You're perfect to me. (A Harry Styles Fanfic) COMPLETED

I'm in love with you, and all your little things.

Ending chapter.

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"Harry put me down!!!" I demanded and kicked my legs as I was strung over his shoulder

"No you're too drunk to walk!"

"You're too drunk to carry me!"

"Am not!"

We both laughed as we stumbled along the streets of Paris trying to find our hotel.

"Did you have a good birthday beautiful?" He said putting me back on my feet and locking his hand in mine.

"I've had an amazing birthday thanks to you, you know what would make it even better?"

"Tell me, you're wish is my command" he winked at me.

"If we could bloody find our hotel, my feet are killing me!"

We both laughed and kept strolling along the cobbled streets.

Ughhhhh

I woke up the next morning with the most horrendous headache I've probably ever had.

I sat up and I swear the room was spinning along with me. Oh..oh my god. Think I'm going to be sick.

I jumped out of bed panicking and rushing to the bath room before crashing on to the bath room floor and puking my guts up.

"Baaaaabe, you okay?"

"Just don't come in please" I shouted out before dropping my head into my hands

"What's wrong Sienna, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I just don't want you to see me like this"

My stomach made the worst growling noise before it all came up again, salty tears ran down my face as I tried to hold my own hair back from being sick.

Then the door swung open. Crap.

"Sienna, baby you okay?" He said sitting down next to me on the floor

"Harry you don't need to see me like this, please just leave me" I said not lifting my head up, if he saw what I looked like now he would never fancy me again.

"I don't care what you look like, I'm not leaving you here like this"

Before I could even reply I was being sick again, how was there even anything left in me. Ugh.

I felt his gentle touch stroking my back and holding my hair back

"It's okay sweetheart" he said softly into my ear as I wiped away the tears.

I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, ewwww.

My hair was all stuck up like jedward from all the hairspray I had used last night, I hadn't took my make up off so mascara was smudged all down my face and I literally looked like I had ten rounds with Mike Tyson. And I felt even worse. I couldn't even balance on my feet when I stood up so Harry swooped me up into bridal style.