The summer's heat kept me awake as I tossed and turned in my bed. I looked over at my wooden bedside table to see the glimmering numerals of my digital clock that read 2:03. Why did I have to lay awake when I could be sleeping… not that I had anything important to awake to.

Dinner went somewhat smoothly at the Styles' with only a couple of comments here and there from Harry. He always pulled out the usually remark, you know comments on my weight and how if I scooped another spoonful of mashed potatoes onto my plate that I would truly be the pig that he saw me as. No, he really did call me a pig. But all of this was the usual. I was used to worse from him.

The breeze blew in from my window, letting me know that even sleeping outside would be too hot. Pulling the sheets from my bed I walked over to my desk and grabbed my laptop, bringing it back to the comfort of my bed. Opening up the internet, I immediately brought up Facebook to see what was going on. Scrolling through my newsfeed nothing important had really shown up. A quick glance to the right side of my screen and the name "Harry Styles" glowed on Facebook chat, signaling me that the demon next door was awake.

I always thought about clicking his name and speaking to him. Would he reply? What would he say? Fat chance that it would be something nice, or even a "hello".

His name soon disappeared making me think that it was a sign from God telling me that I should never think of such a thing as talking to Harry on chat.

The internet was so boring that there was really nothing left to do so I shut my laptop and put it on my floor.

It was too hot to pull even a sheet up around my body so I sat there in my shorts and sports bra just waiting to fall asleep.

Closing my eyes, I started thinking about how nice it would be to be at the beach right now, to lay in the sand and just listen to the sound of the waves crash against the shore. Now that would be relaxing.

My drifting thoughts almost had me at a slumber when I heard the sound of a boy singing. Was I dreaming?

My ears perked up and I sat in my bed, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from. I realized that it was echoing through my window.

I stood up, being careful as to what I may find and across the small distance between my house and Harry's, I noticed his window was open too.

"Come on skinny love what happened here, we suckled on the hope in light brassieres…" I heard the voice come across to my ears.

Was Harry singing?

"And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine…" The deep heart struck voice went on.

Harry was singing.

When we were younger, Harry would always sing whatever tune was stuck in his head out loud. Once he had a Spice Girls song stuck in his head and it even got me singing along with him. Gemma filmed us singing it together and I can recall us having some sort of dance to fit the tune.

As we got older Harry's singing rarely made an appearance and that's when the "cooler" and "popular" Harry started showing up.

It was odd how he was now singing at 2:34 A.M. to himself but wouldn't sing at all like he used to. I swear it's been a good 4 years since I had even heard that voice that I used to love so much.

I peaked out of my window to see if I could see him. There he was in nothing but his Calvin Klein's walking to his bed that lay right beside his windowpane. I smiled thinking that maybe his room stayed the same all these years. His body hadn't though, that's for sure. I even got a peak of his star tattoo again. Most of his pudge was gone and instead it was replaced with the fit body of a young man.

I walked back to my bed and laid there just listening to Harry sing the words to Bon Iver's, Skinny Love. It was one of those songs that could just calm me, no matter what was going on.

I smiled to myself thinking that even though the tension between us was more then overbearing for me sometimes, the bumps and bruises that he caused me, and even under all the emotional stress he's put me through that maybe, just maybe, the old Harry still lived.

It was a question that had me pondering but slowly and surely, Harry sang me to sleep.

The next morning I woke up to the sun shining onto my bed, the heat on my skin had woken me up and the clock now read 10:15. It was definitely time to wake up.

Grabbing an old football t-shirt from school, I threw it on and walked down the stairs to find my mother on the phone with someone. She looked quite happy and the smile on her face meant something good.

Whenever my mother smiled, I felt a sense of happiness inside myself. I've always worried about her even though my father hasn't been present for the majority of my life. I barely knew him, he left my mom and I when I was four, disappearing into thin air.

Grabbing the cheerios that sat on top of the fridge I poured myself a bowl and added some milk. Munching away I thought of what to do today. Maybe my friend Daniela would be free…

My mom got off the phone and looked over at me, her face still beaming.

"What's got you so chipper?" I asked laughing.

"So, you know how we leave for Greece in a couple of days?" She asked looking at me excitedly. I was so confused as to why she was so excited about our trip. Yeah, I was excited too, but every summer my mom and I went to Greece for 4 weeks, soaking up the sun, walking in the colorful markets that we loved so much. It was a summer tradition.

"Mhmm…" I mumbled spooning some more cereal into my mouth.

"Well this year it's not just going to be the two of us. Anne and Harry are going to come with." My mother beamed, smiling from ear to ear.

Okay was this a joke?

"Sometimes you tell the funniest jokes-" I was cut off by her urgency to explain.

"Hunny, I'm not kidding. After last night, Anne and I thought it would be a spectacular idea! You and Harry could even try getting along." The whole Harry thing had my mind running in circles.

What was I going to do? These four weeks were supposed to be spent relaxing and not having to worry about the boy next door and his next move to make my life horrible. What was Harry going to do to me…

"No Mom, please." I could feel the tears coming into my eyes. I didn't want him there.

My mom suddenly realized that this wasn't fun and games anymore, "Tally, I promise you everything will be fine. You'll have your own room at the cottage. You don't have to be with him during the whole trip…" She trailed off.

I knew mom wanted this because it would mean that her and Anne could have a vacation together as well. Anne even deserved it; she worked so hard, just like mom.

"Please Mom, just don't let anything happen to me." The words that left my mouth meant a lot less then what she thought them to be.

"Nothing bad will happen. Harry will have no choice to be nice because he'll have no one else to be with." Only if my mom knew. I bet Harry was dreading this and planning on making me regret my life on the trip.

I just nodded not being able to speak a word.

"How about we go shopping today? We can get some stuff for our trip, some nice new clothes?" She asked trying to make me feel better.

"Okay Mom."

And that was it; I was going to be stuck in paradise with the devil himself.