Here we go again.
My heart seemed to leap four feet out of my chest with each beat, my cheeks looked like they were painted pink, and my hands were clammy and shaking.
I knew I wanted to be his girlfriend, but I couldn’t make the words. My tongue felt like it swelled up and my teeth were glued together.
“Ency? You look… pale, but really red too…” Harry looked at me with concern.
“Sorry I’m nervous,” I blurted out super fast. Harry laughed.
“Yeah me too… so, would you like to put us both out of our misery and give an answer?” Harry politely urged. I nodded.
“Yes please. I will. Be your girlfriend, I mean.” I grin. Harry lets out a burst of air it looked like he was holding in. He jumps up and pulls me up and embraces me in a giant bear hug.
“Hey!” I laugh, lightly tapping his back as best I could, since his strong arms had accidentally trapped mine mostly at my sides.
“Oh, sorry,” Harry spoke, lessening his embrace. I looked up at him.
“So, boyfriend, can I just say that you’re a very handsome lad?” I complimented, then setting a kiss on his chin, seeing as that was as far as I could reach.
“As many times as you’d like,” Harry told me humorously.
A girl I hadn’t seen suddenly walked into the room. I jumped back from Harry and just stared at her curiously.
“Um… Harry…” The girl said. She looked a bit older than us.
“Ency, this is my sister Gemma, Gemma, this is my girlfriend Ency.” Harry told us. I smiled awkwardly at her, seeing as she just witnessed her brother very closely hugging some girl.
“Well I’d hope she’s your girlfriend, after what I just walked in on,” Gemma laughed. I laughed right back. Well, she seems nice, funny too. “Anyhow, Mum was wondering if Ency was staying for dinner.”
Harry looked down at me, his eyes asking me if I was going to stay.
“No, I don’t want to overstay my welcome. But thank you!” I told them both. I got out my phone to text my mum to come pick me up.
“Really it’s no bother,” Harry told me once Gemma left. I smiled.
“No, no, your mum didn’t even know I was coming, so I won’t let her cook for one more person. I insist,” I say to him.
“Well fine then,” Harry pretend-pouted and flopped down on his bed.
“Now, now,” I teased as I sat down next to him. Harry placed his arm around my shoulder and rested his head on it as well. I caressed his curls, weaving my fingers gently throughout each section of hair.
Silence engulfed the room as we just sat there. But I liked it. I felt like he trusted me in this moment. Putting every secret he’s ever kept in my hands, without actually letting them out. I tried to do the same, but I don’t know if I gave off the same aura.
Harry suddenly let out a whimper and twitched. I glanced down. He was asleep. I took this time to take in his sleepy face as best I could, since that’s when people are really themselves. His eyebrows were knit together in a concerned manner. Must be a bad dream. He was actually even more adorable when he slept. He looked vulnerable, almost like a child. I wanted to savor this.
Then a thought hit me.
Harry was sure to become popular, whether we were dating or not. But what will he do when that happens? The popular people are so much prettier and look like they have more fun, no matter what they’re doing. He could easily up and leave me for one of those girls, or be changed into a different person by one of those guys. They’re all awful people, in retrospect. But, if you’re constantly surrounded by something, it doesn’t seem so bad. I don’t want him to be any different than he is now.
“Don’t you change on me, Harry, don’t you change.” I whisper.
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Dreamer (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
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