Chapter 30:
Back In Nashville

"Harry? Harry!"

The curly haired youth squirmed when he heard the voice. Harry turned his body to the right, before opening his eyes slowly. Harry's eyes immediately widened when he realized who had just woken him. Harry immediately got up, sat down and looked at the person who woke him in surprise.

"Jas― Jason?"

Jason raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest. The twenty year old young man rolled his eyes.

“Why are you so hard to wake up? Didn't I tell you last night? I'll show you around Nashville."

Harry looked around him. Damn. I returned to this place? But, I thought. . . I thought I was at the amusement park together. . . with Babe - I mean, Taylor?

"Hey, how's Tay— I mean T?"

Jason frowned in surprise. "T? My older sister? Why do you ask? I mean, didn't I explain? My sister is in a coma, Harry."

Harry shook his head. "B-But—"

Jason sighed. "Never mind. Looks like you're still jetlagged. You can rest. Remember, the day after tomorrow we have to return to London."

Jason walked out of the room Harry was in. Before disappearing after closing the door, Jason had a chance to say with a faint smile on his lips. “She is so easy to love. No wonder why and how."

Harry controlled his breathing before combing his hair back and laying back on the bed. Gasping for breath. His mind was chaotic.

"What happened? God, are you punishing me with all of this? I know I did a lot of stupid things, but please, just stop all this." Harry said still out of breath.

The young man turned his body, facing his left side. "I don't understand. First, Majorie. Now you, Taylor. I don't know you two. But you just entered my life. What does all of this mean?" The outpouring of Harry's heart was cut short when the young man's cell phone vibrated. Harry reached for his cell phone and found his mother's caller ID who's calling him. Quickly, Harry picked up the call.

"Mum?"

“Harry! Jeez, finally I was able to reach you! Where are you now?!" Anne's anxious voice echoed in Harry's ears.

Harry closed his eyes. “I'm still in Nashville, Mum. I'll be  be back the day after tomorrow."

“Are you still in Nashville? Are you all right? Are you okay? Where did you spend the night? I'm sorry, Gemma just told me what happened yesterday. I did feel strange about the mannequin, but I tried to dodge it." Anne rambled from the other line.

Harry opened his eyes. “I'm staying over at the Swift family, Mum. They treat me well so, I'm perfectly fine and regarding the mannequin, take it easy. It's done." Harry explained.

"Thankfully. I want to see you, when you get back to London. Don't forget to call me, Harry. I'm really worried about you."

Harry smiled faintly. “Don't worry, Mum. I'll be fine. See you soon."

"Take care of yourself. I love you, Harold. "

"Love you too, Mum."

Harry spends his second day in Nashville touring the area around the Swift's residence. Just wandering around for a while, nothing so interesting. Then, Harry returned to the house and shut himself in the room.

Mrs. Swift is very nice to Harry. She prepared breakfast, lunch and dinner for Harry. Her attitude is very motherly and reminds Harry of the figure of his own mother, Anne.

And there was one sentence that Mrs. Swift said who succeeded in making Harry smile every time he remembered it. And that sentence was; "I have absolutely no objection, if you become my son — or son in law rather, I would very much love that."

Son-in-law? That means Harry must marry their daughter who is none other than Taylor. Who else? And Harry smiles and grins like an idiot every time he replays it inside his head.

This is the first time, Harry fantasizes about having a future with someone, and that someone is Taylor. Imagining marrying that girl and making her a part of the Styles, then making Styles a junior and living happily ever after.

But is that even possible? Taylor's life is on the threshold. I don't know whether the girl will survive or not. After all, shouldn't marriage be based on love? How can love someone if you barely know each other? It seemed impossible.

The clock on the bedroom wall reads eleven at night when Harry heard a cat meowing not far away. Harry immediately went out of the room and found the same cat, meowing right in front of the owner's room door.

"Olivia."

Harry said the cat's name and for some reason, the cat stopped meowing and turned to him, as if she understood what Harry was saying. Harry walked over and grabbed the cat into his arms. Harry's other hand was busy stroking the cat's head gently.

“Hi, Olivia. I'm Harry."

It's stupid, really. Harry introduced himself to a cat. The cat began to meow again while trying to get away from Harry, but Harry held it back. The cat seemed to want to enter Taylor's room. Harry glanced at the room before sighing. He didn't stop stroking the top of Olivia's head.

"You miss her? I thought. . . um, is it fine if we take a quick look? " Harry approached Taylor's room and opened the door to the room very slowly, holding the cat. Harry caught his breath when he saw the girl was still in the same position, with her eyes closed. Harry approached the bed and Olivia stopped meowing. The Scottish cat seemed quieter and calmer.

"Hey, Taylor. Maybe we don't know each other and well, I don't understand why you were there in my dreams. But look, who am I with now? " Harry chuckles and seems to show Olivia to Taylor. Harry looked at Olivia before looking back at Taylor.

"Olivia, do you have something to say to Taylor?" Again, he spoke to the cat who was meowing softly.

Harry placed Olivia on the table before pulling a chair to get closer to the bed. Harry held his breath and sighed slowly.

“I have a lot to talk to you about. But the first thing I want to do the most is get to know you. I don't know if you're the same with the other girls or not, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm handsome, very handsome." A proud smile appeared on the young man's lips.

Harry laughed at himself before saying again, "I did have multiple past relationships, but I promise I won't hurt you, ever." The young man's smile vanished.

Harry's hand took Taylor's hand and held it in his. "Sorry, I know I'm presumptuous. But really Babe, I want you to realize that I want to know you better. I want. . . I want you to appear in my real life and I want you to become a part of it, not just in my dreams."

Harry closed his eyes and lowered his head, kissing the back of Taylor's hand briefly. “Since you first appeared in my life, I felt something different. You're the first girl who made me really want to get to know you better, even though I don't know if it's real or not." Again, Harry kissed the back of Taylor's hand, this time longer.

"I'll wait for you to wake up, no matter how long it'll take, I know you're worth the wait. . . even if it means a whole lifetime waiting for you."