Harry Styles Don't Worry Darling Novels & Stories

Time to bring out my invisible long list of questions. “How old are you?” I asked. He lowered his eyes. “That? You couldn't just G****e me?” I scoffed “I don't care about you that much Aaron Vanderbilt” Lies, it had not occurred to me to. I don't think I’d ever actually googled anyone before. Except Harry Styles of course. He gave a slight chuckle. I squinted. Did Aaron just laugh? With me? The meds must have been getting to him I suppose.

I looked him in the eye. “That’s a little drastic, don’t you think? Who would even want me if I were divorced?” Harry grabbed my hands out of the blue. “You’re so beautiful. I’m sure you have a ton of admirers. I happen to be single. I’d be happy to marry you.” I smiled. “You sure love to joke around. You’re young and full of life. There must be plenty of girls out there for you.” “But none of them are like you.” Just then, I caught sight of a familiar silhouette in the corner booth.

Harry’s shoulders sagged in relief, but unease still lingered in his eyes. He turned to me after a pause, studying me closely. “You’re different tonight. Usually, when you’re this wound up, you’re outside with a cigar. But you’re not smoking. What gives? Are you in love or something?” I scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.” “Is it that girl? Luna?” My heart skipped before I could stop it. Harry smirked knowingly, but I crushed it fast. “Don’t flatter her. She’s nothing. An ordinary girl who got too lucky to even be near me. She’s not even my type.”

Or have her fiancé put him there. Or did that last battle at Velvet Haven put me into the ex category again? I clutch the box in my pocket, looking again and again toward the parking lot, willing her to show up. “You’re going to wear out the grass if you keep pacing over the same spot.” I turn. Harry looks happy, far more relaxed than he has ever been before marriage. I am happy for my brother… but I want that for myself. “Is it time?” “Almost. Don’t worry; she’ll show.”