Back For You (Harry Styles)

{BOOK 1- COMPLETE} Meet Amabel Walker, the girl who kept everyone else out, who put up walls to protect herself from another accident, like the one that caused her hideous scar on her neck. She’s bitter and doesn’t let anyone in, but that soon changes.

Now, meet Harry Styles. Worldwide boy band hottie. Slighly cocky, but charming and sweet when he needs to be. He’s caring, and wants to help Amabel get back to being her normal, carefree, silly and loving self. Can he get under her skin and make her come out of her dark shell?



13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

As Harry and I left the O2 Arena, I thought about what had been bugging me for a long time. Why did Harry want to go on a date with me? He could have gone out with anyone, right? I liked him -sort of- and I just didn't want him to leave me on the curb as soon as he realized just how broken I was. Yes, I would heal -somewhat- but that would take time. Longer than I thought, but what I went through isn't something you could get over easily. 

I was so confused about why Harry was so interested. He didn't seem like the type to give up after he failed on the first try. When we first met I would have rather stuck pins in my eyes than sit in a room with him. Now, I feel like the room is empty if he isn't in it. It's actually really strange.

Harry noticed how quiet I was in the car, but he didn't try to talk to me. I hoped he didn't think I had a terrible time -I didn't. It was the best date I had been on -not that I had been on many dates to begin with. I planned on saying yes to Harry if he asked me out again. There was something about him that I couldn't describe, couldn't put my finger on. 

When the engine was shut off, the silence was loud. Harry and I just sat there with no words spoken.

"I'll walk you to your door." He offered, getting out and running around the car to open the door for me.

I laughed. "I can get out of a car, Harry."

He smiled. "I know, I just don't want you to get hurt." I looked at him from under my eyelashes, and found him staring into my eyes, which made my pulse race and my breathing become uneven.

Nothing in my body slowed when he intertwined our fingers and lead me up the steps of my porch. My chest ached at the thought of him leaving, and myself alone in the house. It was weird; I was usually just fine on my own. I look at him with pleading eyes.

"Thank you, Harry. Tonight was amazing." I said shyly, looking at my boots.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." He took both my hands in his and pulled me closer, causing me too look up at him, and I couldn't look away, not this time. He slowly bent down, and I froze when he pressed his lips to my cheek. I smiled and blushed, and saw Harry do the same.

My heart sank a little as I watched him drive away. My fingers touch my cheek, where Harry's warmth still lingered.

My world felt bland and dull without Harry in it. I didn't know someone could mean that much to me. In my room, the clock said 11:15 pm. I was out with Harry for four hours? It didn't seem like it.

I changed to sweatpants and a t-shirt and washed the makeup off my face before climbing into bed. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, replaying the night over and over again.



The sound of my ring tone, 'One Thing', woke me up. I didn't really know if Harry and I were considered boyfriend or girlfriend yet, but I didn't want to assume so, although he had taken me out twice in the past week, and I knew we both had a wonderful time.

Our second date he took me to a movie, and I loved it when he felt brave enough to intertwine our fingers. I was glad he felt comfortable around me. It wasn’t awkward at all, as most movie dates are – in my opinion. We held hands the entire movie, and a few people recognized Harry. They didn’t approach us, though, and for that I was grateful. I didn’t want the world thinking we were serious.

The third date, which I loved, Harry took me ice skating. I was terrible, and to be honest, he wasn't much better. When the night ended, he had kissed me, and my stomach formed butterflies. It was a quick peck, and completely unexpected. I had smiled at him, and he returned it. We continued skating after that, and something seemed to have changed. 

In case you were wondering, we had kissed, but nothing more, I wasn't ready. We had only had one make out session, and it was...strange. I hadn't made out with someone in two years. Even if I was ready -- for it--, I wouldn't anyway; I wanted to know him for longer, much, much longer than a week.

Rubbing my eyes, I pressed the talk button.   

"Hello?" I said, yawning.

"Good morning!" A cheerful voice greeted me. I groaned.

"Harry. Edward. Styles. What are you doing calling me at... 6:15am!?"

He ignored me. "Look out your window." I could tell from his tone he had a wide smile on his face.

I was confused, but I went to my window and threw the curtains open anyway. I saw Harry standing in my front yard, smiling, and still holding the phone to his ear. I waved and returned the smile, and he motioned for me to come outside. Opening the window, I called out to him.

"One minute!" I yelled. I received thumbs up from the curly-haired boy.

I shut the window and ran downstairs in search of my boots and mittens. I adjusted my blond hair over my scar and jumped into my parka. Outside, Harry was nowhere to be seen. 

"Harry?" I called out while zipping my coat. I could see my breath. "Harry?" I tried again, louder this time. No answer.

I turned to face my house, confused. Just then a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist. I jumped slightly and let out a small squeal, but relaxed when I saw brown curly hair.

"Don't scare me!" I laughed and playfully shoved him.

"But it's funny!" He kissed my cheek.

"Only to you!" I shot back, smiling and throwing a snowball at him. His facial expression changed from surprised to jokingly murderous in a matter of seconds. His pink lips formed a mischievous smile. My eyes went wide.

"It is so on!" He screamed, and started hurling snowballs at my face.

I screamed and tried to run, but Harry was faster than me. He gripped my waist again and pulled me to the ground. I couldn't stop laughing.

"Nice try, sweetheart." He whispered, sending shivers down my spine. I stared into his eyes, and wanted nothing more than to kiss him, but I fought the urge.

Harry pressed his lips to my temple and I could feel my face get hot. I stayed sitting between his legs with his arms around me, savoring his warmth in the cold weather.

"I want to introduce you to my mum." He said suddenly, "As my girlfriend."

I turned around to face him with wide eyes. "What?" Harry only smiled his cheeky smile. "Harry?!" I placed both my hands on his shoulders, never feeling as happy as I did right then.

He nodded. "Amabel, listen, I know I have only taken you out a couple of times, but I really like you and-" I stopped him by covering his mouth with my hand. 

I smiled. "I would love to." He smiled back at me, and I noticed Harry tilting his head to the side and leaning in slowly. It was happening!  I could feel his hot breath on my cold lips as we moved closer to each other. It was taking forever.

"Damn it, Harry." I growled, and crashed my lips to his.

I could tell he was surprised at first, but then he became more into it when he cocked his head to the side, deepening the kiss. My stomach formed butterflies and I felt sparks I had never felt before. I was instantly addicted to his touch and taste, this kind of affection new to me. It was my personal drug. My arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer as I breathed in his scent. Brown curls tickled my forehead, and I could picture his long eyelashed faned out on his pink cheeks. His hands were placed halfway up my abdomen at the side, gripping lightly.

When I pulled away, I couldn't help but let a giggle escape.

"So." I said while playing with his hair, "when do I get to meet your mum?"

"Today. The band isn't working this afternoon.”

I nodded. "Give me half and hour and I'll be ready. You can come inside if you want to, it's cold out here." I quickly kissed him again.

Harry waited in the kitchen while I went and changed into white skinny jeans, black Uggs, and a matching black sweater that fit snugly. I pulled my hair over my shoulder and hoped and prayed that Harry's mom didn't mention it or stare at it. It was kind of hard not to, it was pretty big. Zipping up my Northface, I wrote my mother a note.

I’m with Harry. Call or text if you need me.  

Love you,  


Outside, Harry had the car running and waiting. The ride was short and the closer we got to Harry's mum’s, the more nervous I got. By the time we arrived, my palms were sweating. Harry saw me fidgeting and gently placed a hand on my thigh.

"Don't worry. She’ll love you." He promised and I nodded.

This ought to be good. 

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