I snuggle into bed, tossing and turning for a good 45 minutes. It was early, and I was tired, I just couldn't sleep.
I kept reliving todays events. My arm is sore...really sore. That better not happen again or I think I will punch someone.
How can they invade someone's personal space like that? We couldn't move. How do the boys put up with that so much? I would lash out if that was me. Obviously they have been told not to do that, but still they must consider it at times.
The door creeps open, Harry entering in his plain boxers. I divert my eyes away, rolling onto my back, facing the ceiling.
"Can't sleep?" He asks, walking over to his side of the bed.
"No." I sigh.
"It's because I wasn't in the bed with you." He teases, lying down next to me.
"I don't think that's quite the reason Harry."
He laughs, turning to face me.
"So, do you still want the life of a celebrity?"
I purse my lips and hum.
"Not as much...but I guess it would be different seeming as I'm a girl. If I had thousands of girls chasing me, that might be slightly weird."
"Just a bit."
I laugh the room becoming silent again.
"Well...goodnight Harry."
"Night Mollie."
The smallest smile appears on my face. He didn't call me Moo.
...
My eyes slowly open, adjusting to the sun that shines through the curtains. I look at my clock.*10:00*. Wow I laid in! I must have been tired. I roll over to see if Harry was awake. He was, lying on his back with his phone in the air.
"What are you doing?" I ask, watching him take a picture of himself.
"Instagram."
"You actually use that?"
"Oh course I do, don't you?"
"No." I scoff, "I don't have a very exciting life, so any picture I upload would be of me in the bakery."
He laughs, getting out of bed, my eyes looking at his curls, not his boxers this time.
"I'm going for a shower, you can have one after and then we can leave around half eleven."
"Okay." I agree, getting out of bed too.
I rummage through my case, trying to find something to wear for today. It looked quite hot out...so maybe a dress?
I pick one out, laying it on the bed for when I come out of the shower.
These past 2 days have gone a lot faster than mine did! I wonder what Harry has got planned for today? He said I'll love it? How does he know what I'd like?
...
*11:30*
"Mollie are you ready?" Harry calls, impatiently tapping his foot.
"Yeah, How much money should I bring?"
"None. I'm paying."
"I can't let you play, I don't want you to. Honestly it's fine I will. How much should I take?" I sternly ask, not wanting to give in.
"Nothing. And anyway it's already paid for."
The feeling of guilt takes over, I don't know why, he has got millions of pounds after all.
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Your Little Secret (Harry Styles Fanfic)
Fanfiction"One day, you'll want me.." Mollie has a unique hate for one and only boy band member Harry Styles. She thinks he is an arrogant, stuck up, womanizer, who has let the fame get to his head. But has he? Both Harry and Mollie live in completely differe...
