IM SORRY~ forgive me and Brit for not updating in like forever due to our busy schedules and what not. school started 3 weeks ago and ive been having the worst case of writer's block. so hope yall like this next one. tis short, but another chapter to come soon :)~
-Alex
*Roses P.O.V.*
The embrace lasted a while. Surely alot longer than I was used to. I didn't mind hugs, I actually quite enjoyed them. I was a hugger. And after that hug, I knew Harry was a hugger as well.
I noticed (as I was pressed up against his body and all for the second time, might I add) he smelled really nice. And I couldn't help but wonder what I smelled like to him. Weird I know, but when you think about it -- my 'perfume' is just some body spray from Hollister when his is most likely a €200+ eau de toilette from a European brand I've never heard of.
After we pulled away, I had trouble looking at his face. Why? Because it was awkward, of course. I stared at the palms of my hands.
I could feel Harry staring at me, most likely waiting for me to look him back at him. Did I have to?
I'll admit, the hug felt good. I needed it, and I'm glad he did it. I couldn't help but wonder when he would do it again....
Harry sat there and continued to stare at me. Odd much?
I slowly raised my head and looked back at him. He was staring into my eyes, as if they were the most fascinating thing he's ever seen, and I couldn't help but do the same.
His eyes were so memorizing! How could I resist?
No. Rose. Stop.
How awkward is it just sitting here and staring into each others eyes? What was he thinking? And why is he leaning in?
WAIT.
Why am I leaning in?!
For another hug!?!
Something else?!?
I wasn't ready to find out!
I desperately needed to stop our faces from getting too close to each other.
So, with much strength, I somehow managed to stop myself from getting any closer. I jerked back and quickly got up.
"Uhhh.." I cleared my throat. "I have to use the restroom." I blurted out. As if he just realized his body was at a 45 degree angle towards mine, he immediately sat up straight and ran his fingers through his hair.
I got away from our seats as fast as possible.
I practically ran past the flight attendant, who was carrying what looked like some type of alcoholic drink to some other passangers, and because I was so careless, I almost crashed into her.
"I'm so sorry!" I called before locking myself in the little bathroom. I sat in the almost-claustraphobic bathroom (yet convienient with it's little soaps and towels) for a while as I processed what had just happened.
Maybe I just imagined it.
I mean it's only Harry Styles. Only..... Harry Styles. As if it was no big deal.
Why would it be? Just because he's famous and attractive that makes him someone I have to be nervous around? No!
Or.... did it? UGH! NO!!
Smooth moves, Rose. I only acted like this when I liked someone. Like when I had a crush on Michael from Spanish class in the eighth grade? He tried to talk to me but I would always get too shy and make up some fake excuse to leave. Then he ended up asking out cake-face Amy to the dance. Sigh.
But anyways, could I possibly have feelings for Harry.......? No. I couldn't.
But maybe... no. No. NO!
I shook the thought out of my head and opened the door. I came out of the bathroom and slowly walked back to my seat only to find Harry's seat empty.
Oh, great. He left me.
"Excuse me, m'am?" I asked one of the flight attendants. Not the one I almost collided into, I avoided her. I felt bad even though I didn't actually do anything. She looked kind. She looked no older than 45, and she had a friendly smile on her face when I approached her.
"Yes?"
"Erm... do you know where Harry went?"
"The young fellow....?"
"Yes."
"The one with the curly hair?"
"Yes, that's-"
"Your boyfriend?" She asked.
I was about to give her a "watchoo-talkin'-bout-Willis' look, but then I remembered. I was Harry's 'girlfriend'.
I gave her a smile, and replied, "Yes."
"Well then." She smiled back. "He said he needed to make a phone call to Mr. Higgins about something..... Oh here he comes now!" She said, and I turned around and saw Harry who was walking back to our seat. He was fixing his hair, so he didn't see me as I threw myself onto the seat. I silently whimpered as I hit my elbow and I closed my eyes.
I didn't know what to do, so I just pretended that I had fallen asleep. I'm no actress, so I doubted it had anything real-loooking about it. Well, I could fake-sleeping pretty well. I always did it when I was younger and I had to go clean or something. Mom never bothered me when I was sleeping.
It wasn't too convincing, but Harry bought it. I was sure of this when I felt him sit down beside me and sigh deeply.
I felt dizzy and tired.
My anxiety was acting up. There are thousands of questions running through my mind; questions I couldn't answer.
What would the other boys say? Would they believe it? Weren't they best friends or something? Would they not like me?
What is Sofia gonna think?! I mean just the other day I was telling her about my strong disinterest and unevitable annoyance because of them and now I'm flying first-class headed on tour with them and I'm Harry Styles supposed 'girlfriend'!? She was going to kill me. If she didn't die when I told her.
But the one question that kept coming back, and it also seemed to be the loudest in all of my thoughts was the one question I could probably answer, but not explain.
What had I gotten myself into???