Everything About You (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18

"Harry, we should probably wait a minute," I warned, pushing away his hand that clung on my thigh. "Why?" He breathed, his parted lips brushed against my neck in a seductive way. "My mum" He slowly moved and brought himself back to a normal sitting position on the edge of my bed, and I jumped up. "Mum?" I called as I poked my head out of my cracked door.

Instead of hearing her voice answer me, the only sound was Harry laughing behind me. I spun around and crossed my arms. "And what's so funny, Styles?" His adorable, cheeky, dimpled smile made its appearance and his emerald orbs were amused. "I don't understand how I never found this before." He laughed again and I rushed over to see what he was talking about.

In the grasp of his long fingers and large hand, was a folded note made of lined paper. "What's that?" I asked, panic clear in my voice. "Just a note," he replied casually, holding it away from me as I reached for it. "Harry, seriously," I whined, trying to reach out for it again, but he moved his hand for the second time.

"I think I shall read the last line," Harry cleared his throat from endless laughter, and spoke in a high-pitched, awfully annoying voice; the one I hated. "I really hope Harry never finds this. I would literally die of embarrassment." I crashed into Harry, making him fall off of my bed. I sat on his stomach and put one hand over his face as I forcefully tried getting the note from him. I don't remember the whole thing, but that note sounds familiar.

Finally, I caught it in my hand and leaped up off of his complaining self, running into the living room and away from him. As I ran, I quickly read the note and felt my cheeks burning as I ripped up the stupid paper. "Emmy, don't be upset! I think it's cute!" Before Harry could catch up to me, I found a cup of tea on the living room table and threw all of the little pieces of paper in it, soaking it and all of the ridiculousness I'd put into it.

I felt Harry's arms around me and his head on my shoulder, and I sighed. "When did you write it?" He wondered softly. "When we were 11," I lowered my head in shame and sat down on the sofa. "I liked it," he assured me, bending down and kissing my nose lovingly. "It was terrible." I recalled the note in my head and felt worse. I can't believe I kept that.

Today, I made cupcakes with Harry. It was really fun. Now, I'm just sad again. I'm always sad when I'm without Harry. It makes me scared. I think he's really cute, but that's bad. He's my best friend. What would I do if he found out? I get these weird feelings in my stomach when I'm around him. I wonder if that's normal. Maybe I should tell my mum.

I really hope Harry never finds this. I would literally die of embarrassment.

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"If you want, I could pretend that I never saw it." "Please do so." I am SO stupid! He probably thinks I have an entire diary full of things about him now! I mean...maybe most of it was about him, but not all of it was about having a crush on him! Now, it's definitely more than a crush though.

"I'm pretty sure your mum isn't here, so..." Harry smiled and nodded back towards my room. It's strange that we're both only 15, and we already...do so much. We haven't actually gone all the way though, and I intend to keep it that way for a while. "Alright," I smoothed the top of his hand with my fingertips and took it lightly.

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I leaned my head back as Harry's lips made sweet kisses up my collarbone, all the way to my cheek. His body leaned over top of me, my legs together in between both of his longer ones. My toes barely touched the soft carpet of my floor as I laid up on my bed. Harry's arms were around me on both sides, his hands supporting me up from behind my back as our lips finally met and came together. His dark, curly strands of hair tickled my forehead as he focused on kissing me.

When I had a second away from him to breathe, I giggled and his eyebrows furrowed in a cute way. "What?" He questioned with a little smirk. "Nothing," I responded, thinking about how his curls tickled and grabbing his shirt lightly, bringing him back to me. I could already feel his lips back on mine as we both heard the front door to my house open with a loud creak. "What the fuck!" Harry let go of me and swiftly got up to check if anyone was there.

"Gosh, Harry, way to freak me out," I commented after his sudden curse words. "Sorry," he apologized as he opened my door wider, stepping out into the hallway. "Mum?!" I yelled out, slipping my hand in Harry's as I joined him, walking out into the living room together. There I saw her, sitting on the couch with her head back against the cushion as she slouched. Her bright, red, snakeskin purse was still hooked onto her shoulder.

"Hello?" I said in a confused tone. "Oh, hi Emery," My mum slowly stood and set her purse on a nearby table, moving over to her own bedroom and shutting the door behind her. "That was...strange," Harry observed. "Really strange," I agreed. "Want some dinner?" I asked Harry before he shook his head. "I should probably get back home."

"I wish you could stay over here." "I don't think our mums would trust us," Harry winked at me and pulled me into a strong hug. "I'll be back in the morning," he promised. "Okay, 'night." I kissed his cheek and smiled at him as he turned away, leaving through my front door. I went over and locked it before making my way over to the kitchen.

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Hey, guys. I thought I'd be able to update sooner, but these days are really busy. I'm having all my exams now. Ugh, at least there's only 2 weeks of school left. I am so over school and all the immature people that come with it. Anyways, it'll be hard for me to update for the next 2 weeks.

This story is still getting along. I'm trying to not rush into it. I feel like all of you are dirty, so you'd want dirty parts. They're hard to make though! Haha, I'm not really.....experienced...

BTW, Zayn is finally tweeting more! Yay! <3

~Isabella(;