Redamancy | Harry Styles Fanfiction (ongoing)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"everything is wrong, but it's alright
you're the only good thing in my life"

Aurora Brown

"You know, for a world renowned pop star, you have a pretty shit house man" I take a gander round an empty house big enough to be an art museum.

"wow, look who woke up and chose kindness" he strikes back.

"I would be nicer if the paint on your walls wasn't chipped off, it's a beautiful place, but horribly maintained Harold" I scold him, my paint brush pointing at his nose,

"I would keep it in proper shape but I barely use this place, when I'm London, I stay at my mum's. I've never had anyone to stay with in here, you know.... alone" The last word is more silent than the others.

"Harry Edward Styles. Are you telling me, I'm the first girl you've ever brought to your house? My, my you're full of surprises"

Harry bows, then continues to apply putty on the rest of the walls.

I climb up the rattling ladder, that has one foot a tad shorter than the others. Balancing a paint can in my hand proves to be the biggest challenge while I stand on the last step, trying to paint the old walls.

With the two of us so determined to finish redoing majority of the hall today. Neither of us have had the chance to shower, leaving us both in old scraps that we wouldn't mind getting paint all over.

Harry, as usual, an epitome of sexy. He'd been letting his facial hair grow out lately, he was just the right amount of scruffy. Hair longer than usual, but held back by one of my hair clips.

I tried to make it as less obvious as possible but my eyes couldn't help float to him every now and then.

He has that English glow about him today, his hair forms a little tiny mountain top over his head, I had the privilege to clip it up. His bright green eyes putting the greenest forests to shame.

I'd take a few long moments to admire the perfection of his body, every now and then. It's a sight I know I'll never tire of. His sleek body, so long, so lean. And so fit that every sinewy length of tight, hard muscle is rendered in stark relief beneath his smooth skin.

"oi, waddles-" a nickname I'd been given from my ability to look like a penguin in dungarees that look like they're two sizes too big. "doesn't help if you eye me like I'm a piece of candy" he smiles, catching me red handed. I laugh it off and we get back to work.

Harry and I decided to make good use of our day after all. Chris was a darling, being so considerate about my needing a break. I was granted one, without having to compensate for it, like I used to when I worked at the coffee shop.

Harry smiles at me, proudly, after having finished applying putty all over the wall. Like he expects me to give him a sticker and pat on his back for doing a good job.

Loud music blares on the speakers, the floors all covered in thick layers of newspapers and furnitures hidden under sheets.

"reckon we could be one of those couples that remodel houses and flip them, we've clearly got the looks and the skill set" Harry dramatically poses with the putty knife, making for a viable movie poster.

"totally, we could pull it off. But for now, get to work putty boy. The walls aren't gonna repair themselves" I tell him, painting a small section of the main wall.