Amelia Chapter Two
Day: 02 Week: 00
The phone rings three times before a husky male voice on the other side picks up with a lazy "Hello?" in an English accent.
"Hello, Liam? It's me, Amy." I said, pressing my cell phone between my shoulder and head in an attempt to keep both of my hands free so I could make myself some breakfast.
"Hey 'Lia, how are you doing?" Liam Payne replied, his voice getting considerably softer. I detected something else in his voice but I couldn't quite place it. His tone made me feel like I was a little kid though, as if I were three and had just hurt myself pretty badly.
"I'm fine, I was actually calling to see if you've heard from Harry. I haven't talked to him in a while, it's kind of unlike him to not talk to me for this long." I began, cracking an egg into the frying pan and grabbing some bacon to put in the pan too. There was a few long seconds of silence in which I occupied myself by cooking the bacon and egg. When the silence became almost too awkward to bear I considered asking him again but thankfully, he replied.
"Um… no, no I haven't heard from… from him. Amelia are you okay?"
"Of course, why do you ask?" I was beginning to ask myself if Liam was okay, because his worried tone did not sit well with me. I shook the feeling off though, because it was probably just my imagination. What really had me worried was the fact that Liam used my full name. He always called me 'Lia. Never Amelia.
"Just asking." Liam replied quietly, his voice sounding far off. He was thinking, I could tell. His mind was somewhere else, probably distracted.
I decided it was best if I hung up with him but before I did he promised he could come and visit me soon, as he lived a town about two hours from London, and I said I looked forward to it, and then hung up. I focused on my breakfast, which smelled deliciously compelling because of my famished state. Once finished cooking I grabbed the plate along with utensils and a glass of orange juice and moved to my living room and turned on the TV. For the first time, I felt slightly alone. My condo was small, fit for two people so it wasn't as if I was one person in the spacious home but Harry always kept me company. We practically lived together, and now that he wasn't here I felt so small. I flipped through the channels, ignoring my loneliness, and caught a few seconds of a movie being shown. The scene I happened to catch involved a man walking a woman home from their first date. They climbed the steps to her house, and he then said a few parting words like, "I had fun tonight" and went in for a kiss. Then the man walked away. It reminded me of my first date with Harry Styles.
I happened to be in the college library, sitting in a study cubicle in the far corner of the second floor of the two floor library. I had my music theory text book on my lap, and my class notebook on the desk trying to sponge up as much information as possible. My mind was totally engrossed in what I was doing that I didn't hear my phone vibrate with an incoming text message. After three vibrations I then realized I had a message, and reached into my bag to check it. It was a single message from Harry Styles saying, "Where are you?" I replied, "In the library." And then went back to what I was doing, except I couldn't concentrate. Harry Styles wasn't the type of guy I expected to text me, or take an interest in my whereabouts. I felt flattered, really. Several pages later I heard footsteps behind me, followed by the sound of someone moving a chair toward my location.
"What are you doing tonight?" Harry asked me, and I looked up at him just in time to see him adjust his snapback on his head. I decided I liked the way his curls curled around his snapback and framed his face.
"Studying for a music theory test, why?" I replied nonchalantly, simultaneously realizing it was a Friday, and Harry was probably internally picking on me for staying in on a Friday night.
"How about a party?" He suggested. I detected eagerness to his voice which didn't help the feeling of edginess that was coming over me. It's not that I hated parties, I had just never attended many, and I wasn't friends with the right people to be invited to them. So naturally I just focused on my grades in school and wished I went to parties.
"I don't know…" I began to say. The people there weren't my type of people, but it would be nice to go somewhere public with Harry Styles, and be the envy of everyone on campus. But on the other hand I probably wouldn't enjoy myself.
"Come on, it will be fun. And it's not your typical party. It's on 49th street. I know a bouncer there; we can get in for free." Harry pushed. He bit his lip, and I suspected it was probably something he did to get his way since so many people found it adorable when he did that. I wasn't immune to his charms, and fell for it.
"I don't know what to wear. I don't even have anything to wear." I said, giving out an excuse instead of an answer.
"Let me come over and I'll pick something out. I'm sure you have something." He pushed even more. I looked down toward my books, debating what I wanted to do. A party did sound fun, but I was nervous about going somewhere with him. Sensing this, Harry put on a pout, and I shut my book. "Fine. Fine. I'll go." I said in mock frustration, while Harry tried to keep back a smirk.
