This Song Is About You - A Harry Styles story

Rebecca is a teenage girl who can be quite shy and likes to live in her own little nutshell. What will happen when she's dragged on a boring holiday with her Dad?
Maybe it will prove to be quite the opposite of 'boring' when she bumps into the famous band and creates a bond like no other with one of the boys.


4. Curveball

The next morning I sat on the quiet beach and decided to call Taylor.

"Please answer, please answer, please answer." I whispered to myself. 

"Becca?!" I heard through a scream.  

"TAYLOR! I miss you so much already. I want to come home." I sighed, feeling relieved to hear her voice. 

"Just stick with it for a few days, are things really that bad?" She replied. 

"I'll have to, I have no choice. And well, no, not everything's bad. I made a new friend, but well he hates me and I don't know why." I said, smiling at the thought of Harry but sighing at the thought of what happened last night. 

"I miss you! Wish I was there. Oh? What happened? Is he cute?" She asked. 

"Can I call you back later?! I miss you chick." 

She barely got to say the word "Bye," and I hung up. 

"Eavesdropping now?" I said, seeing Harry  standing behind me in the corner of my eye. 

"Rebecca, I'm so sorry for the way I acted last night," He said, sitting down on the soft shimmering grains of sand beside me.  "I shouldn't have gone off the way I did. I was just, um, confused." 

"Confused? Try putting yourself in my shoes. I was excited to see you and you just got mad for no reason." I replied, releasing my frustration. 

"Look, I  want to make it up to you today. Can you spend the day with me or do you have something planned?" He asked, seeming anxious. 

I didn't have anything planned at all. No matter how upset Harry made me feel last night, I agreed to go. I couldn't resist that smile. He did look like he meant he was sorry. 

I assembled myself up on my feet. "What do you have in mind?" I asked through a beaming smile. "Well let's just see where the day takes us." Harry replied, keen as ever. 

Within a few minutes we were on jet-ski's out in the clear, cool water. I  was nervous at first, having never been on one before.

 "How about a game of catch?" Harry shouted across the distance between us. 

I laughed and began gliding towards him, not a care in the world. After a wild chase, I slowly but surely caught up with him and it was obvious I had won.

"Your turn!" I screamed, swerving back around away from him. 
I couldn't tell whether he was letting me get away to be nice, but he didn't catch me and it just didn't seem real.

Our time began to run out, and the men were beginning to flag us down on the boat beside us. 

"I give up!" He screamed across the bay, laughing at my victory.

I raised my arms in amusement and swung them around, doing my best attempt at dancing on a jet-ski. 

"I'll catch you later, it's not over yet." Harry whispered as he lifted me off the boat, his arms closing in around my back. I giggled it off and let myself loose from his grip. 

"We'll see." I whispered, smirking at him. 

"Let's go get some lunch. Are you hungry?" Harry asked.
"No thank you, but a Coke would be nice." I replied. 


Spotting his friend Louis up at the bar, Harry went up to get drinks and told me to wait at our table.

I fiddled with the salt and pepper shakers for a few seconds as I looked over at the two of them. They seemed to be disagreeing over something, arguing even. 

I got up from my seat and slowly strolled over up behind Louis, trying to hear what they were arguing over. "Everything okay?" I asked, surprising them with my unexpected arrival. 

"Perfect, thanks. You want a Coke, right?" Harry gave Louis a powerful glare and ordered our drinks.

I returned to the table I had picked out, it had a perfect view of the sun beginning to set and the wicker chairs had pillows that were fluffy and oh-so comfy. 

Harry soon joined me, placing two ice-cold cans of Coke down on the just-polished table.

Sitting in the silence of each-other's company, we both slowly sipped from our cans and looked out onto the view. 

"It feels like I've known you for ages for some reason." Harry rather unexpectedly announced, taking me by surprise. A soft smile played on my lips as I gazed at him - wondering what he was thinking about. Me, maybe? I hoped so. 

After another short ten minutes of muteness, Harry then invited me for a walk on the beach. 

The sun appeared as if it was floating on the sea, surrounded by a beautiful glow of light. it was the perfect setting.

"Have you got a boyfriend?" Harry quizzed as we walked in sync, taking me by surprise.

"No. Have you got a girlfriend?" I grinned back.
"Yeah, she's coming over from London on Saturday. You'll like her." Harry replied.

My jaw dropped. Well this was... um, unexpected? I thought.. Well, it doesn't matter what I thought now. How could I be so stupid? 

I couldn't hide the disappointment from my face. No matter how hard I tried. 
"What's wrong?" He asked. 

I felt like shouting at him. Shouting the truth.


I managed to restrain myself from shouting the truth. And that. That would have probably made him run a mile.

 "That's a curveball I didn't see coming, that's all." I sighed on the inside. 

Harry instantly began uncontrollably laughing. At one point I think he got down on his knees while I just stood there, puzzled to say the least. When he finally got his breath back, he took a hold of my hand.

"I don't have a girlfriend," He muttered, gripping my hand tighter as his thumb began rubbing over my knuckles.  - "But that was priceless." 

I immediately blushed scarlet and I couldn't help but flash a smile of relief across my face. I playfully hit his chest and then noticed he still was holding a firm grip of my hand. 

I moved my gaze up to meet Harry's. He took one step towards me, leaving only inches between us. He took his free hand, raised it to my chin and tilted my head up to meet his before sweeping my messy hair away from my face.  I inhaled deeply  as Harry rested his hand on my neck and moved in. 

I was about to motion my lips to his but his lips seemed to be moving further away from mine, until they finally  reached my forehead, pressing against my hot, sunburned skin. 

He then took a step back and began tugging me gently until we began walking again. 

I would be lying if I said I was disappointed that we didn't actually lock lips but, I knew things between us were just getting started. 
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