I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here! (Harry Styles)

Chapter Twenty.

*Sarah's POV*

Later that day, after we had gotten over the shock eviction of two of our friends, Perrie and I were sunbathing while Harry and Alan went to go get the chest and everyone else was doing their own thing. 

"So," she began, making me look at her, "What's going on with you and Harry?" 

I shrugged, letting out a small laugh, "I don't know. A little of this, a little of that." 

She laughed as well before looking at me seriously, "Have you kissed him?" 

I didn't have to answer since my face, I'm pretty sure was a stunningly bright shade of red. 

Perrie let out a little squeal while opening her water flask. 

"How about you? Do you miss Zayn?" I asked quietly. 

"Oh yeah," she nodded, "I miss him a lot more than I though I would." 

"Aww," I cooed, "You two are honestly so cute. I wish I had a boyfriend." 

She pushed herself up on her elbows, thinking to herself for a little bit, "If you think about it, you have a Harry. He could be your boyfriend. Do you think he could be?" 

As she finished talking, Harry and Alan returned, carrying the chest. Well, Harry was actually dragging it behind him while Alan followed carrying what looked like wood and I watched as Harry laughed at something he had said. 

"Yeah. It would be nice to have him as my boyfriend."

"I mean he's sweet," she said quietly, "Caring and he'd take good care of you."

"Sounds like you want to go out with him." I teased, laughing when she gave me a shove. 

"Go talk to him," she said, "He's been staring at you since the two of them got back."

Rolling my eyes, I got up from the ground and made my way over to him, taking a seat on the log beside him. 

"How was it?" I asked, then noticed that he had a couple of twigs and leaves embedded in his hair, "Wait a second, hold still." As I pulled the stuff from his hair, I caught Perrie's eye and she grinned at me. 

"Thanks," Harry mumbled, "It involved a bungee chord and running up a hill." 

"He did most of the work," Alan said quietly, "Running back and forth, getting dragged along the ground. He definitely took a bit of a beating." 

"That's an understatement," Harry muttered, "My back is killing me." 

I got up from my seat, ignoring the looks the two of them were giving me and moved to stand behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders, "Where about?" 

"Oh, well it's kinda up the to-ah!" he exclaimed as I began massaging the area gently, "Jesus. Okay, that hurts." 

"Hold still," I ordered, "I've almost got it covered." 

Thankfully, he did what I said and a couple of minutes later, I felt him relax, "How're you feeling now?" 

He nodded, rolling his shoulders a couple of times before he grinned at me, tugging me into his arms which caused me to squeal and wrap my legs around his waist. 

"Thank you," he smiled, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"Meh, it's the least I can do. You did bring the chest back to us." I replied, "You owe me though." 

He nodded, "I'll give you one after dinner. I promise." 

**

That night after dinner; everyone else was lying down in their beds or hammocks, except for Harry and I. We were sat around the fire, Harry writing in his little notebook while I was resting against his arm, staring at the stars. 

"The camp seems so much quieter now." Emma said from her bed that was close to the fire, "I miss Danny." 

"I know," I replied, "It's weird that there's only seven of us left."

"Yeah," Justin piped up, "But it means that it's only like six or seven days until we get out of here." 

Harry's arm came down in front of me as he put his notebook down and I grabbed his hand, toying with his fingers. "I don't think I want to leave," he said quietly and I looked up at him, "This is...it's one of the best things I've ever done and I don't want it to be over." 

Everyone carried on the coversation while I continued to play with Harry's fingers. "What were you writing?" I asked, looking up at him again. 

"Not much," he shrugged, "Just some ideas for some songs." 

"Ooh, sounds interesting." I mumbled, pushing myself up from my comfortable position, "I'm gonna go to bed. I've had a hard day of doing nothing. Goodnight guys."

"Night," everyone chorused and I slowly made my way up to me bed, glancing behind me to see that Harry was watching me and I smiled, giving him a small wave. 

After taking off my boots, I was in the process of getting comfortable when Harry appeared beside my bed, "Hey." 

"Hi," I whispered, "You okay?" 

He shrugged and I scooted over as far as I could in my small bed before patting the space for him to sit down. He sighed and lay down instead of sitting, "I was kinda wondering, if maybe, I could sleep in here. With you. Last night...it was kinda the best sleep I've had since I've been in here."

 Giggling, I nodded and tried to make some more room, letting out a small squeal as I began slipping off the edge but of course, Harry caught hold of my waist. 

"I've got you." he mumbled, his lips brushing against my forehead as he spoke and I looked up at him before leaning up and pressing my lips to his but pulled away quickly, "Sorry. I dunno what came over me."

He shrugged, a small smile on his face, "Honestly, I didn't mind. C'mere." He then tugged me closer so my head was resting against his chest and he wrapped his arm around me tightly, "Night." 

Smiling, I repeated his words before closing my eyes. 

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Oh my lord. I'm really kinda struggling with this story now but I have a couple of ideas written down so...bear with me :')