"Okay, I'll be at your house at nine, just give me your address."
I gave him directions to my apartment, and once he had what he wanted he left. I couldn't find the concentration to continue what I was doing, so I closed my books, mentally cursing him out for leaving my mind a complete mess.
Harry appeared at my door at precisely nine at night, wearing a dark blue button down shirt with white hearts on it, and black skinny jeans. He had a suit jacket tossed casually over his right shoulder, making his overall look very sexy. I personally had much trouble trying not to look at him too much, and decided it was better for both of us if we got to raking through my closet.
It was really awkward to watch Harry dig through my clothes, pushing aside pants and leggings and looking through mini-skirts and various dresses. I wondered what he thought of my wardrobe and wanted to know what he was thinking. It had me completely on edge. After about several minutes, Harry held a black and red dress in each hand, holding them out to me, gesturing me to try them on. I rolled my eyes and sighed, and stood up from where I sat on my bed and grabbed the two dresses and headed to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and locked it just in case. I decided to grab the black one first. It was a solid black dress that came to about mid-thigh, and had a single shoulder strap. I quite liked this dress, it was modest on top, and that was something important for me considering my larger than normal bust. The dress wasn't extremely conservative either, and I liked the length which was teasing and flirtatious. I looked at my reflection in the mirror over the sink, thinking myself crazy. I was trying dresses on for a guy who waited in my bedroom. It was the first time that happened to me. I made a goofy panicked expression into my reflection for a second before grabbing the door knob and heading out.
"Well, that one's nice." Harry replied in a non-committal tone, appraising the black dress. I felt slightly uncomfortable standing in front of him while his eyes scanned my legs, up to my waist, chest, and finally, my face. My self-esteem was quite questionable at that moment, and I hoped to god for my own sake he liked what he saw.
"Yes, no, maybe?" I said, unsure of what to do.
"Let me see the red one." Harry demanded, and I automatically turned on my heel toward the bathroom again, conscious of his eyes on my retreating figure.
Inside the secure and closed doors of my bathroom, I quickly peeled off the black dress and grabbed the red one that lay on the floor. This dress was definitely flirtatious and sexy. It was crimson red, which looked really great with my brown curly hair and skin tone. It was strapless and came to about a little bit higher than mid-thigh. I felt slightly uncomfortable at the prospect of Harry seeing me in something like this, yet excited for it too, because I knew I looked good. This dress accented my hour glass figure, which was something I liked. Once again I opened the door and stepped out.
"Woah." Was Harry's immediate reaction. I felt blood rush to my cheeks as he appraised me in my red dress with wide eyes and a hungry expression. I gave him a questioning look and he immediately put his expression in check, making his face seem passive and indifferent. "Yeah, that one's good." Was all he said in the end.
"So, this one or the black one. Do I really need to wear a dress I mean…" I said, trailing off at the end due to my awkwardness.
"Okay stick with that one." Harry said, trying to be as indifferent as possible, but I could see through his indifference. He was trying hard to hide his expressions. "And yes it's a fancy party." Harry added in an almost childlike tone. "And it's almost ten so pretty yourself up and we will head out."
I ended up doing my makeup as usual, which was only to apply eyeliner. I decided to give myself a cat eye however, which surprisingly looked very nice. I then put on long silver earrings which helped frame my face nicely and finally, I put my hair up in a simple pony tail. I wasn't one for over doing things. I topped up the outfit with silver stilettos.
Harry and I walked side by side for four blocks where we descended into the subway and took the M train to our destination, where we ascended and walked two more blocks. I saw a long line of people dressed in semi-formal clothing very much like mine, except some women looked more revealing. I immediately felt like someone from a movie. I had lived in New York City for ten years, and I had never attended a club. I also found it astonishing that Harry had been here for about four months and already knew the bouncer and had access to this sort of thing.
"How do you even know these people?" I asked him once we were near enough to the line of people. Harry grabbed my forearm and pulled me along to the front of the line, where he greeted a tall and bulky bald bouncer. Harry neared himself to the man, whispered something in his ear which made the bouncer look at me from head to toe. Then the bouncer opened the door and let us into the club.
