The Brightest Dark (Harry Styles) BOOK 1

Chapter 38

*September/School off*

Earlier this month, I went out shopping with my mom alone for the first time...Yea, didn't end well. She tried to force these imagines she had into my head of Harry. One of them being, he could try to kill me. So, I yelled at her and told her I could never do it because I love Harry. When she heard the "I love Harry" roll off my lips, she had the face of a horror film. After that, she apologized and I just accepted since she's my mom. But secretly I don't accept the way she treats us.

"So when are you moving in with me?" Harry winks.

"Hmm, whenever you're ready for me," I flirt.

I've got to say, my flirting skills have gone from a 1 to 6 ever since I started dating Harry. He's just been around me too much probably. His ways are rubbing off on me, oh god...

"Are you trying to flirt with me, Miss. Lawley?" He smirks wildly.

"It can be considered many thing," I tease.

"Well, I'm going to have to write you up for such a horrible flirt," he purses his lips and shakes his head, "tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Hmm, seems like you've been so playful lately," I walk out of the apartment.

Harry closes the door then reaches for me. His arm slithers around my shoulders. The height difference is always an advantage to him. He always teases me about it too and I tell him I'm not short because I'm 5'6, but he still loves to make fun.

"Nothing wrong with connecting with my inner child," he states.

"Trying to use my words against me?" I raise my eyebrow.

"You said it at the hiking spot. You're words, not mine," he puts up his free hand in defense.

"Cheeky," I shake my head.

"That's what my mum calls me all the time," he makes a face.

"Wonder why?" I laugh sarcastically.

"You and my mum would get alone very well. Both of you seem to have the same teasing sense," he plays with his lip ring.

"We could make fun of you together," I grin.

"Great, more teasing," he rolls his eyes.

"Not my fault your very easy to make fun of," I tell him.

"How?" He frowns.

"You're clumsy, a big teddy bear, your jokes are terrible, and much more," I list.

"I'm not a teddy bear," he pouts.

"I recall someone admitting their dick look is just a cover up," I point out.

"You girls and your memory," he huffs.

"You words, not mine," I shrug.

He gives me a glare and I begin to runaway to the parking lot. I can hear him laughing as he chases after me. My heart fills with such joy, I haven't felt like this...like a kid, in a long time. My feet run to the car, trying to open it quickly, but my keys slip through my hands. I bend to reach them, but feel two tough arms wrap themselves around my waist. I get pulled up off the ground and spun around. My squeals loudly come out my mouth, while Harry laughs with his head tilted up and wrinkles forming my his eyes. The most beautiful sight and sweet sound.