I'll Be Your Reason to be My Love

A backstabbing bestfriend, an abusive ex-boyfriend, a secret keeping mother, could 17 year old Evie's life be any worse? She's on the verge of falling apart until she meets Harry Styles. Even though she has no idea who he is, could he be the one to save her? Through their differences, will they ever be able to fix each other?


7. Serendipity or Coincidence?

 I’ll Be Your Reason to be My Love

Chapter Seven:

Serendipity . . . or Coincidence?

February 16th, 2011

“Hehe, stop that!” I giggled.

Harry and I were both lying on my living room couch. We were both shifting our weight on our left sides, as Harry’s back was pressed upon the board of the couch and his arms were around me, just a little above my stomach. My back was to him and we were cuddling up to watching Serendipity. It was my favourite film and the ending drives me absolutely mad and makes me completely lose it. Harry tightened his grip on me as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and kissed it. This was extremely ticklish to me and caused me to be unable to focus on the movie, so I leaned my head back into his face and said, “You’re gonna make me miss my favourite part!”

We were only about fifteen minutes in, but my favourite part was when Jonathan and Sara are both at the same hotel, going to the same floor but they both don’t know it and that they’re totally meant to be after all. It’s so much irony I can’t handle it!
Harry straightened himself up, slightly, returning his hand to its previous position around my waist. He cleared his throat as I lifted myself up more upright as I exclaimed with ecstasy, “Watch this part, watch this part!” I jumped in my seat as I gasped and pointed at the screen.

It was the part when Sara and Jonathan both pressed the elevator button to go to floor twenty-three. But of course, Jonathan’s elevator was delayed and he didn’t get there on time. If something like that ever happened to me I don’t think I’d be able to bear it. I actually started to tear up.

“Whoa that sucks! Gah, it’s like Inception!” Harry yelled in shock at the turn of events.

“No, Inception was a film of pure confusion. This my friend, is art.” I raised my hand to my face to wipe away a tear that was threatening enough to roll down my cheek.

Harry leaned over, noticed me and whispered, “Hey, no crying allowed.” He reached over and grazed his thumb across my cheek affectionately and kissed it. I closed my eyes, basking in the moment before jumping out of my seat and onto my two feet and announced, “I’m gonna make popcorn!”

Harry smiled in approval and I made my way around to the kitchen. I got the box from the cabinet, but decided to make two instead; we were both really big eaters. I got a bowl and started filling it to the top when I felt two strong arms entangle themselves around my waist securely. I smiled, enjoying the feeling as I bit my lip and turned around shoving a handful of popcorn in his face.

“Mm, is it just me or is this popcorn a little burnt?” he smirked, teasing me.
“Well excuse me, Mr. I Work In A Bakery!” I threw a piece of popcorn at him and watched as it bounced off of his chest onto the floor.

He laughed at my attempt and then threw on a playful smile. “You know I’m just kidding. Here.” He grabbed another handful of popcorn and shoved it in his face. “Mmmm, it’s like Heaven just exploded in my mouth!”

I gaped at him with a wide smile and threw another piece of popcorn at him. “What is it with all these wild food comparisons?!” I tried to refrain from cracking up on my floor. 
“I looooove food. But not as much as my band mate, Niall.”

He laughed very briefly and then stopped and stood there as if we were waiting for something to start. Hmm. That name sounded oddly familiar…did I know a Niall? I decided to just keep quiet as I said, “Your band mate! So your band, White Eskimo, is still together?”

“Erm . . . sort of.”

Wait what? How are you ‘sort of’ still together as a band? Though by the somewhat pained and slightly unreadable expression Harry had on his face, I could tell he didn’t want to talk about it but my curiosity was killing me. I somehow drifted from the subject. “Well, I’d love to hear you guys sing sometime. I love guys who sing,” I paused, lifting my eyebrows, as I referenced him from earlier tonight, “it’s incredibly . . . sexy.”

