10 Hours (HS)

1:37 am

Liv's POV

"Matt's got the biggest heart of anyone I know. He's just this kind soul, you know? I realize I'm making him sound like a complete knob, a total nerd or whatever, but he's not. He's always had girlfriends. Since he was old enough to know what girlfriends were!" I say, laughing.

Harry's on the chair, and I'm on the table. He's been laughing at my crazy family stories, and actually seems interested. I don't know why that surprises me, I'm interested in him, his family.

He's interested, idiot. IN LOVE were the words he used.

I know. How is this even possible? I must be dreaming. If I'm dreaming, I'm going on a rage and killing everyone.

Not dreaming.

"He sounds like a great guy. I'm looking forward to meeting him." Harry says.

"So weird."

"What?"

"That you're going to meet my family." I smile.

"I want you to meet mine, but...if you don't want me meeting yours..."

"Stop, of course I do!"

"No it's fine. I get it. You're embarrassed to be seen with me."

Ha! Yeah, I'M embarrassed. You're the one who should be embarrassed.

"I'm not. Not AT ALL." He says.

"Not what?" I ask.

Damn, he's just unbelievably good looking. Like, how can someone be THIS hot?!

"Not embarrassed to be seen with you. I can't wait until I can introduce you to everybody."

"How did you know..."

"Because, you don't see it, Love. You don't see how beautiful you are, inside and out. I want everyone to meet you. You're what my heart beats for now. Of course I want to share you with my mates."

He is so fucking ridiculously wonderful. Just kill me now.

"Beat for? Harry, THAT is the most AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL thing anyone's ever said to me."

"Well, it's true." He says, smiling.

OK, I just need to be touching him.

I climb off the table and into his lap.

"Mmm, this I like." He says, wrapping his arms around my hips.

"I'm sorry...about earlier. I didn't mean to say you were lying. I don't really think that's who you are. I just...this is still really hard for me to actually accept. It's like a Harry Styles fan fiction." I say, grinning.

"Fan fiction. I know there are some stories out there about me."

"SOME? Uh, that is a HUGE understatement, Honey. Believe me I know. You have more fan fiction about you then anyone else in One Direction, really anyone anywhere."

He doesn't even get it. How can he not realize the effect he has on these girls?!

"Yeah? Well, I'm honored. Have you read any of them?"

Hundreds.

"Some. There's some REALLY good ones."

Like REALLY.

"Have you written any?"

Tons.

"Uh...maybe." Embarrassing.

"Can I read it?" He asks, pushing a strand of hair out of my face.

Ha! Fan fiction Harry is ALWAYS pushing strands of hair out of girls faces.