I'm Not Your Average Girl, Harry Styles.

Chapter 30.

Delilah's POV

"I think I'm gonna go." I said breaking my own silence.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay for breakfast?"

"Thanks but no thanks Harry." I replied.

"Oh okay." He answered pitifully.

"Bye guys." I said as I quickly ushered myself out of Harry's kitchen.

"Delilah, wait!" I heard being called at me as I reached for the front door. I turned around to see Harry fast approaching, I couldn't look him in the eyes, everything felt awkward. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I replied bluntly.

"You're not are you?" He questioned again.

"I just..." I said not even knowing what to say.

"I know what you're thinking."

"You don't, you're not inside my mind Harry." I replied crossing my arms over my chest.

"Do you have to go?"

"Yes." I stated.

"Just tell me what's wrong." He pleaded.

"I thought you knew what I was thinking?" I asked rhetorically.

"I thought I did, you were fine an hour ago but as soon as we went downstairs-"

"The truth hit me." I finished for him.

"So you regret everything?" He asked. "Delilah?" He spoke again when I didn't answer.

"This is going to be around school just to make my life even worse."

"You can't avoid school."

"It'll only be for a week so I can sort my head out."

"Delilah, I'll be there with you, no-one will say anything, promise."

"Promise is a big word and I'm still not going, now please let me leave."

"Have you gone back to hating me again? I thought we were over this."

"Harry please just let me leave, I'll see you next week." I tried to compromise.

"That's not soon enough."

"Harry, what is with you?"

"I just... what are you doing on Saturday?" He said changing his choice of words.

"I told you, my art is in the gallery, I'll be there all afternoon."

"So will I."

"What, why?"

"So I can see you."

"You'll be bored."

"I don't care, I'll be there, I promise."

"Promise is a big word." I repeated.

"I don't break my promises."

"Whatever you say, now I really am going." I said before opening the door and leaving without saying or hearing another word.

"You've been sick all week and as soon as the weekends comes you're feeling better?" My mum eyed me suspiciously.

"I don't feel completely better but I have to go out." I justified.

"Where?" She asked her eyes narrowing at me.

"To a museum."

"An art one?"

"Yes."

"Be home not later than 9." She said smiling at me, at least my mum wasn't hard to win over. I finished putting on my shoes and checked my appearance once more, I wanted to make a good first impression. When I told my mum I wasn't feeling completely better I wasn't lying, I had actually been ill this week, I barely left my bed and if I did it was essential. I hadn't even charged my phone, it wasn't like in the movies when I turned it back on though, I didn't have hundreds of messages and calls piling through, I had one message, saying I had a voicemail. This voicemail was blank, I clearly wasn't missed.