International Love (Harry Styles Fanfiction) ON HOLD: MAJOR REVISION

Chapter 13

Songs:

"Style" Taylor Swift

"Flaws" Bastille

"I Want Crazy" Hunter Hayes

"I've Got a Feeling" Black Eyed Peas

A month and a half later...

"Harry you can smile better than that," my mom says behind the camera.

"I'm just so nervous," Harry whispers, through his now grin. "You look great by the way." I feel bad because I'm using the same dress I wore 2 years ago. A black and silver dress that accentuates my waist really well. At least Harry is matching with a black sports coat and tie and a white dress shirt. He let his untamed curly locks down, barley touching his shoulders.

After getting through the agonizingly long picture phase of the evening, I drive Harry and I to pick Kasey up and then to our school. On the way there Kasey was explaining the whole all-girls school thing to Harry.

I never really thought the idea of an all-girls school would be that foreign to Harry, of course its not really the kind of school most teenage girls would choose, but in all honesty I think I'll really miss it when I go off to college next year - coed, public, and actually having to pick out my clothes everyday. It'll be quite the change.

We sat at a table with Matt and Courtney, Luke and Kat, and Kasey and Bridget, the only two going stag. Harry, at my odd request, spoke in an extremely accurate American accent. My friends all asked me why and I told them that it wouldn't bring too much attention to the white elephant in the room.

It didn't quite help too much for the insane Directioners who ran away from their dates to take selfies with Harry Styles leaving the boys wondering who the hell this guy was.

Thank God my class was small enough to allow everyone who wanted a picture to take them, or else we would have been there all night.

My friends and I take refuge in our usual spot in the gym, which is decorated just the same as every other dance. STUCO just hangs up some fairy lights along the wall and the DJ supplies the multicolored lights. However in the gym foyer they covered the walls with black and white photos of iconic sights from around the world. Ehh, low budget.

Harry seems to be a pretty good dancer when it comes to dancing with me. He joined me in doing the shopping cart, the granny, and my personal favorite, the lawnmower. He taught me how to row a boat and all the right footsteps to step on people.

I was able to teach him how to two-step the only modern dance move with a name that I actually know and can do well. He failed miserably and even fell.

Harry and I stepped outside for a little breather. It was nice and cool out. I sat up on the railing and Harry followed suite. "So how is your first American dance so far?"

"It's everything I can imagine." He gives me a quick kiss. "I like your friends. They're kind of crazy."

"Ha, what an understatement. They are worse than crazy, they're insane! But I guess you could say the same thing about me." I say turning away from him.

"You're my kind of crazy." Harry places his hand over mine and I slowly turn to look into his eyes. He says it with so much tenderness behind it that I can't help smiling.

"So there's a topic that has been brought up tonight that I've been pretty silent about, college. You and your friends have been talking about your applications and such," he pauses, running a hand through his hair nervously. His grip tightens over my hand.

"Harry, what is it? You're kind of making me nervous."

"Would you consider applying to university in the UK?" He spits out.

WHAT? I'm fucking flabbergasted.

After a long beat of my staring off in the distance trying to wrap my head around this information I faintly hear, "Please just say something." Harry panics.

"Harry, I thought we were taking this slow. One day at a time." My head is swimming with some many questions, "what?" I breathe out. Harry holds me steady by hopping off the railing and grabbing hold of my shoulders.

"What?" I ask again, looking at him with an extremely confused look on my face.

"Listen it's just applying, not making any final decisions. We can talk about it. I can help you -"

"Stop. When did you even come up with this absurd idea. Yes, it's absurd. I'm apply to only one university outside of my state and you're talking about out of the country."

"I said it's just applying." Harry says in defense. I let out a sigh.

"Look, college is already a touchy subject for me," Harry slides he hands up and down my arms calming me down, "we can discuss this when we're not at a dance. It's not that bad of an idea though, but slow. Okay?" I smooth my hands over his chest leaning up for a kiss.

"Willow!" Oh great no make up kiss. "Want to leave to get some shakes?" Courtney asks.

"Heck yeah! Let's get our coats."

After talking over some shakes I drive Harry and I back home. "Shh. My parents are asleep. You have to sleep in the basement and I'll sleep in my room. We already made the pull out bed earlier today."

I take Harry downstairs and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight." When I turn to leave his hands are at my waist pulling me back.

"I'm not ready for you to go." Harry whispers in my ear. I finally get to here that British voice that melts my heart. He kisses my cheek then neck, stopping at my bare shoulder.

"Harry," I groan in annoyance, "...I'll stay for a bit but no funny business." I say sternly turning around to face his irresistible smile. "Let's watch a movie." I pat his shoulder as I go to get a movie to pop into the DVD player.

"What do you want to watch? Horror, romcom, cheesy, classic?"

"Surprise me."

I grab Gone With the Wind one of my favorites. Returning to Harry, "It's long so I might fall asleep."

When it gets to the menu Harry approves my choice. We lie down and watch the movie. About halfway through it I find myself struggling to keep my eyes open. "Harry," I moan, "I'm too tired."

And like that I'm out like a light.

The next morning I wake up in my room. It's going on nine and the smell of bacon wakes me up instantly. I walk out to see mom making breakfast talking to a too energetic Harry, who is sitting at the table in a white t-shirt and boxers.

"Where's Jen and dad?" I ask.

"She had an early game. I've just been telling Harry here all about your plans for college." Great just the topic I don't want to even think about.

"Mom, I don't have a plan for college. I have just now sent in my applications this week. I dont even know where I'm accepted yet."

"You should really apply to this college in England, it has a really good medical program." Harry pipes up. I raise my eyebrow at him as I pour myself a cup of coffee.

"Can we talk about a less serious topic this early in the morning?" I sit beside Harry. He rests his hand on my thigh and I brush it away.

Sorry. This chapter took longer than expected. Not having a laptop makes things a lot harder. This chapter didn't cover too much but we see some tension, cute moments, and the future!

I'll update ASAP. Vote and comment please!!!

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