Our Summer of Direction

Harry's POV

Harry’s POV

“Hey baby, wake up. We need go home today.” I murmur into Katie’s hair. She blinks sleepily and then yawns loudly.

“Nooo five more minutes.” She giggles stretching out. I chuckle and stand up forcing her to roll off of me. She groans and rolls on the floor.

“Wait why are we leaving today?” She asks suddenly, looking up at me.

“Your phone just got a group text to all of the girls saying that Emilea is having a meltdown and all the girls need to get together to help her out.” I explain tossing her the phone. She frowns in contemplation and I walk over to the kitchen and pour us two glasses of orange juice.

“Here ya go!” I call as I race in and hand her the cup, barely managing not to spill it everywhere.

“Thanks.” She smiles drowsily. She takes a large drink and I lay on the couch. I pick it up and attempt to take a drink and manage to spill my orange juice all over.

“Oh!” I sputter shaking it off of my face and getting it in my eyes. I squint and crinkle my nose as the juice burns my eyes.

“Oh, honey. Sit up.” Katie commands gently. I sit up and she lifts my arms above my head and pulls my sweater off. The white shirt underneath is wet as well so she yanks that off and wipes off my face with it.

“You’re such a mess.” She giggles ringing the orange juice out of my curls. I shake my hair and spray her with the juice.

“Great, now we’re both sticky. That solved so much.” She teases wiping it off of her face.

“Sorry. We could go shower and then have a beer.” I grin wagging my eyebrows suggestively.

“We’re not drinking if we’re driving home later. A shower doesn’t sound so bad though.” She replies cocking her head thoughtfully.

“Sweet! I’ll go turn on the water!” I grin jumping up happily.

“Harold.” She scolds teasingly.

“What?” I ask feigning innocence.

“Don’t you what me.” She laughs cocking an eyebrow.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” I chuckle leading her to the room across the hall.

“I’m not gonna shower with you, Harry.” She exclaims pulling away. I pretend to agree with her and then grab her by the hips and throw her over my shoulder.

“HARRY!” She giggle/squeals. I ignore her and carry her into the bedroom.

“Put me down this instant Harold Edward Styles.” She demands lashing out and smacking my butt.

“Yes, because that’s gonna do sooo much.” I chuckle throwing her down on the bed. I jump on with her and kiss her mouth. She hesitates at first and then grabs my hair and knots her hands in it. I smile a little and wrap my arms around her waist.

“So about that shower….” She trails off with a grin.