Our relationship. It wasn't sonnet inspiring, the story of it won't make thousands want to listen. But it was complicated and it was special to us. It was certainly more than I bargained for from just seeing a boy with a football helmet across the room.


18. Eighteen

Things go very much back to normal after that. Everybody's friends again, it's not awkward between Harry and I and I feel like whatever feelings he had for me initially start to fade as we forget about the whole thing which is kind of reassuring. It makes things less uncomfortable. I still like him as much as ever but I can put that to the back of my mind. We still go out every other night which is comforting to me because I was terrified that was going to stop. 

I'm actually really happy right now. It's the kind of happy where you don't really know what to do with it. It's a happiness purely made up of being excited about everything. I'm just so content with being friends with all of the boys, I'm so happy to be living in Austin, I'm excited every day that I know I'm going out with Harry that night. Plus, Christmas is coming up soon and as soon as I'm off school, my family and I are going back to England for the holiday so I can see Nicole, Kylie and Jaclyn which makes me more excited than anything. 

Harry apparently picks up on my whole mood because one night we're sat on his car looking at the sky and he asks me "So why have you been so smiley recently?" 

I look at him and laugh. "I have?"

"Yeah." he chuckles. "You're literally smiling twenty four seven."

"I'm just happy." I say, smiling again. "I mean I'm going back to England next week-"

"What?" he says, his face dropping.

I frown, unsure. "I'm going to spend Christmas with my family and my friends and everything."

"Oh." he sighs, sitting back. "I thought you meant permanently. Jesus christ."

I laugh at him. "Nice to know you'd be sad to see me go."

"Of course I would." he nudges me. "But that's nice, you get to see your friends."

"Yeah." I say, that excited kind of buzz in my stomach. "It's been forever since I've seen them. Or even talked to them seeing as you take my phone every time they call."

He laughs. "They like me more, deal with it."

"And Dan likes me more so I guess it all worked out for the best." I say. 

"Maybe you're right." he says, all nonchalant. We're both quiet for a moment and I just wait, knowing he won't be able to keep quiet. He sighs, shaking his head. "Dan doesn't like you more."

"He does." I shrug. "They all do. I'm little Alice. You're just Harry."

"And Harry is the very valuable part of their team." he argues. "You're not even on the football team. You're not even a cheerleader."

I laugh, sitting back. "Imagine me as a cheerleader though."

He bursts out laughing too. "You wouldn't cheer. You wouldn't even lead. You'd just sort of stand there watching the game."

"You're very right." I say and his laughter dies down a little. 

"I'm happy for you obviously but I do kind of wish you were staying here for Christmas." he says, looking at me. 

"My friends have been without me for months, you can handle a couple of weeks." I say and he chuckles, nodding. 

"You're right." he jumps off the car, opening his door and smiling at me like he does every time we both realise it's properly dark now. "You ready to go?" 

"Sure." I say, getting into the car as he does. I'm never really ready to go. I'm pretty sure if I had the choice, I would stay there with him all day and all night. 

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