Tearing Down Walls

Tearing Down Walls 30

Chapter 30 Havannah

      After the party, Kat stayed at Niall’s and Sky stayed at Zayn’s leaving me and Harry. With the lingerie. I mentally shook my head clearing my mind. We walked into his flat and I collapsed on his couch. I was utterly exhausted. Harry carried all the bags in before motioning for me to get up. I groaned and pouted. “Carry me?” I must’ve looked innocent enough because he picked me up. He placed me on the bed, but he didn’t leave. There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes. I tried to crawl away, but he caught me. I blame sleep. “Harry I’m tired!” I whined. He smiled as he pulled me back and hovered above me. I tried to push him, but my arms were like jelly against his body. I sighed and he started tickling me. “Harold. Edward. Styles!” I yelled between breaths. He kept going and I was tossing and turning, but I couldn’t get loose. Before I could comprehend his lips crushed against mine. His hands trailed up my thighs and I grabbed his shirt pulling him closer to me. He trailed soft kisses down my neck. My fingers were tangled in his curls as he connected our lips again. He lifted the bottom of my shirt off and I took it off for him. His hot hands made a trail of goose bumps rise on my stomach. He pulled his shirt off and we laid there kissing for a while before he broke it. He gently stroked my cheek and I tried to catch my breath.

            “I love you.” I smiled and stared into his soft green eyes. I placed my hands on either side of his face. “I just don’t want you to ever forget that.” He mumbled.

            “I love you too and even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to forget it.” He smiled before giving me one last gentle kiss. He pushed himself off the bed and left the room. I quickly changed into shorts and the t-shirt Harry threw off before snuggling into the covers and falling asleep.

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'Hey! Ho! Here she goes! Either a little too high or a little too low." I woke up to loud music and the smell of chocolate. I stretched and made my way to the kitchen. Harry was singing to the music while cooking. I leaned against the doorframe and watched him. His curls were neatly piled on top of his head. He was wearing a red apron, covered in flour that said ‘Kiss the Chef’. I bit my lip to hold back a laugh. He was dancing around and when he did his Michael Jackson move, I lost it. He looked over at me. “How long were you there?” I smiled and walked over to him.

            “Long enough.” He laughed and wrapped me in a hug. “Harry get off. You’re getting flour all over me!” he smirked and I wiggled to get him off of me. “What are you making anyway?” He looked over his shoulder at the concoction in the skillet.

            “Chocolate chip pancakes.” My stomach growled right when he mentioned chocolate.

            “That explains the flour.” He smirked and stepped back. I knew what he was doing. “No Harry. They’ll never leave us alone again.” He shrugged before throwing a handful of flour at me. “You would think that we would learn.” I mumbled right before flinging a handful of chocolate chips at him. I ducked behind the table and he hid behind the island. I scooped up a cup full of sugar, but before I could throw it he hit me with a dough ball. “Are you kidding me?!” he was laughing when I crawled out of the room and checked all the closets for what I was looking for. I filled the gun up with water and poured the sugar in it before shaking it. I snuck back behind the table. We're going to get in so much trouble. I crawled around the island and aimed the gun. I squealed and he fell back. He was completely soaked by the time I ran out of water. Harry got up and started chasing me around the house. I hid in the closet and tried to calm down. Man I’m out of shape. I probably sound like a dying cow that is in the middle of giving birth. Harry jerked open the door and I fell right into him. He squeezed me before stepping back. “You’re ridiculous.” He shrugged and was about to walk away when the doorbell rang. We looked at each other, down at our clothes, and back at each other. GO FIGURE. Since I wore the pants in the relationship I opened the door.

            To find Paul and the rest of the group.

I ran a hand down my face. “What are you two doing?” Paul asked looking between me and Harry. I tried to act cool and lean on the doorframe, but my feet were covered in sugar water and other things, so I almost fell earning a snort from the ever so famous Larry Stylinson.

            “Making pancakes. What does it look like?” I had the ‘duh’ tone in my voice knowing they could come up with millions of reasons for why we’re covered in slime.

            “Harry you have an interview in three hours. Remember?” Harry cursed and right after that the smoke alarm went off.

            “The fucking pancakes you idiot!” I smacked Harry upside the head before carefully running to the kitchen.

            Once I got the alarm turned off Harry and everyone else left for the interview, including the girls. I told them I didn’t want to go because the house was a mess, but in reality, dating a member of the most famous boy band was really getting to me. I took a picture of the kitchen and tweeted it.

@Its_Havannah:

            @Harry_Styles this isn’t even my house, but yet I’m stuck cleaning up your mess. :) 

            Instant retweets and favorites. I laid my phone on top of the fridge. I started cleaning knowing the longer I waited the harder it would be. After two hours the kitchen was spotless and I ate a sandwich. I sighed and went to take a shower. I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the hot water. I thought about me and Harry. I love him, but we never get to be… us anymore. I know it’s his job, but it’s really getting to me. Thirty minutes later I was relaxed and reading ’50 Shades of Grey’ on the couch. It’s a slightly disturbing book. There was a knock at the door and I reluctantly got up and answered it. “What are you doing here?” I asked shocked.

            “Talking to you duh.”Jordanstood in front of me with his arms crossed. “Where’s your bank?” I narrowed my eyes.

            “He’s not my bank and he’s not here.” I spat and he raised his eyebrows.

            “Awe. Harry left you all alone?” he replied in a voice that you would use to comfort babies. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. I was starting to get agitated because he was right.

            “What the hell do you want?” he smirked before pulling me in for a hug. I pushed him off of me and I wanted to wipe that ugly smirk right off his face. “What the fuck?!” he acted innocent.

            “What? It’s not like I have Claire hiding in the bushes and she just took a picture. And it’s not like we’re going to give magazines big stories about me and you going behind Harry’s back.” The smirk was back on his face, but I was too shocked to say anything. Claire stood up and smiled before waving the camera back and forth.Jordanlaughed and started walking away. “Bye babe.” He winked before walking out of view. I quickly closed the door and retrieved my phone. I tried to call Harry, but he was getting ready for an interview and his phone was turned off. I threw the book across the room and curled into a ball. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I woke up to Harry coming in and it was pitch black outside. I quickly got up.

            “Harry!” I hugged him and his wrapped one of his arms around my waist loosely. “I have to tell you something.” He shook his head and I looked at him puzzled.

            “Can we talk about it tomorrow?” he smiled weakly, but I shook my head.

            “It’s really important. I need-” he waved his hands.

            “Vannah. I’m really tired.” I sighed, but nodded and followed him upstairs. He threw off his shoes and blazer and collapsed on the bed. I lay down beside him and every second that I didn’t tell him I regretted it. He lazily intertwined our fingers and we fell asleep almost instantly.