Carry On {A Harry Styles Love Story}

12.0 ; Inertia.

12.0 ; inertia.

❝ all we need is a little bit of momentum.

break down these walls

that we’ve built around ourselves.

all we need is a little bit of inertia.

break down and tell,

break down and tell. ❞

☆ h a r r y ★

I couldn’t help it.

She just looked so sweet and peaceful.

I had no choice. I had to cuddle with her.

If not for the fact that it was my bed she’d fallen asleep on, then for the fact that when I found her there, she was blasting our music from Niall’s phone on shuffle. I ignored the lads’ playful jeers and crawled onto the bunk to lie behind her, coiling my arms around her waist as I held her back against my front. Being reasonably shorter than me, her head was tucked perfectly against the crook of my neck, her hair tickling below my chin.

After another minute or so, Little Things ended to be replaced by the much louder Live While We’re Young. She wasn’t stirring from the volume, but I still didn’t want to risk her waking up, so I quickly reached over her hip to grab the phone and stop the music, instead digging out my own phone from my pocket. I scrolled through my playlists before I settled on one that I usually played when I wanted to fall asleep to some music.

Coincidentally, after I put it on shuffle, the familiar tune of Ed’s Wake Me Up started up. To my delight, Jersey’s face became completely serene when my ginger-haired friend’s voice began to sing the lyrics, a small, beautiful smile resting on her mouth. My guess was she was probably a ‘Sheerio,’ as they were called. She shifted slightly in my arms, her body heat giving me comfort.

She was so... Lovely.

After a little while of being curled up against her as Tony drove us to our next location, I ended up drifting off to sleep with my face buried in her soft dark hair. My last conscious thought was that she smelled like coffee on Christmas morning.

✄ - - - ♡ - - - ♡ - - - ♡ - - - ♡ - - - ♡

It felt like only seconds had passed when a hand on my shoulder was suddenly jolting me awake. I stirred reluctantly, peeling my eyes open to look up at Louis with bleary vision. The Doncaster lad smirked down at my position. Refusing to let go of a still sleeping Jersey, I yawned and asked, “What is it, Lou?”

“We’re at the hotel,” he informed me simply, reaching up to fuss with his hair.

“What time is it?”

“Late,” Louis answered vaguely. “There aren’t many people out here, so we shouldn’t run into any trouble.”

I nodded in acknowledgement and gently shook Jersey awake. The brunette girl scowled with her eyes closed, refusing to open them. Nevertheless, I persevered, continuing to shake her shoulder and obnoxiously call her name until she finally burst to life and rolled away from me and, consequently, off the bunk in one swift movement, landing in a heap at Louis’s feet. She glared up at him from the floor, lying flat on her back as he did nothing to hide his laughter. Her eyes flickered to me after I sat up and leaned over the edge to smile down at her. “You suck, Styles,” was all she said.

“You’re too kind, Markum,” I cooed, placing my hand over my heart.

When the three of us got to the front of the bus, the rest of the lads were milling about, waiting for us. I spotted an empty McDonald’s bag lying on the floor beside the couch and gasped in mock horror. “You ate... Without us?”