Ditched (a Harry Styles love story)

Chapter 7

***Elizabeth's P.O.V.***

''We should wake them all up,'' I heard Liam whisper. I was still slightly asleep, with my eyes closed and my back snuggled up against what I guessed was the couch. I really didn't want to move, the position I was in and the blanket encircling my waist was too comfortable to disturb.

''No, just wake Zayn up, I want to see Harry's reaction to this,'' Louis' voice answered. Wait, Harry's reaction to what? Oh well, I was too lazy to look at the moment. I heard a few grunts from behind me on the couch and Zayn mumbling, ''don't touch my hair.''

There was a gasp and then Niall wheezed, ''curse you Zayn!''

''I told you not to touch my hair,'' Zayn mumbled.

''Take it out on me, not my future children,'' Niall whined.

''Come on Zayn, wake up,'' Liam persisted.

''No,'' Zayn refused.

''I'm going to dip your mirror in carrot juice,'' Louis threatened. I smiled, Louis, always the random one.

''I'm up,'' Zayn said with a scared sort of tone in his voice. The fear was quickly replaced by confusion, however, when he quizzically asked, ''wow, what happened there?''

''I'd say it's an unspoken 'SHE'S MINE!' moment,'' Louis said, yelling she's mine. I couldn't stay awake any longer now that he'd yelled. It was probably a good thing though, because I'd sleep all day if they let me. I stirred slightly and rubbed my eyes while all the lad shushed each other. I yawned and looked up at them, they all had amused smiles on their faces and I noticed Harry wasn't among them. After mumbling a few unintelligible things I grabbed the top of the blanket that was slung across my waist until I realized that it wasn't a blanket, it was Harry's arm. I tried to gently pull it away but his grip tightened and I was forced to lay back down as he mumbled something.   

''Don't take away my teddy bear Louis,'' he mumbled sleepily.

I turned to look at him and saw his peaceful features. Why was this making my heart race? I pushed it away but couldn't help but smile as I said, ''I'm not a teddy bear.''

His eyes fluttered open at my words and he squinted to focus on me before mumbling, ''five more minutes.'' With that his eyes shut tightly.

I sighed and poked his face gently until one of his eyes opened, ''c'mon Curly, wake up.''

He pulled me closer to himself and my forehead rested on his chest comfortably. The fast paced beating of my heart and the weird feelings in my over exerted heart reminded me that if I stayed here longer I might just melt in Elizabeth goo. That wouldn't be good, and I quite like my structured state. I confused me because I wanted to stay there forever but this isn't what friends do. They don't snuggle, do they? Maybe I could've stay there, I mean a few minutes wouldn't have hurt, would they? No, Elizabeth, bad girl! No feeling this way, I told myself. Another part of me was telling me that my feelings were perfectly acceptable. Ugh, life is weird. ''Louis, help me,'' I pleaded, my voice muffled by Harry's chest.

Through the corner of my eye I saw Louis puff out his chest and put his hands on his hips. ''Superman!'' he ran over to me and pulled me out of Harry's grasp with a tug, causing us to tumble on to the floor. I landed on top of Louis but didn't seem to hurt him because he just started laughing. I couldn't help but laugh too as I caught the contagious laughter. I couldn't help but think that this was so nice, the boys already felt like brothers to me, and I enjoyed spending time with them. Maybe brother was a bit too friendly for Harry. I definitely felt something there but I convinced myself that it was just a small crush. Yep, I admit it, I had a small crush on Harry, but it will go away eventually, right? Especially if he doesn't feel the same way.