All The Same Mistakes{Harry Styles fanfic}

Ch 8

"Annnnaaa!" Harry mumbled into my ear, giving me small kisses down my neck. "Hi Ha-boyfriend." I cut myself off, smiling. "Morning." He said bringing his soft lips to mine. He slid his tongue in, tongues wrestling a bit. "Mph." Harry let out a throated moan, getting onto his hands and knees over me, his curls hanging down onto my face and tickling my forehead. "Harry, not now." I broke the kiss, pushing him off of me.

"When." He asked, looking deeply into my eyes. "J-just not... Now." I said quietly, sliding off my side of the bed. "Are you hungry?" I asked as I stood in the doorway, looking at him almost crying. "No." He said quietly, closing his eyes. Was he really sad that I didn't want to have sex, I mean how immature? I just didn't want to, not for awhile I mean we were just 'declared' last night. I'm just not ready. I guess I should apologize I guess?

"H-Harry. Um, I'm sorry." I said as I walked back into my room where Harry was with his face buried into his pillow. "Harry?" I said, rubbing my hand on his shoulder blade. "Hm?" He mumbled into the pillow. "Are you ok hon'?" I sat next to him, continuing to rub his back. "Are you-crying?" I asked quietly. "No-no. I'm fine." He falsely smiled with a red face, wiping away his tears and sitting up next to me. "Why were you crying." I confronted him, he gave me a weird look as if he was going to cry again. "I just.. Need you sometimes." He chuckled a bit.

I hugged him and patted his back, stepping back out of the bed. "Are you sure you're not hungry?" I asked him again. "Uh, yeah." He sniffed. "Alright." I smiled at him as I walked out of the room.

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"Here." I said to Harry as I handed him a plate of food. "Thanks." He said.

"Are you doing anything today?" I asked quietly, hoping he'd say no. "Yeah. I have a gig... Do you.. Want to come?" His eyes lit as he looked at me.

"Yes!" I almost yelled, fisting my hands up to my sides and shaking them as I jumped up and down. "Eat, eat, eat." I laughed.

Harry scarfed down his food, "Go get dressed." He smiled as he walked down the hallway. I was so excited! I can't wait to go watch him. Ah, I can't wait. I ran to my room and looked for something cute to wear. I dug through my closet, things falling off hangers and onto the floor. I ripped a pair of red patterned tights and an oversized jumper so fast I almost broke the hangers. I stripped down, shoving them on.

"Are you almost ready?" Harry walked into my room as I was pulling my tights up. My foot got stuck and I fell onto my bed. "I have to do my hair!" I laughed uncontrollably as I slipped my foot through the rest of the way. "Hurry!" Harry made fun as I ran past him into the bathroom.

I finished getting ready after about ten minutes, trying not to have Harry waiting on me. "How do I look?" I asked breathing heavily. "Great, lets go!" Harry laughed, pulling me out of the front door.

We drove quite a ways, deeper into the city. "What's this crowd for?" I asked Harry as girls began to crowd around Harry's car. "Wait. Holy shit Harry, are they for you?" I laughed at him. He nodded, "mhm." And waved at a few fans. "How long have you been keeping this from me?" I laughed, waving at all the fans from outside the car window. "Since I met you, you're my inspiration." He held my hand and gave it a small squeeze.

We pulled in back of a big building, possibly a club. "Lets go, but when we get out, you have to promise me something." I nodded at him. "We run." He laughed, opening the door. "Lets go!" He ran. "Holy shit!" I yelled over the crowd as Harry grabbed my hand and we ran into the back double doors. "That was for you?"

"Yeah. It's your fault, remember." He stared at me. "I will."

"I-I gotta go." He said, grabbing his guitar. "Here." He said, walking me onto the stage and down the sidestairs. "Stand in the front row!" He yelled, pointing me over. "Okay, good luck!" I yelled back as I kissed him. This was all going so fast. I pushed through hundreds of screaming girls, finding my spot in the middle of the front row.

Harry sat down in his chair, in front of the microphone and propped his guitar onto his knee. "Ahem." He cleared his throat into the mic, the crowd went almost silent. "Hey guys!" He laughed, causing the crowd to scream. "How are you guys?" He said, smiling at me from stage. I gripped the Divider pole in front of me and I smiled back.

"Woooo!" The crowd screamed at him. "Good." I mumbled.

"Today is a good day. Do you want to know why? The reason I'm here today, is here today!" He laughed, pointing at me, the crowd screaming again. The surrounding girls laughed, and talked to me asking me weird and funny questions about Harry. "Here I go." He said, clearing his throat again and singing into the mic "Wake me up, by Ed Sheeran." His voice was amazing, I really wish he'd sing more at home.

The crowd instintaniously began waving their hands back and forth, me joining in. My eyes became a bit blurry, he was looking at me the whole time he was singing. I can't believe what a dork I am, crying at MY boyfriend singing to me. Girls around me and in the crowd started bawling their eyes out, and causing tears to start pouring down my face.

Harry sang like an angel. I really do think he was one. He went on singing a bit of selections from Ed Sheeran, Two from The Fray and a last song. "This ones written by a friend, Ed Sheeran." What! He knew Ed? I was about to pace back and forth. What other great Facts was he hiding from me? I tilted my head as he looked at me and giggled? "What!" I threw my arms up. "It's called Little Things.", "Its dedicated to someone special." He added, glancing at me. He began singing.

"Your hands fit in mine like they're made just for me, but bear this in mind, it meant to be..."