A Reason To Breathe *Harry Styles love story*

Chloe was just a small town girl from Carthage, Missouri, but her life isn't a normal one...or a happy one. What happens when a famous singer gives her a reason to breathe?

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7. Should I Tell?

 After a long car ride of comfortable silence, we pulled up to the hotel. Harry parked the car and slipped on his sunglasses incase anyone was outside. We silently climbed out of the car. I grabbed my teletubbie duffel bag from the back seat. When I stood back, Harry took off the glasses and looked at me with this "what the heck" look.

 

"What?" I asked him, confused.

 

"What's with the teletubbie bag?" I jutted my chin out in a proud manner.

 

"I like the teletubbies, thank you very much." He looked at me like I had three heads and opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and shook his head as he grabbed the two suitcases.

 

About halfway to their room, I started humming the teletubbies theme song. I looked at Harry out of the corner of my eye and saw his eye twitch. I smirked and started singing it. "Tinky-winky! Dipsy! Lala! Po! Teletubbies! Teletubbies! Say, hello! HELLOOOO!!!"

 

"SHUT UP!!!" Harry cut me off. I mock pouted.

 

"You're no fun, Harold." He chuckled.

 

"But really, you are a good singer. You never said you could sing?" The smile fell off my face. I licked my lips and cleared my throat.

 

"It's a long story." He looked at me, a concerned look on his face as he stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway.

 

"Tell me," he demanded softly. I sighed as I looked up at him through my lashes.

 

"Maybe I should tell you when I'm with everyone, that way I wont have to say it twice." Harry looked unsure, yet agreed.

 

"Yeah, I guess it would be better."

 

"Yeah." We walked the rest of the way in a awkward silence, the tension so thick I could barely breathe. Should I tell?

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