I inched closer to him, the bowl of popcorn still firmly in my right hand as I reached over to his curls and twirled them with my left, taunting him. I watched as his expression turned serious and I could tell that I was tantalizing him. I stopped and walked over back into the living room, and set the popcorn dish down on the coffee table. He followed me and I turned around and said, “I’ll be right back!”

As I walked down my hallway to get to the bathroom, I heard the doorbell ring. Ugh. Too lazy to walk back and see who it was, so I shouted down the corridor to Harry, “Could you be a dear and get that?!”

“Yup!” he hollered back at me as I sauntered into the bathroom and closed the door. Wonder who that could be.

---Harry’s Point of View---

I heard the door slam shut from down the hallway as I made my way to the front door. I smiled as I noticed her little holiday decoration wreath from Christmas was still hung upon the hook. I flicked the tinsel and then pulled open the door. When my eyes drifted to the visitor my eyes widened to their fullest and I’m pretty sure my jaw was down to the ground.


“Hey, Haz. I found you.” He smiled cheekily at me and I had to resist the urge I had to smack that smile right off of his face.

“Okay, what are you doing here and how did you find me?” I stood there interrogating him, as I was baffled beyond my reason.

“Easy. You have your location turned on, on your tweets and you tweeted ‘wonderful dinner’ an hour ago. Duh,” he quickly said, sounding much like a smartass.

I kind of felt stupid for a minute, but I let it pass as I didn’t have time for this right now, thank you very much. “Okay well, you need to get out of here. Like now,” I stressed as I tried pushing him back, out of the doorway.

“This is a fine little establishment you’re at. Who’s here?  A girrrl?” he jeered, hoisting himself on his tip toes, peering over my shoulder.

“No, it’s just an old friend, now would you please leave?” I kind of sounded like a diva right now, but I could care less. This was Louis after all, and above all people he should be the one to understand when I mean he needs to get out of here. Right this second. 
“Ooh, what are you hiding you sly boy?” he was still attempting to peek his eyes around the house, as he watched for any movement to take place. His eyes stopped moving and it was as if they were frozen in place. I turned around to see what he was looking at, and turns out it was a huge poster of Zac Efron in that weird American film . . . that musical one. I quickly jolted my head back to the boy wearing red braces and watched his smile grow too sneaky. “You’re definitely at a girl’s house.”

“Right, yes I am at a girl’s house. And you really need to leave because she doesn’t know about—”

“Harry?” I was interrupted by Evie’s soft voice that sounded like those of an angel. I swear, the way it was just so cute and girly made me go crazy. I even sound crazy right now. Right. I snapped my head in her direction.

“Erm, hi.” I had no idea what to say to advert this awkwardness. What was I supposed to say, sorry my friend stalked me to your house because at the moment he’s being an incredible sneaky bastard? Yeah.

“Hi,” she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and her eyes darted over behind me to Louis, “uh, who’s this?”

“Hi, love, I’m Louis.” He beat me before I could say anything. He smiled at her like this was completely normal and was done on a daily basis. Well played, Louis, well played. “I’m Harry’s best mate.” He gave her the most innocent smile I had ever seen on him.

“But I’m sure you’ve heard of us from—”

“The library!” It was the first thing that popped into my head. I had to stop him right then and there. I couldn’t ruin this. “Yeah, we’re top borrowers there, got our names plastered right on the front wall. Huge recognition we got there,” I stuttered uncontrollably. I tried to signal to Louis not to say anything about the circumstance we were in. I nodded to him ‘she doesn’t know’ and head motioned swiftly to Evie, a bit awkwardly. I watched as Louis’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth suspiciously.

Oh God.

“Right. Well, I was just coming over here to tell Harry that we have some uhm, very important hard work to do at the library,” he leaned his head forward at me and raised his eyebrows up and down, “and the librarian Paul has some news for us that you’ll want to hear. But seeing as your busy I guess it can wait until tomorrow.”  

