Chasing Cars - A Harry Styles love story

There's always a really hot guy at your high school you fall madly in love with. What type of complication does this cause when it's Harry Styles?

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15. Unexpected visitor

Chapter 15, Unexpected visitor

"Ow..."

I moaned, opening my eyes from an awkward dream.

I lifted my head up but immediately threw it back down and yelped in pain.

"Honey? You awake?"

My Mum questioned, running into my bedroom.

"Why does my head hurt this badly?"

She came and sat neat to me on the bed.

"Last night you slipped down three flights of stairs. No wonder your head hurts!"

Was that really what happened? Was the blur of last night just a dream?

"A young man by the name of Harry dropped you off. He was very polite... and quite handsome."

My mind trailed back to last night, the singing, the bar, the...

"I feel sick."

I promptly told my Mum before dashing into the bathroom and throwing up.

"Ewww"

I complained disgustively, still leaning over in pain.

My Mum ran in and held my back for support.

"Go away this is embaressing."

"The only embaressing thing about this situation is the fact that you strongly smell like alchohol."

My body froze.

"It was probably just some medicine the doctor's gave you for your head last night. I'm just messing with ya."

I relaxed and sighed in relief.

"I've called your school to let them know you're not coming in today."

She got up and left me on the cold floor panels.

"Fleur and Frankie need looking after. Just make sure you don't burn the house down!"

She yelled before shutting the door of the house.

Babyitting my two younger sister's. Great.

I pushed off the ground and gripped onto the sink struggling to keep balance.

There was suddenly a knock at the door.

"Leave me alone I'm a mess..."

I groaned as I slowly stomped to the front entrance. I turned the handle and swung the door open.

"Harry?" I gasped, his twinkling green eyes linking with my blue ones.

"W-what are you doing here?" I asked, failing not to stutter the question out.

"I'm here to say sorry."

He held out a red rose. It smelt Beautiful.

"Why are you saying sorry? And thank you for the rose."

I said, taking in it's scent again. "For last night. What I did was terribly irresponsible. I'm so sorry."

I laughed making him extremely confused.

"Don't be sorry! I don't remember anything anyway. And since when do we care about responsibility? We're teenagers Harry, don't take it out on yourself. I bet it was really fun."

He blushed and looked down.

"Y-yeah. I-it was."

"That's good. I'm glad you remember." He awkwardly nodded.

"Why don't you come in?"

"No, no. I still feel bad for getting you drunk. We're so underage."

"I told you that it was my fault for letting myself get that bad. And maybe I'm not underage? You've never asked what my age is."

"We're in the same classes at school, so... you're sixteen?"

"I am, what about you?"

"I'm sixteen too."

I smiled, glad that Harry was the same age.

"Damn we're not legal."

My head snapped up at his words.

I stepped forward and slapped his arm.

"I have neighbours you know!!"

He laughed and looked around suspiciously.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding"

"Now come inside."

I ordered, grabbing his arm and dragging him in.

"Wonder what we could get up to in there."

He winked and I slapped his arm for the second time.

"In your dreams Styles."

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