"Some friends from campus know a guy whose uncle is that guy out there." Harry yelled in my ear over the thundering music. It was so loud I felt it in my chest like a second heart beat. Still having a hold of my forearm, Harry weaved in and out of people leading me along the perimeter of the club and up the stairs onto a second platform that overlooked the dance floor. There he found a table with two chairs that was vacant and he let go of my arm.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK?" Harry yelled once more over the music. I liked the way the lights played with his facial features. I also thought Harry fit in well in the club scene. He seemed right at home. Instead of yelling to him, I brought both my thumbs up and showed him the gesture. He smiled, and pulled out a chair so I could go sit down. Once I sat he leaned over me and into my ear. My heart immediately began thundering and I was glad I had the pounding music to hide it. "Do you want something to drink?" He said, hearing him perfectly because his lips were so close to my ear. His tone was really sensual and I couldn't help getting a little turned on by it.
"Yes please." I replied in the same manner he had asked me. The club scene was getting to me. I immediately felt myself loosening up and beginning to tease him back, which caused a smirk to be plastered onto Harry's face.
"Any requests?" He asked, and I replied, "Surprise me."
Harry nodded and retreated, leaving me alone at the table. I pulled my phone out and checked the time. It was only ten fifteen. I felt awkward being alone in a club full of people, but I comforted myself with the fact that Harry would soon be back. I tried to spot him, but it was impossible with the amount of people there.
"Hey there pretty lady." I heard someone whisper behind me, and I immediately turned around to the direction of the voice. It came from a man, probably in his mid-twenties. He was moderately attractive, but he had a douchebag aspect about him which I did not like. I decided to smile weakly and then I turned back around, making it clear I did not want him there. "What's a sexy girl like you doing all alone?" He persisted, coming around from behind me so that he was right in front of my face.
"I'm not alone. I have someone getting me drinks." I replied non-chalantly, and then looked off to the side, away from the creep.
"Like a boyfriend or something?" The creep asked, with a look of dejection on his features. I was tempted to say yes, but the guy could possibly know Harry, as Harry knew everyone it seemed. Besides, if Harry found out I called him my boyfriend that would lead to awkwardness. I decided to tell the guy it was my date.
"What do you say you ditch your date and come with me, eh? I betcha I can show you a better time. What do you say?" The guy pressed, grabbing my chin and turning my face to face his. I immediately swatted his hand away, disgusted and a bit fearful. I wondered where Harry was in the process of getting drinks.
"Leave me alone, creep." I said, turning away from him and crossing my arms, looking into the crowd for Harry.
"Come on girly, you're too delicious to be left alone. What do you say?" The guy kept pressing. I was beginning to get really annoyed with him.
"Excuse me, is there a problem?" Harry was back, and jealousy with him. The relief I felt was instantaneous. I couldn't help smiling.
"No, there isn't a problem buddy why don't you back off. Can't you see I'm talking to the girl?" The guy turned around and told Harry, who couldn't believe what an idiot this creep was.
"The girl doesn't want to talk to you, so why don't you go get your own date before picking on mine? I suggest you get out of my face before I get angry you asshole." Harry said, his features turning angry and threatening. I was surprised to see him so defensive, and yet pleased at the same time that he came to my defense. The guy apparently realized that Harry was the date I had been talking about and stalked off reluctantly, but not without winking at me. I was completely disgusted, so I simply flipped him off.
"I'm really sorry about that Amelia; I shouldn't have left you alone I don't know what I was thinking." Harry said, placing both my drink and his down on the table. I took mine, which was a pink drink with a lemon wedge in it and found it was a martini upon tasting it.
"It's okay, and thank you, Harry. How did you get these? You're not even twenty one." I replied, although I wasn't complaining. Some alcohol was much needed after that event.
Harry simply smiled. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him flash me his fake ID and I shook my head. The boy had his ways, I had to admit. Harry took one sip of his yellowish drink which I assumed was pina colada and stood up. He held his hand out to me.
"Want to dance?"
