Always and Almost Forever. {Harry Styles}

Chapter Eight

Silent snores coming from beside me woke me up the next morning and it took me a couple of seconds to figure out where I was. We were now in London, specifically Harry’s bedroom. I looked over to the bedside table and looked at the clock, telling me that it was only six. I let out a small yawn as I tried to stretch my arms out but an arm was delicately wrapped around me, trapping me in place.

I turned my head and was greeted by Harry’s sleeping face; his lips slightly parted, his eyes closed tightly, his famous brown, curly hair was sticking everywhere and his cheeks tinted with a slight flush of pink. The sight made me all warm inside, causing a smile to form on my lips.

My eyes moved towards his bare torso, rising from every breath he takes. My eyes scanned over his tattoos and my eyes settled on the familiar tattoo with my initials on it, just above one of the sparrows tattooed on his chest. It pained me to think that he would do this much for me, while here I was, lying to him.

Thinking about it now, I realized that it really was a stupid idea to pretend to have amnesia. Maybe I should just tell Harry now before everything gets more complicated. But I just can’t blurt it out now that everything’s just getting better. I was torn between what I think I need to do and what I want to do.

I slowly reached up and traced his tattoo, particularly the two sparrows on his chest which I was starting to love. His skin felt warm under my touch and he slowly stirred as I was slowly tracing the outline of the next bird. I looked up and saw that his eyes were still closed. He turned around, removing his arm from me. His back was now facing me, showing me another tattoo that I haven’t seen before.

It was located just above the waistband of his boxers and a part of it was covered but I could still see the single word formed; thirteen; with the first letter thicker than the rest of the letters. This one confused me more and I thought of asking Harry later.

Now that I was free of Harry’s arms, I slowly got out of the bed and sneaked out to go to the kitchen. I rummaged through the rows of cabinets pasted on the wall and found a packet of pancakes and decided to cook, figuring that the four other boys were here too.

Speaking of the four lads, I made a mental note to tell them, or maybe at least one of them, about the lie I was hiding so that they at least know why I would be acting differently around them- acting like I didn’t know them. Harry almost caught me with my encounter with Louis last night and I have to make sure that I wouldn’t slip again.

I silently hummed to myself as I cooked the pancakes, along with some bacon that I found inside the freezer. After putting the cooked food on separate plates, I grabbed some bread and put them in the toaster. I sat down on the counter as I waited, then suddenly a mop of blonde hair entered the kitchen, and a half asleep Niall greeted me.

“Good morning, Niall” I greeted him with a smile, waiting for his reaction which I predicted to be the same as Louis’.

“Good morning, Jo” he replied instantly, not even looking at me, with his eyes pasted on the food in front of him. Well, that wasn’t the reaction I was anticipating. Maybe he thinks he was still sleeping.

I cleared my throat and that must’ve got his attention, his blue eyes meeting mine. I gave him a small smile.

“Wait a minute” He gasped as he looked around him then I saw him lift his arm up to touch the plate of food “This is a dream, right?”

I laughed at him and his cute obliviousness. Among the other boys, Niall would probably be the one I was closest to. When Harry introduced me to them, I had a small crush on Niall but then we grew close and then the next thing I knew, this little Irishman was my best friend. He was there when Harry left me and we promised to stay in contact even after what happened to me and Harry but somehow, because of the fame, he stopped talking and contacting me and I understand that.