Louis’s facial expression softened in a joking manner and lingered in my brain. His eyes lurched over to Evie. He looked at her lecherously and I didn’t like it one bit. I had to restrain myself from kicking him out right then and there. What was he doing? That look in his eye gleamed and made me forget everything he had explained prior to it. I really didn’t like the circumstances of things right now and I was starting to feel a little insecure, around my own best mate. Well, this was awkward.

I turned my whole body around to Evie. I was disappointed and a little more than angry when I found she was looking back at him the exact same way. What was this? 
“Well now, Harry you didn’t tell me you were at a pretty girl’s house,” he blurted, still looking at Evie as his smirk formulated into a smile.


I eyed them over once more as my emotions got the best of me. Before I knew it, I was pushing Louis out of the doorway and out into the cold air. “Yeah, see you tomorrow, Louis.” I slammed the door in his face and glanced back at Evie once more. She looked as if she were boring her gaze into the ground, thinking cautiously but intently. A little smile was peeking at the edge of her mouth, cutely. I just stared at her and waited for her to return my gaze.

When she did, the smile defining her lips now was faded. She must have noticed my look of anger. My eyebrows were furrowed and my eyes were focused and my lips were pursed into a fine thin line. I clenched my fists.

Wait. Was I jealous?

Jealous that she didn’t look at me that way?

I tried softening my features, I mean I didn’t want to seem like I had anger management or anything. When that didn’t work at all, I walked up to her. I studied her face as her eyes were plastered on mine. I couldn’t stand this burning envy I felt in the pit of my stomach. I tried my best to let it subside, but nothing was doing the trick. In a battle of my own emotions, I rapidly walked over to her, stomping my feet in effect and grabbed her by the wrist. I firmly pulled it so that it was positioned securely around my waist, forcing us to stand close to each other. I looked at her, the devious teasing yet aggressive feelings apparent in my eyes. She seemed as if she was a little drawn aback by my actions and her eyes were wide. Looking down from her eyes to her lips, I leaned in and kissed her fiercely and passionately. It was probably one of the deepest kisses we’ve shared and I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it. Subconsciously, I had started to ride my right hand up her body and stopped when it was placed on her chest, in between her breasts.The envious feeling almost evaporated entirely.


That is, up until Evie uncharacteristically swatted me away and pushed herself back from me. Was she mad too? I hadn’t seen her like this ever before.

“Jesus, what do you think you’re doing?” She pushed away from me and took a few steps back.

Her tone was starting to scare me, yet I was so tied in with my own anger still that I didn’t acknowledge it. “What?” I questioned.

“Uhh,” her voice frayed as she motioned her hands to hover over the place on her torso that I had just so adventurously explored. “a little touchy-feely we’re getting now?”

“Oh.” I furrowed my eyebrows and glanced at the ground briefly discouraged, and then returned my gaze back to her. “Sorry,” I replied sheepishly.

She gave me a side-swept aspect of confusion and asked, “Uh, is everything okay?” She was a bit reluctant to take a step forward, I noticed.

“Yeah,” I said. I was going to leave it at that but my strong-willed self-got the best of me so I continued, “except you know, Louis was just flirting with you in front of my face but . . .” I  muttered under my breath, trailing off.

“What, your friend? Oh please, Harry I barely know the guy!” She exclaimed, reasonably.

I was beginning to get a little fed up. Was she testing me now . . .? Whatever, I should just let this whole thing blow over. But I still couldn’t help but to feel rejected by the way Evie seemed disgusted by the way I touched her. I admit, it appeared a little forward but was she that repulsed by me . . .?

I don’t know.

---Evie’s Point of View---

Harry was acting weirder by the minute and now he was starting to come off as a jealous jerk. My mind wandered. I kind of found this really cute that he was so protective of me and it gave me a feeling of safety but I should be mad, right? 
He was silent for a few minutes. I didn’t know what else to say and this whole thing was completely ridiculous. Sure I may have connected with him for about a millisecond but come on. That’s like saying Jake and I are meant to be, which is crazy.

