Over Again (Harry Styles/One Direction)

Emily Rose was just your normal 17 year old with a lot of responsibilities. She went to school and worked at a coffee shop to earn money for her ill father, a retired cop. Lately she's been feeling like her life was boring and repetitive this was until one day former gang member Harry Styles came into the shop. They had an instant connection, but what happens when gang members, sickness, death, and drugs are doing everything they can to tear them apart?


8. The date

Over Again

Chapter 8:

Emily P.O.V.

I can't believe how nervous I am, acting like a little second grade girl who got her first valentine. Harry makes me inwardly melt just by holding my hand it's crazy.

For our "date" we went to the movies. He payed for the tickets even though I told him I could pay for myself but being a gentlemen he refused. Unfortunately he picked a thriller so I didn't get to see any of it. I can't stand scary movies. So I basically clung onto him the entire time. I guess it wasn't so bad he made me feel safe and warm while rubbing my back with his hands and warning me when a bad part was going to come on.

We walked hand and hand in the dark streets of ny. Harry pulled me into Central Park placing a hand on my hip as we both sat down on a small green bench. Harry turned to me then and smiled.

"I came here once with my father when I was younger. I remember how surprised I was to see so many people in one place. Everyone was so happy, any stress they had vanished just from spending time with their family."

Harry said smiling to himself. Maybe reliving some past memories that I didn't know about, but I did want to find out.

A bust of wind hit us and I suddenly regretted wearing a t shirt. I started to shiver my teeth slightly chattering.
Seeing this Harry took off his thin sweater and put it over my shoulders a very cheesy move that you'd see in movies but in actuality was extremely sweet.

"Harry" I whispered. He only had a thin white t shirt under his sweater I could see the goosebumps already forming on his pale arms.

"No need to thank me. Don't worry about it I'm fine." He said protestingly.

He got up then taking my hand and pulled me up from the bench. We walked a few blocks to what I assumed was his apartment building. I haven't really been to this part of town before. We walked up to the door Harry fidgeting with the keys for a few minutes before finding the right one and opening it.

He turned to me a sligh forming on his face.

"Wanna come inside?"

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