I took his hand and placed my drink back on the table, and I allowed him to lead me down the stairs and to the dance floor. He led me to the middle of the floor packed with people so close together it reminded me of a can of sardines. I found it adorable the way Harry nodded his head to the beat, raising the arm that held my hand and then he turned to me. A momentary lapse of shock overtook me, as I realized I was a terrible and awkward dancer. However I simply mimicked his movements, occasionally cracking up at how stupid I felt. After a few minutes of dancing that way, I turned around and saw the guy who had creeped on my from earlier in the crowd. Harry looked where I was looking and probably saw him too, because I immediately felt his hand on my waist, pushing me closer to him. I secretly liked this new jealous Harry, and I was glad the strobe lights could hide my smug expression.
"He's still watching you. He's pissing me off." Harry said into my ear, his breath upon my skin making goosebumps along my neck and down my arm. Harry suddenly grabbed my hand and made me spin around, placing my back against his chest. I realized now we matched the rest of the club, who seemed to be grinding. 'Oh my god I'm going to grind with Harry Styles.' I thought suddenly. I've only grinded twice in my life, and this was about to be my third time. Needless to say I was slightly nervous. Harry's hands grabbed my hips securely, pushing me closer and rocking me side to side to the beat of the music. I slyly bent forward the tiniest bit knowing full well the effect it would have on him. I reveled in the feel of his body against mine, swinging to the fast paced music. We danced that way to about ten songs, but I had lost track. Each song I became braver and moved more seductively against Harry. Harry in turn gripped me tighter, his hands moving down near my rear. I found I really liked it, and I was really enjoying myself. I no longer had to be this studious student, I could be rebellious and a little bit crazy if I wished. It was a nice freedom.
Eventually we got tired and went to the bar. Harry pulled out his fake ID and got drinks once more. Martini in hand, I chugged it, unaware of my thirst. I placed it down on the bar, glancing up at Harry to find him smirking at me with wide eyes. I pretended not to notice.
"It's nearly two in the morning. Do you want to head out?" Harry asked, having just checked the time on his phone. I gave him a surprised look. Two in the morning already?! Going home sounded like a good idea just then, but I had too much fun so far to just leave it there. In my mind, I pictured him asking me if I wanted to go back to his dorm. I would have accepted in a heartbeat.
"Yeah, let's head out." I told him, and Harry then grabbed my hand in reply and pulled me out of the maze of people and out of the club.
"Come on, I'll walk you home." He said, to my slight disappointment. Part of me was really glad, loving the gentlemanly aspect of him, the part where one doesn't take a girl home on the first date. Another part of me was a bit dejected. I have heard stories of Harry meeting girls and bringing them home in a span of two hours. Did he not like me? Did I do something wrong? I simply just nodded to him in reply, and we both walked in a slow pace back to my house.
"So Amelia," Harry began.
"Amy." I corrected. I didn't know why I haven't done it sooner, Amelia sounded too formal coming from his mouth.
"Amy." Harry corrected. "You were quite the party animal back there. Never knew you had it in you." I thanked the fact that it was dark outside because my cheeks soon turned apple red.
"Everyone has sides to them." I replied as calmly as possible. "I'm sorry if—"
"No no. Uh. I uh, I really liked that side of you." Harry half mumbled. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. "I should bring you to clubs more often."
I stayed silent, not knowing what to say. I tried unsuccessfully to wipe the smile from my face but it wouldn't leave so I ended up walking like a smiling idiot by Harry's side.
"It's really nice. Most girls are completely one sided but you, you have all these little aspects and each are different. It's cool." Harry commented while looking forward. I murmured a few words of thanks and a few minutes later I was on my street, and up my steps. We climbed the steps and stopped at the entrance door.
"I had a lot of fun, Harry." I said, ignoring my desire to hide my face from him and run to my room for safety. Instead, I bravely looked into his eyes for a short time before looking back down at the ground.
"Me too. You're a lot of fun, Amy." He replied, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him moving closer. I lifted my face to face him, completely wanting to kiss him, and I saw Harry lean forward the tiniest bit but then the moment was gone. "Good night, Amy. See you in school Monday." And Harry walked down the steps and into the night.
Completely consumed in my memory of my first date with Harry, I realized I had been staring at the television for quite some time. I grabbed my phone and quickly texted Harry, saying I missed him and loved him, and to come home soon. I toyed with my heart shaped silver necklace, but then stopped. I shut off the television, not wanting to be reminded of Harry for the time being.
