A/N: question? Should I make a playlist on spotify of all the songs in this story? Please let me know!! :)
"Congrats you guys," Harry says, pulling both Laney and Niall in for a group hug. I stood there, opposite of him, watching them. He looked up and saw me watching and waved his hand telling me to join them. I quickly snapped out of whatever daze I was in and grabbed Harry's wine glass.
"Red or white?" I ask him, looking down at the bottles. I didn't want to look at him, because if I did I would get nervous and probably drop the wine and break it. Everytime I looked in his green eyes I heard the words he told me about Jack and I didn't want them to be true. I wanted to be happy and I wanted it to be with jack. I needed it to be with jack. I knew it would never be with harry. He was too big, too famous to be dating a high school english teacher. I would be the laughing stock of the world. Also, I didn't want to get my hopes up and get them crushed by him. I needed things to stay the way they were right now. Safe.
"Red," he replied as he walked over to the table with everyone else. He sat in the chair directly across from mine and I slid him his glass of wine. We all started to chat and crack jokes about our pasts.
"Remember when we would always go skinny dipping in the creek after school with Greta and Lindsey? haha yeah, we would all get super high and just fell off the bridge," I ask Laney and I see her face turn bright red. I cover my mouth stopping myself from saying anything else as I start to chuckle. Laney's face falls directly into her hands as I see niall give her wide eyes as he starts to chuckle.
Oops.
"You used to get high and skinny dip in a creek?" he asks her chuckling. "In all my years of loving you, I would've never guessed I was in love with such a rebellious stoner," he said smiling at her. She playfully shoved him as she started to giggle as well. Harry sat there watching all this unfold as he drank his wine and minded his own.
"It's okay," niall continues, "harry and I were pretty rebellious too." all of our heads turn to Harry who now has wide eyes towards Niall . He started waving his hand under his neck motioning niall to stop talking. Niall rolls his eyes and continues.
"When we were in the band, Harry would never keep his clothes on."
"Niall!" Harry raises his voice but Niall doesn't care.
"Before every performance, Harry would run around the arena naked and security would have to chase him down."
My head quickly turns back to Harry who has his face in his hand now. I start laughing along with everyone besides harry. He raised his head and looked directly at niall with his lips formed in a line, giving him the middle finger before grabbing his glass and continued to drink his wine.
Hours go by and everyone grows tired. Laney grabs her phone off the table to read the time.
"It's almost two, we should probably get to bed," she says walking over to the couch. "Are you sure it's fine if we stay Ro?" she asks me. I nod as I walk to my closet to grab them some extra pillows and blankets. It took me a while to find the extra pillows that were stashed in the back, but I grabbed a couple and walked back to the living room, but when I returned everyone was gone but Harry, who was still sitting at the table.
"Where did they go?" I ask him, setting the pillows down.
"I sent them to my house to stay there," he tells me, still looking at his wine glass, "do you have anymore?" he asked. I stared at him for a second in shock for some reason.
"Why would you do that?" I ask him, raising my voice a little.
"Because I have three extra bedrooms in my house and you barely have one," he tells me, turning his head to look at me now. That hurt, but he was right. It would've been rough having them here, I would have zero privacy. I shake my head and walk towards him grabbing another bottle of wine. I pour myself a glass and just before I pour him a glass I realize what I'm doing.
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"Wait ," I said, stopping myself, "what are you still doing here?" I ask him looking at him this time. He was looking back at me with a straight face.
"I'm not tired, and since you just poured yourself another glass I'm guessing you aren't either," he says very calmly. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before pouring him his glass. He tips his head down thanking me as I take back my glass with one swallow.
"So since you're still here, what do you want to talk about?" I ask him, keeping my head down and pouring another glass quickly.
"Who said we needed to talk?" he asked making my head shoot up to look at him. I see his eyes grow wide quickly before opening his mouth again to speak. "No, I didn't mean it like that," he defends himself. I shake my head while looking at my wine glass and smile.
"Fine," he continues, getting up this time and walking around, "what is your favorite movie?" he asks me.
"Don't have one," I simply respond.
"Come on, you have to have a favorite movie."
"Who's to say?"
"What?" he asks me in confusion walking around the table and coming closer to me. I keep my head down staring at the wooden table in front of me.
"Who's to say I have to have a favorite movie?" I ask him back. I could feel his presence get closer to me making me take a small step away so we wouldn't be touching. I see him turn his body and lean his arms on the chair in front of him.
