Secrets Long Kept

What would happen if Harry Styles fell for a Swiftie? How long could she keep her fandom a secret? What would happen if Harry and his bandmates found out?

Grace Woodhouse is happy with life. But then she crashes-quite literally-into Harry Styles. He makes it his mission to get her to date him, but Grace is torn since she's a diehard Swiftie. Will their love last?

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5. He Sings a Song

May comes, and I’m still ignoring Harry’s texts.

The weather in Chicago can be quite lovely in May, so I take a lot of walks on my lunch break.  One evening, I’m coming back to my apartment after going out to dinner with my friends, Kate and Hannah.  There are tons of people out-and-about.  A light breeze is blowing, but my blue trench coat keeps me warm.  I smile at my doorman and then head up to my apartment.  My plans for tonight involve PJs, popcorn, and Princess Diaries.

I turn the key in the lock.  As I open the door, I frown.  There’s a lamp on in the living room, and I know for a fact I only left on the hall light.  Cautiously, I grab my giant metal flashlight from the hall closet and inch my way into the living room.  I jump practically ten feet in the air when I see Harry Styles sitting on the couch and holding a guitar.

“How the hell did you get in here?” I exclaim, setting the flashlight down.

“Did you know your doorman has a Directioner daughter?  And the desk clerk is a big fan, too,” Harry says. “When I explained how I knew you, they were perfectly fine with letting me into your flat.”

“What are you even doing in Chicago?  And how did you find out where I live?” I ask.

“We’ve got a week off.  I thought I’d come back and see you since you’ve been ignoring my texts and calls.  And finding you was easy—I just looked you up in the student directory and found your address,” he explains with a shrug. “Now sit down.  I want to play you a song.”

With a sigh, I plop down on the couch but at the opposite end from Harry.  He strums a couple random notes on the guitar and then begins to play.  Harry clears his throat and begins to sing.

“Don’t try to make me stay, or ask if I’m okay,” he croons. “I don’t have the answer.  Don’t make me stay the night, or ask if I’m all right.  I don’t have the answer.”

He proceeds to sing all of “Irresistible,” and I blink several times to keep the tears away.  Harry touches my cheek when he’s done and gives me the tenderest look I’ve ever seen on a guy.  It’s like déjà vu when Harry leans in.  I let him kiss me, but I keep it brief.

“So how about it, Grace?” he says. “Will you go out with me?”

I reply, “Okay.”

And that’s that.

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