All of Me (Harry Styles) - Book 2

Chapter 59: "Goodbye for now."

-Harry's POV-

I clench the steering wheel tightly, still extremely wound up from our run in with Parker as I pull through the gates of our London flat.

Poppy bids us farewell, jumping in her car and heading towards Niall's flat as soon as we park.

Ava follows me quietly inside, closing the front door softly behind her. She's barely said two words since bloody Parker ran his mouth.

I drop my keys on the table next to the door, turning to Ava. "I didn't.... You know I didn't sleep with anyone right?" I hesitantly ask.

"What? No, of course you didn't." She frowns at me, walking up to me and pushing the hair off my face.

"Bloody wanker, I wasn't even in England a month ago. We were still touring the states."

"I know." She smiles at me and I can't help but place my hands on her cheeks. "Let's just forget about him okay?"

I nod but my mind replays his little confession to her I overheard.

"He said he loved you. Loves you."

"I don't care what he said, doesn't matter." She shrugs, taking my hand and pulling me towards my, well our, bedroom.

"Did you ever have feelings for him?"

She stops and turns around to face me, her eyes meeting mine as we stand in the hallway, "When I first moved to London, he was a good friend... Did I have romantic feelings for him? No, never. The strongest feelings I've ever had for him were disgust and anger."

I can't fight the smile that overtakes my face at her words.

"Now can we please stop talking about him? I leave in the morning, and I don't want to spend tonight thinking about Parker."

"Yeah, course. Sorry." I lean down pecking her soft lips, "Now how do you want to spend this evening?"

Ava smiles at me, her eyes telling me everything I need to know as they glance down at my lips. The woman is going to be the death of me, I know it. One small look from her and my heart races.

I've never known before what it truly means to want someone. Yes, I've taken plenty of girls home before cause I wanted them, but it wasn't the same. Not a bit.

I crave Ava. Her touch, her smell, her smile, the feel of her skin, the sound of her voice. All of it is breathtakingly beautiful and I can't get enough. When she's not with me I feel strange, like I've left something behind I didn't mean to. Something I'm sure to need.

I sigh, knowing I'll feel that way again by tomorrow afternoon. Ava has to fly back to L.A. in the morning and I couldn't join her since the lads and I are performing on the X-Factor in three days. But my flight is already booked. I'm not staying for the after party, not when there's a flight to L.A. half an hour after we perform.

I hated telling her I couldn't go with her. She needed to get back to work, since her originally planned three day trip turned into more then a week.

We had already had our tickets purchased when Simon asked us to do the show. Ava of course understood, she always does, but I felt wretched about it. Still do.

"Hey, everything alright?" Ava's soft voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

I hadn't even realized I had taken a seat at the foot of the bed, my mind far to preoccupied with the thought of missing her.

"Yeah. Just thinking.... Wish I could fly back with you."

She frowns, knowing I'm still beating myself up over it. The bed dips down as she takes a seat next to me.