euphoria. (hs)

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Hey so I'm kinda late about updating, I apologize I had for these past two weeks a shit ton of studying to do and my AP Psychology exam! but have no fear, I am back on my regular schedule of wirting so enjoy! P.S. it's going to be a double update. and sorry this chapter is kinds short.

The next morning I sat alone on my couch in the livingroom. Harry was sacked out in the back room and I sat sipping my coffee I made and began to think hard. Anne had really got me thinking, what if Harry actually does love me? When would he admit it? Would he actually ever admit it?

I groaned throwing my head back in frustration.

Would I admit that I was in love with him? Is it too soon to say it? How would he react?

I got up from the couch and made my way over to the pantry. I just need to stop thinking about it. I grabbed a box of fruit snacks knowing that I was most likely going to eat all of them. Though I had shed off a lot of weight I still have the same stomach as I did before. As bad as that sounds I don't really care.

I threw my body on the couch crading the box of fruit snacks and turned on the T.V. and switched it to some old reruns. Jerse Shore. I scruched up my nose contemplating if I should actually go through and watch this.

I rememeber when I was younger in my middle school years you were cool as hell if you watched this. Of course I watched it understadning the whole concept. Most kids my age didn't neccaserily but they got the point that it wasn't a kid show. The whole show was based off of twenty year olds drinking, partying, and sex, and let's not forget, the fights.

Harry walked out only in his boxers and frowned looking down at me, "You're cuddling the box but not me." "It has food in it." I answered back. Harry rolled his eyes taking the box out of my arms and replacing it with his body. I wrapped my arms around his wasit tightly trying to move his hair out of the way so I could watch the show.

"I'm the sweetest bitch you'll ever meet." Sammy said in the introuduction. Harry turned his head back and said, "I have a feeling you would say something like that." I meerely shrugged, "I'd add fuck in it." Harry chuckled spinning his body around to face me.

"Hi." he mummbled. "Hi yourself." I said straining my neck to see which episode it was. Harry goraned pushing his body farther into mine. "Scoot over my ass is hanging off the couch." I rasied my leg bringing it on top of his. "Better?" I questioned. He shook his head.

"How about you lay on top of me." Harry stated. I socffed, "Harry Styles the cocky son of a bitch wants to be all cliche and tumblr and make me lay on top of him?" "Just shut the fuck up and do it." He said. I rolled my eyes complying and laid down on top of him.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he rolled his eyes, "No I'm actually having breathing problems please get off it. No of course you are not hurting me!" he said flicking my head. I gasped and flicked his head back. "Asshole." I muttered.

"bitch." He answered back. i snicked looking down at him. I pecked his nose, his cheeks, and lastly his lips. "Dickface." "Skanky bitch." "Man whore." "Loosey Goosy." "Stupid." Harry laughed out loud, "Is that the best you could come up with." "Fuck off." I murmmered blushing.

He chuckled snuggling into me. "Idiot." He planted a kiss to my temple and we carried on watching the horendous show.

I just wanted to make a cute chapter so here you go. The story is 3/4 done with only twenty nine chapters left. That's weird to me honestly.But have a great day, night, weekend, what ever.