Just A Number (1D)

Savannah is 22. She lives by herself in an apartment in Nashville. Her life has been pretty normal for a girl growing up in the south. She has never been in love or had that perfect movie moment, where the guy runs after her and romantically kisses her in the rain. Until she meets him... On the night One Direction is in town promoting their new album, Savannah only thinks she is just going to see the biggest boy band in the world. After Harry makes a bold move during the show, the chase is on. Emotions are put to the test. And love his in the air.

And DON'T FORGET, my Sequel to this story is up now, Its called Let's Make A Move!!


21. Feeling Loved

Louis and Liam decided to go get a bite to eat. Zayn, Niall and Lucy were still in the living room chatting. Harry and I had escaped to his room where I now sit on his bed, with him laying with his head in my lap. I played with his hair. braiding little pieces, twirling his curls in my fingers, pushing it back so I could see his forhead.

"Make me pretty." he said in his adorable accent, looking up at me. I laughed.

"You are pretty." I patted his chest. "I mean, look at this face." I said poking at one of his dimples. I squeezed his cheeks together and gave him a cute kiss.

"You're Pretty." he said back kissing my nose.

"Don't you just love the word...Pretty." I said "Pretty is a pretty word..haha" I giggled.

"Savannah is a pretty word." harry said to me.

"It's a pretty place. Savannah, Georgia." I corrected. "Ever been there?"

"I haven't" he said to me.

I continued to run my fingers through his hair.

"I want to get married there. Someday." I confessed to him.

He raised up and sat on the bed and looked me in the eyes. "Maybe we will one day." He said.

"We?" I questioned.

"Maybe." he shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows what the future holds."

I laughed throwing my head back. Was this boy crazy? He's only known me for what? 2 days. I mean, of course I'd marry him. But lets look at reality here. He lives a busy life. He wouldn't have time for a wife. He's also too young to be thinking about marriage, hell, so am I. Savannah, GA has just always been a dream of mine. I went to a wedding there once when I was little. I was the flower girl. The bride was my Mom's best friend. I remember her telling me that that wouldn't be last time I walk down an isle. She said that whomever I marry should be a special man. And for me to give him all my heart, for if he has my whole heart. He will truely love me for who I am.

I looked at Harry. I think I gave him my whole heart last night, didn't I? maybe I didn't? It felt perfect, at least to me it did. But this can't be perfect because he'll be leaving. I felt like the world was crushing my shoulders. That's my reality. Point Blank. Match Point. He would be gone. And all this, I looked around, would be over.

Harry interupted my thoughts, "What are you thinking about?" he asked me. pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. I sighed.

"You. Me. Us. This." I touched his chest, right over his heart.

He was silent.

"We need to talk about this Harry. What was last night?" I asked. I could feel myself getting choked up.

He looked down.

"Was it a date? Were we just hooking up?" I continued, a single tear fell from my eye. 

"Don't Cry, Sav, please." he said to me. "Last night was..."

he paused.

"Last night was amazing." he smiled.

I hit his arm. "I know that. But what was it to you. Did you already know before you asked me to come to your room what was going to happen? Did you plan it." I cried.

He looked at me confused and a bit hurt.

"No I didn't plan it, I hoped but I didn't plan anything other than the date at the stadium." he confessed. "Savannah, I have come to realize that when I'm with you. I feel..I feel loved." he held my face now.

"You are loved." i cried to him. "I loved you before I met you. As a fan I mean and that hasn't changed. I'm just scared that things are going too fast for such a short time we have together." I grabbed his wrists and took his hands off my face.

"Are you mad?" he said shocked.

"Of course not!" I shouted. I knew I sounded mad, but i wasn't. I was fighting reality. "You're Leaving Harry Styles. and then what am I suppose to do? Huh? You wont tell me what THIS is." I looked around at everything, at us. "It makes me think that I shouldn't let you in any further, just to get torn to pieces when you leave on Sunday."

Ok I know this looked and sounded like a fight. But it wasn't it was a confrontaion. I was growing some balls and facing what he was too scared to bring up.

I was now standing off of the bed. I couldn't tell if Harry was mad. he just looked at me like he hated me. I was still crying. My emotions were killing me, probably killing him as well. I was waiting on a response from him. But nothing. He looked down. I turned to walk out the door. I couldn't handle this. I had to end it, now. Before I got myself any deeper. My hand reached the door knob, and I felt Harry grab my arm. I turned to face him and has soon as I did, he had me pinned to the door. He kissed me. Simple pop on the lips.

He wiped my tears as I we stared at eachother, not saying anything. His eyes were red from fighting back tears himself. He had his body pressed up against mine. My backside pressed to the door.

Damn it, I thought to myself. as I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He Kissed me back and his tongue found mine. I still didn't have any answers I wanted. But it felt so right being with him right now, in this moment.

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