I watched as Harry clenched his fists numerous times, his nails digging in deep to skin that they left little half-circle marks. I didn’t like this sudden turn of events can we just rewind and go back to cuddling on the couch please?
When he still said nothing, I noticed him looking intently down at his hands. I think he had realized how rough he was actually being on himself to contain his anger. I felt a bit of remorse, this was quite an awkward turn of events. Slowly yet cautiously, I strolled over to him and took his hand in mine. I lifted it and caressed it gently, holding the back of his hand in my palm, and using my other hand to run three fingers over noticing the red marks on it. I looked up at him. His mood was changing, as he was becoming less distant but not by much.
“I’m sorry if you thought I was flirting with your mate. But I was just trying to be friendly.” I tried to keep my tone as innocent as possible and shoot him my to die for puppy dog eye look. When he was still silent, I propped myself up on my tip-toes and kissed him longingly on the cheek.

He shot me a tiny sweet smile and finally spoke. “All right, I believe you. Louis, however, I’ll have to give a strict talking to.”

I laughed and then smiled sincerely back at him. I loved how he got jealous at his best friend over me and I was starting to think that he really liked me. Which was good because the feeling was totally mutual. “All right envy-pants, can we finish watching the movie now?”

He nodded and we walked back to the couch, resuming our previous positions before this whole escapade occurred. Once we were settled, he reached his arm over my waist and grasped for my hand.

We laced our fingers together and stayed like that for the remainder of the movie. When it was late, and we were both close to sleep, I heard Harry mutter my name. Too tired to make a full response, I just moaned in reply. 
Quietly he whispered, “I know I haven’t known you long at all but I like you. A lot.”

My eyes shot open. I was wide awake now. I loved hearing him say those words it was comforting and exactly what I wanted to hear. In reply I muttered, “I like you a lot too.”

“No, I mean I think I like you more than I’ve ever liked anyone before,” he confessed, “and I just hope you stay in my life for a long time.”

I didn’t know what to say. “Don’t worry, Harry. I’m not going anywhere. Besides we still can qualify as acquaintances, this short time we’ve known each other. There can’t possibly be that many skeletons in your closet.”

I felt him tense up against my body. Oh God, did I say something wrong?  "Heh, yeah. Erm, goodnight Evie."

Too tired to question his sudden awkwardness, I only replied, "Goodnight."
February 19th, 2011

Friday was finally here, at last. I figured I’d have a nice, laid back, stay at home weekend like some of the kids at my school do, but no. I have to travel all the way to the other side of Britain with a crazy obsessed fangirl. Great.

Ever since Tuesday, I hadn’t seen Harry or Louis at all. Though I did text Harry throughout the course of the week, the conversations haven’t gotten anywhere past a basic chat of ‘what’s up.’ But today I got to see Harry, briefly before I leave for the weekend. Can’t say that I wasn’t totally excited and pumped for that. Plus, Annabel finally gets to meet the boy who I told her I’d been hung up on. When I told her everything about Tuesday night, she totally freaked out. At first, she had thought I’d gone full out all the way with him. Knowing that I was no virgin, she automatically assumed when I said ‘slept together’ that I meant sex, but I didn’t. I would certainly never do this on a first date.

Scratch that, I would certainly never do this when I still don’t even know the guy’s last name. When I told Annabel that, being her obsessed self, said that she would take it that I was dating the oh so infamous Harry Styles whom I don’t even know what he looks like. What an excitement. After that, I shoved it in her face that she would actually get to meet him today and I would prove to her that I definitely was not dating this Harry Styles kid. God, what it takes to prove that child wrong.