"Okay, well If you had to pick one right now, what would it be?" he asked again. It took me a second to think before finally raising my head and looking at the wall in front of me that was filled with posters and paintings I have gotten over the years
"My girl," I tell him softly. "Riv-" I start to say softly, but completely stop myself before he could hear me. I turn my head to look up at him. He was looking straight just like me before turning his head to look down at me. He took a deep breath in before throwing his head back and releasing his breath out loud.
"Ah, I love that song," he said as he stepped back and started to sway. My eyes follow his movements in confusion.
"I got sunshine on a cloudy day, When it's cold outside, I got the month of may," he sang to himself loudly as he threw his hands in the air and swayed them with his body. I stared at his movement in shock and confusion. HE opened his eyes and threw them in my direction, along with one of his arms inviting me in to dance. My face quickly turned down and I stepped back once again, but it didn't stop him.
"Well, I guess you'd say what can make me feel this way? My girl."
He continued to stop closer to me until I hit the wall and was trapped. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the center of the dining room and pulled me in closer. He made both our bodies stay as one just as he did in the diner way back when. He quickly pulled out his phone and played the song so we could actually dance to music and not his acapella singing. He set the phone on the dining table and continued to dance with me. He would act like he was very into the music. Closing his eyes and throwing his head back as he picked up the swaying with the beat. . I couldn't help but giggle at them. He would sing along with the music and at times they would sing 'my girl' he would spin me and dip me everytime. There were a couple occasions there I would almost fall, but he was always there to catch me.
"You never told me what your favorite movie was," I told him as we continued our dancing. He looked at my face then looked into my eyes.
"The notebook," he speaks. I widen my eyes and tilt my head to the side in surprise.
"Wow," I say, "Wasn't expecting that."
"I know, I'm just so manly, you probably thought it was like Rocky or something," he tells me, smiling and showing me his dimples. I laugh lightly and throw my forehead into his shoulder.
"Sure, let's go with that," I tell him.
When we were done dancing, we decided to rest on the couch for a little. Stevie joined us on the couch before I grabbed the remote and turned on the notebook.
"You don't have to-"
"No, I like the movie too Harry, I want to," I explained to him, cutting him off.
I turn it on and we sit there in silence for a while before he speaks something.
"Rosie," he says, making my head turn to him. "Whose name were you saying before stopping?" he asked I knew exactly what he was talking about but I needed to play dumb.
"What are you talking about?" I ask him, furrowing my eyebrows. He raised his and tilted his head down.
"Come on, you know exactly who I'm talking about. Who's Riv?" he asked again. I signed and turned my body to face him with my legs crossed in front of me. I let my head hang in front of me while I started talking.
"Have you ever been hurt, Harry?" I ask him now.
"I mean yeah, I've fallen and hurt myself many times," he tells me, making me chuckle under my breath.
"No," I tell him before taking a deep breath in, "I mean like hurt hurt. Like, mentally bruised," I ask him again.
"Oh, I see what you're saying, yes I have," he tells me.
"Well, let's just say 'Riv' bruised me so bad that I couldn't feel anything for awhile, now I finally feel it and it hurts. It hurts worse than I ever imagined. it feels like it will never heal." I confess to him. I don't think I've truly ever told anyone I was still hurting. I only scratched the surface with Jack, but with Harry I just felt more comfortable. Whatever I said stayed safe between us.
I saw a pair of hands reach out for mine and grab them, causing me to look into Harry's eyes. his hands were cold but they held mine tightly, protecting them from everything.
"It will be alright, I promise," he tells me softly. I look back down to my lap and nod my head. He said it with so much meaning, that I was really going to be okay.
"Harry," I say looking back up at his face, "what did you mean in the art gallery when you said jack wasn't the one for me?" I asked before I could stop myself. He signed and looked out the window behind us for a second before taking a deep breath to start talking.
"Look, I'm not the person to tell people who they can and can't love, I only give my input on it. I know you weren't asking for it, but I thought you needed to know that I just think you deserve so much and more and he isn't even close to enough," he truthfully tells me. I close my eyes and form my lips in a line.
"Thank you," I tell him quietly. He nods his head in response. "Can we go back to watching the movie?" I ask him.
"I would love too," he tells me, grabbing the blanket that I set out for Laney and Niall and throws it over the both of us. I scooch closer to him and lightly rest my head on his shoulder as his arm rests over the back of the couch. Before I know it the movie starts to get darker and darker and my eyes grow heavier. I tried my best to stay awake and make sure Harry got out safely, but it was no use. Within seconds I was snuggled up right beside Harry with Stevie resting silently between us. In that moment I felt protected, like nothing could ever bruise me again. There was no place I would rather be.
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Ouu, the real question is... where's Jack and what's gonna happen with him?
