102; harry styles (hiatus)

0.9.

I drop my head down, my eyes full of surprise as I try to ignore the fact that my heart is beating faster than the normal. I subconsciously begin to play with my fingers, not knowing what to say or do.

"Harry... I-" I stop when he interrupts my sentence.

"Please."

I bite my lip. If I stay, is it going to be right? I don't want Louis to be mad... I stop thinking when I realise that I've had this chain of thoughts that first night I stayed in Harry's because I was too wasted to leave and frankly, I don't want to overthink my actions just because of Louis and his absurde temperament.

"Alright." A wide smile spreads across his face, "I'm staying."

He practically jumps into my arms, hugging me super tighter.

"Thank you Lola!" He tells me as he kisses my cheek.

"You look like a child, Harry," I say, chuckling.

"I'm a man," He says with a frown, "a grown up," He says with a frown on his face but a few seconds later, he sticks his tongue out in my direction.

I roll my eyes while chuckling, "Sure, whatever makes you sleep at night,"

"I think we'll have to order something to eat... my fridge is literally empty,"

"We are so healthy, it's amazing," I mutter, a laugh runs out of my throat.

He smiles, "Hey, food is food,"

I nod, grinning at his response. I grab my phone but I stop my actions when he suddenly speaks.

"Have you ever gone to a concert?"

My mind takes me back to those few concerts I went to when I was a teenager. I don't remember too much, my adolescence is full of blurry and unhealthy memories.

"Yes, I've been to a few. Why?"

A big and wide grin creeps on his face.

"Do you like The 1975?"

I raise my eyebrows, "Who doesn't, really?" I look at him in a suspicious way. "Why are you asking me this?"

Out of nowhere, I suddenly begin to feel that awful feeling in my stomach. You know, when you feel like your stomach is full of vivid things and your anxiety keeps growing.

"I've got 2 tickets for their next concert..." My jaw literally falls open and I think I stopped breathing but my heart is beating faster. "Do you wanna come?"

Oh. my. fucking. god.

My eyes widen, "Are you being serious?"

"No, I was just telling you because I wanted to see your reaction... Of course I am serious! Besides, I don't have anyone to go with because my friends are not into that kind of music, so..."

A huge smile creeps into my face and I don't know when it happens but I'm running to his tall body and embracing a breathless Harry.

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh my god, thank you!" I mutter - or yell - in excitement.

They are like my favorite band ever. The emotion, the lyrics, the music... They are incredible. I can't even describe how they make me feel.

He chuckles as he wraps his arms around my waist, "You're acting as if I'd asked you to marry me,"

"This is better than a proposal!" I move my head away from him and begin to kiss his face - his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, his chin. "I'm so so so happy!"

He just chuckles and giggles at the way I'm acting. When I've finished with the whole fangirling thing, we order chinese food. I've tried it once before but I was little and I don't remember how it tastes, so I'm waiting expectantly. Meanwhile, Harry keeps talking about his love and passion for food.