He cries on and on as I try to comfort him. "Harry, love, please talk to me. I promise I won't hurt you."

He fearfully shakes his head.

"Will you at least write? Please, Harry, help me out here." Harry thinks for a bit before slowly nodding. I smile widely and pull out my notebook and a pen from my bag, placing it in front of Harry.

He looks at me curiously and uncertainly.

"I care about you, Harry. Why did you rush out of the class?" I ask softly, looking at him with concern.

He shivers slightly.

"Yes he was. I'm proud of you for standing up to him. It was very brave of you." He smiles widely, making me smile too.

"Why don't you talk? You've got a beautiful voice."

He blushes and writes

"Who is she?" I ask quickly.

Tears well up in his eyes again.

"Harry why won't you let anyone touch you? Is there anyone who can actually touch you?"

"Is anyone hurting you?" I consider it. It's very possible.

He looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"The day you left your phone, I sent a missed call to my number." I feel my cheeks redden with embarrassment.

Harry grins. He places the paper and pen on the desk and walks away before he comes back quickly and writes I smile like an idiot as he leaves.

That night Harry texts me.

I keep my phone aside and get into bed.

It's been weeks since that conversation. He still doesn't talk to me, but tonight he's invited me over for the night, maybe I'll finally break through his shell.

Come night and I'm at Harry's with my overnight bag. I knock on the door and his mother opens it. "Hi Anne!" I smile.

"Hello, love. Harry is so eager, he hasn't shut up all day. Come on in." I smile wider at the thought of him talking as I walk in.

"Hi Harry!" I say cheerfully standing behind the couch he's sitting on and he turns around and waves. He pats the spot next to him and I smile sitting down.

"Anne told me you haven't shut up about my night stay all day?" I quirk an eyebrow.

He turns red and grins at me, nodding.

"So what do you wanna do?"

Harry opens Netflix and excitedly points at the screen.

"Okay, Harry calm down, we'll watch movies. How much sugar did you have?" I laugh.

He smirks and shrugs. I laugh again. Anne enters the room with a big bowl of popcorn and sets it in front of us. "Have fun boys." She pats our heads and we smile.

Harry holds out the remote to me as if to say "you pick." He's becoming more and more comfortable giving and taking things from my hand as long as contact isn't required. "Are you sure?" I ask taking the remote from him as he nods.

I go through the categories and stop at horror giving Harry a questioning look. He nods his approval and I play The Killer. I've surprisingly never seen it.

Munching on popcorn I calmly watch the movie, horror movies don't faze me. I look over at Harry and he has an anticipating look on his face. There is a clap of thunder from the movie and Harry winces. I assume he has a fear of thunderstorms. Funny throughout the worst of the movie he barely reacts but one clap of thunder makes him jump. That's another question added to the every growing list of questions to ask Harry Styles. By the end of the movie we're both slightly shaken with an empty bowl in front of us.

"That was..." I trail off shaking my head and Harry just hands me his phone, a line typed on the screen

I smile, "of course, Harry. Lead the way." He gives me a bright smile and gets up walking up a staircase to the left and enters one of the many rooms. Did I mention Harry was uber rich? The room has a tiny recording area, a variety of guitars, a set of drums and a grand piano. It's perfect.

He picks up one of the guitars caressing it gently. He sits down and starts strumming an unfamiliar beautiful tune. "I've never heard this. It's beautiful. What is it?"

I smile on reading that.

"Yeah that'd be great." We both go downstairs where Anne has amazing spaghetti. I can't help but endlessly praise it.

After we finish with our dinner, Harry takes me to his room to finally sleep. I'm exhausted. He opens the door and I enter his room for the first time. He looks at me, nervously biting his lip, waiting for my opinion.

It's pretty simple. He's got this huge bulletin board behind the bed which has loads of pictures pinned on. The corner has a desk with his things organised properly. A photo frame on one of the shelves above the table. Then one sliding glass door that opens to a balcony. Another door which probably leads to the bathroom. The room is a pale blue and one wall has this texture thing in royal blue.

"It's wonderful." I grin. He has a double bed with plain blue bedspreads. I immediately fall down on the bed making the mattresses bounce. Harry smiles and bounces down next to me.

"I wish you'd talk to me, Haz." I sigh and he let's out an amused chuckle which has to be the first sound I've ever heard from him, excluding the song. "What?" I huff.

I smile and then pout.

"It's cute."

Harry smirks.

"That reminds me, can we sleep? I'm really tired." Without waiting for a response I pull open the blanket at the foot of the bed and cover myself up. Harry laughs making me grin. He crawls under the blanket and throws a pillow at my face. I push it off myself.

I smile feeling myself warm up from the inside.

"Good night, Haz. I really enjoyed this. We should do this more often."