirt is ruined. I am really sorry," I pulled at the fabric that was now completely tear stained and soaked.

He brought my face up with his finger, and looked into my eyes. He gave me his famous crooked smile, and my heart sputtered. "T, I couldn't give two shits about the shirt. As long as you're smiling, it's alright," he murmured. He traced his fingers over my face smiling softly, and my eyes invountarily closed. I felt him kiss my forehead, and I knew everything was going to be okay, as long as he was around.