Finally, it was four o’clock and Annabel ad been here for a good twenty minutes when I texted Harry to get his butt over here. When he said he was on his way, Annabel and I chatted about the concert. Like who the actual heck these people were. She had to get it through to me that their band name was One Direction and that they were ‘the most talented people on the planet.’

Yeah, okay.

In the middle of our little chat, Annabel screeched. Okay ow, it was a real ear piercing, wincing type of screech. I asked her what all the possible commotion could be about, she replied with that she forgot her poster of Zayn that she wanted him to sign at home. Since these were specific VIP tickets, we actually got to go backstage and meet these guys and have them sign stuff. I of course had nothing but Annabel had a whole bag full of crap. Sigh.

She rushed out the door and into her car, yelling at me that she’ll be back in twenty minutes. Fine by me. Just as her car exited the side of my driveway, another one pulled up. I peeked out the window to see who it was and sure enough, it was Harry. Of course he shows up right when  Annabel disappears. Nonetheless, I opened the door and greeted him with a hug and told him that he just missed Annabel.

“But you could stay until she gets back.” I smiled.

“I actually have to go in five minutes, but I just wanted to show up and see your pretty face before you leave.” Returning the smile, there were hints of drained disappointment in his voice. He was so sweet.

I leaned up and kissed him quick and sighed. “All right. I’ll miss you. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” And it was true. It’s been an eternity since I’d seen that face.

“I know, me too. Which is why I need extra lovin’.” He smirked as he leaned down and kissed me, longer than I had him. I giggled and reached up and pushed his curls out of his face. He was wearing a green-brown beanie so his face was totally exposed except for some escaping strands of hair from the sides.

As I was doing so, I noticed a creepy man with a small device in his hands that I couldn’t make out. I pointed to him and Harry turned around. “Do you know that guy or something?”

“Uh, no. Let’s go inside.” He pushed us so that we were fully inside of my house now and not just in the doorway. We made our way over to the couch that was to the left of the entrance and plopped ourselves down. We bonded for about a good ten minutes when suddenly I found Harry was sucking on the skin on my neck. It felt good but then he bit down on it and I gasped in slight pain.

“Hey, hey what are you doing?!”

He pulled away and bit his lip before saying, “Just making my mark on you, babe.”

I swatted his sweater with my hand. “You’re so dirty.” I rolled my eyes.
“I just want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

Was I? I wouldn’t mind that at all actually so I said, “Oh, well in that case... do continue.” I made my voice low as he began again.


When Annabel finally came back, Harry was long gone. She was jumping up and down with excitement that not only did she find the hot picture of Zayn, but the sexy one! Oh, my gosh how exciting!

Yeah, welcome to my world.

“Right then, are we ready to go now?” I picked up all of my hair and tied it back into a low ponytail. It was especially annoying today.

“Yea--wait.” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as Annabel made her way towards me, coming closer. She pushed my hair to the right side and grasped my neck and pointed. Her eyebrows shot up. “What’s this?”

I knew where she was gesturing to. “Uh, nothing.” Smooth.

“Dude! What was your new boyf over here and gave you a quickie while I was gone?”

I slapped her hand away violently. “No! And he’s not my boyfriend.”

“He’s not your boyfriend but he’s giving you hickeys. Okay.” Ugh I hated it when she was being a wise arse.

“Would you shut up and get in the car?” I was getting annoyed with the conversation. Was Harry my boyfriend? He hadn’t flat out said it yet we acted like a couple . . . I don’t know, the whole situation was just screwed up and backwards but that’s what made things interesting. I found my hand lingering absentmindedly to the spot on my neck.

Well I knew one thing for sure. I wanted him to be my boyfriend.

Whoa guys this chapter is long :o well I hope you enjoyed and thank you for the lovely views and comments(:

Things are getting so suspenseful guys!!

You’ll just have to wait and see what surprises come up in the next chapter...

And keep an eye on Evie’s mom, there’s something suspicious going on with her.

YAY for Harry’s point of view and Louis! :D 



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