A Moment Like This - Harry Styles Love Story.*ON PERMANENT HIATUS*

~35~

~Allison Edwards~

The light from Harry's window woke me the next morning, and when I woke, I was pleasantly surprised to find that yesterday wasn’t a dream. Harry was passed out next to me, snoring. I laughed at his adorable sleeping face. Noting that it was around 10:30, I began to lightly press kisses to every part of his face. He groaned under my tender touches, but his eyes fluttered open as my lips made contact with his. Harry, being the cheeky lad he is, decided to deepen it, flipping me over so that I was underneath him. A few minutes later, He pulled away, giving me a light glare.

"I was having a good time having a snuggle buddy." I laughed.

"It half past ten, harry. We needed to get up sometime. And don’t pretend that you didn’t like my wake up call." I winked. His eyes smoldered, eyes flicking back and forth from my lips to my eyes.

"Speaking of that, I’m not entirely awake yet..." I giggled, pulling his face down to meet mine. I don’t think I could ever get tired of this; of him. His lips were so sweet, gentle, with hints of passion thrown in every once and a while. He didn’t push me to far, take anything where I wasn’t going to go. And I loved him for it. This was amazing, he was amazing. But it didn’t take long for us to get caught.

"Harold, get- AGHHHH!" Louis screamed, running out of the room and slamming the door behind him. Harry and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. He practically collapsed on top of me, struggling to hold in giggles.

"D-did you see h-his face?" I stuttered, my face red from laughing.

"Yeah, we’re never going to live this down..." he chuckled, and pressed his lips to mine again. I smiled into the kiss, bliss taking over.

"Are you two done yet, we- AGGHHHH!" Louis yelled, this time not running out. Instead, he ran up the stairs to the platform that Harry’s bed sat on and pushed harry off of me, disappointingly disconnecting our lips. I sat up, pouting.

"Lou!" he glared at us playfully.

"Now, since you two have stopped sucking face, I would suggest you would go get breakfast and get dressed. We have an interview in an hour. Als, are you coming?" I nodded. "Good. They might need to call you on stage. Dress pretty." I nodded again. "Cool. No more snogging in bed, it looks bad, if you know what I mean." he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and I rolled my eyes.

"You seem to forget that we started dating yesterday, Lou. I won’t be having sex with harry for a while." harry groaned behind me.

"Whhhhyyyyyy?" although I knew he was kidding, I smacked his chest.

"Hush, child." Louis seemed to be holding back laughter, and as soon as he exited the room, I could hear his loud guffaws. I rolled my eyes, slipping out of the warm confines of Harry’s bed. Immediately his hands were on my waist.

"Where are you going?"

"To go pick out my outfit and to eat." I said, pulling away to head down the stairs, but Harry's arms were tight around my waist once again.

"Pweaaase don’t go..." he said, pressing his lips to my soft spot. My head rolled back onto his shoulder, the chills and tremors running up my spine making my mind fuzzy. I turned, connecting our lips, moving together. After several more minutes of snogging, I pulled away slightly, resting my forehead on his nose.

"Nope." I popped the p, and sprinted out of his room and down the corridor to mine. Harry ran after me, his bare feet slapping against the tile

"Come back!" I ducked into my room, peeking out.

"Sorry, Monsieur Styles, I have to get ready for this interview." I closed and locked the door, giggling as I heard a heavy thump against it.

"But I want to help!" I thought for a moment, trying to decide what to do about my cheeky, curly haired lad.