They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

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"Wake up sweetie," I heard Harry's soothing voice whisper in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I opened my eyes expecting to see Harry but I didn't. I looked around the tent but he was nowhere. Weird, I thought I had heard him. I put on my underwear and climbed out of the tent.

I spotted my clothes on the floor so I walked over to them and dusted off the dirt. "Harry?" I called out, slipping on my shirt and jeans. "Yes?" Harry's voice made me jump. I turned around and saw him standing there with a worried look on his face. "Harry? Is anything wrong?" He sighed and fiddled with his fingers. "Hazel, I need to ask you this...Do you regret last night?" I put my finger under his chin and lifted his head up. "Of course I don't." I kissed his soft warm lips.

"Thank God, I was up all night thinking that you regretted it."

"Harry, if I didn't want to, you know, wouldn't I have stopped you?"

"Well, I guess. Anyways, are you ready to go?"

"Go where?"

"To your house, duh."

"Oh.Okay, so are we going to pick up the tent?" Harry frowned and stared at the tent for a while. "To lazy." I chuckled and grabbed my bag off a tree stump. "So we're just going to leave everything here?" Harry nodded and began walking out of the woods, I quickly followed.

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"Where's Taylor?" I asked, buckling myself up in Harry's rented car. I know I shouldn't be worried about Taylor but I just can't help myself but wonder about her. "She's on a world tour." I nodded, pretending like I didn't care that she was out of Harry's life. I took out a small mirror from my bag and checked myself out. I look like a mess but-oh my god I have a hickey! "Harry!" I panicked. "You gave me a hickey!" Harry turned to me for a second to see the hickey and smirked.

"Harry!" I slapped his arm. "This is serious!" I can't have people knowing that Harry and I did, you know. This is not good at all. "Just wear a scarf." He said.

"I don't have a scarf."

"Well, I'll buy you a nice pretty one." I sighed and laid my head against the car window. Who knew a scarf could save my problem?

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"Okay," Harry climbed out of the car. "Stay here and I'll go get you your scarf." Harry smiled at me before running into an unknown scarf store. Oh look, there's a Wal-Mart here. I wonder if they have frozen pizzas because I've been craving those for a while. After waiting impatiently, Harry ran into the car with a bag swinging in his hand. "I got the scarves!" I grabbed the bag out of his hands and pulled out the he most ugliest scarf I've ever seen. "Harry, why is your last name Styles?"

"What do you mean?" How do I say this the most nicest way I can? "This scarf is the most grossest thing I have ever seen." Oops, didn't mean to say it like that. Harry frowned and snatched the scarf from my hands. "That isn't yours," He shoved the scarf in the bag. "This one is yours." I blushed. "Oh, that's for your mom. It's quite nice actually." Harry wrapped the grey knitted scarf around my neck, completely covering my hickey. "Thank you Harry." I gave him a kiss. "Now let's go to Wal-Mart to get me some frozen pizzas."

"Okie dokie." Harry said, turning on the car and driving to Wal-Mart.

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I jumped out of the car and ran inside the store with Harry besides me. "So, what kind of frozen pizza's does the princess want?" I blushed and grabbed onto his hand. We walked inside the store and we immediately went to the frozen pizza isle. "What should I get? Pepperoni or Sausage?" I asked Harry, holding up two boxes. "The one that gets us home faster." He said pulling my scarf down and kissing my neck. I pushed him off of me and covered up my neck. "No, not here." Without asking for permission, he kissed but backed away when we heard a little girl scream. We both turned around to see saw a group of little girls in their soccer uniforms with their mother.

"Oh, um. Hello?" Harry rubbed his neck in embarrassment. The little girls let out a deadly scream and ran away, including the mother. I rolled my eyes at Harry and grabbed both boxes. "You're a real piece of work Harry."

"Aw, thanks babe," He kissed my cheek and skipped off to the check out line. I was right, Harry definitely needs therapy.

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I'd like to dedicate this author note to my one and only, Harry Styles. IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY I LOVE YOU