stars in your eyes

decem

Claire was nervous and happy and excited and scared shitless as she lay in bed that night waiting for Harry to wander in her room to tell her they would be sneaking out to go over to his place. There was so much going on inside her head – so much chaos. She didn't know how they were going to just run off to his place without getting caught. It was one thing to lie to her parents and tell them she was going to rowan's, but to have both of them sneaking out in the middle of the night seemed so risky – but an adventure nonetheless. Hadn't they both just confessed to loving their adventures together? They could now add this to the list.

The house was so still. Claire was certain everyone was asleep and had been for a while. But where was Harry? Why wasn't he coming to get her? She turned her head to look at the clock – 12:40 am. Their time was slowly dwindling down. That was when she decided to take matters into her own hands and see what the hell was taking him so long. She quietly tip-toed to jasper' bedroom door and cracked it open just enough to see inside. Through the glow from his fish tank she could see his bedroom floor was completely vacant. Where the hell was Harry?

Claire slowly closed the door as quietly as she could and stood there puzzled for a moment. Did he go without her? Was she supposed to meet him there? Confusion got the better of her as she walked toward the living room. When she looked up, she found him. In the glow of the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, he was fast asleep on the couch, curled up underneath the afghan that usually hung over the back of the couch.

A smile immediately captured Claire's lips at the sight of him. He was so beautiful and peaceful. She almost hated to have to wake him. But she knew he was looking forward to this. During the church service, every time their eyes met in the pew, a smile would take over his entire face. He was being so entirely obvious, but thankfully the members of her family were completely oblivious to it.

Claire knelt down on the floor in front of him and just admired his face for a moment. If she had one wish, it would be for everything to work out just the way they wanted them to – for them to be together, for their families to be okay with it – for jasper to be okay with it.

"Harry..." Claire whispered in his ear. He didn't move or flinch an inch.

"Harry," she said quickly as she rattled his arm a bit. Nothing.

"Harry Styles, wake up," Claire breathed in a loud whisper.

When that failed as well, she pressed her lips firmly against his. Before ending the kiss, she gave his bottom lip a light nibble before pulling back slightly to look at his face. That was when she felt his hand on her back and saw the smile form on his lips. Before he even opened his eyes, his hand was pulling her toward him for another kiss.

"I thought I'd never be able to wake you," Claire giggled softly as she pulled back to look into his now opened eyes.

"I'm glad you did," he said, smiling at me.

"It's... it's almost one. Do you still want to go to your house?" Claire asked.

"Yes. Wow. It's late," he said, sitting up immediately.

"I'm sorry. I-I thought you'd come get me when you were ready," she said, biting her lip, feeling bad that she waited so long to find him.

"No, it's okay. I was going to... but I fell asleep," he said, looking sheepish as he pulled off the blanket.

"Are you ready?" He asked finally.

"Yeah. I just have to grab my bag," she told him.

"Okay. I'll meet you by the door," he told her.