Two Me's and Only One Harry Styles.

Chapter 1 (Jaz&Vic)

"Harry! Harry! No! No!" I scream, squealing a high pitch laugh as I take off running away from the clumsy idiot who has managed to tangle himself in left over party streamers that once were hung up across the living room.

He's much quicker now than he was a few years ago since he has those damn long legs of his, but when you grow so fast it leaves you a bit clumsy. His feet don't always point straight when he walks all the time so every other step he will sometimes trip over his own feet.

Which was exactly what happened 5 seconds ago, before I landed harshly on the coffee table. His left foot turned slightly inward, his right foot catching the bent foot and his body flew forward straight into me as he chased me with a slice of cake in his hands. Surprisingly the cake managed to miss me, hitting his aunts shoulder instead, as we fell together ontop of the coffee table.

It was a loud thud that stopped everyone's chatters, movements and senses. All eyes turned to us, heat radiating my flushed cheeks, I held my breath to keep myself from laughing. My shoulder blade throbbed and my left thigh was numb but how everything happened just seemed hilarious to me.

My legs dangled off half the coffee table, Harry's knee jabbed firmly into my shin, his head rested on my bicep, body casually draped over mine.

"Harry! Get off the poor girl! You're squishing her!" His mum yelled, a laugh escaping afterwards.

"I'm so sorry." Harry softly whispered, laughing silently his breathed hit my cheek in fast patterns. Warm moist lips met my cheek, his body lifting off mine and we both got up.

"You two are always so clumsy, what broke this time?" Anne asked curiously.

"Nothing, mum!" We both yelled at her. Our eyes caught each others gaze and we chuckled under our breathes.

This is how 4th birthday parties are at the Styles Residence, his nephew Dylan was the guest of honor and since I practically am part of this family I was invited first, his girlfriend kindly declined, stating she would drop by later before the party ended.

"Auntie Tor.. You promised we would play Duck Duck Goose. I want to play. Please can we play now?" A small hand grabbed my own and I looked down to see a little boy who I did in fact promise to play a game with after the cake slicing.

"Alright, my favorite! I'm first!" Harry announces, his smile wider than ever and I can't hold back my own smile from forming. "Everyone outside for a game of Duckie Goosie!"

I have never laughed so hard in my life, "it's Duck, Duck, Goose." I correct him and follow all the participants to the backyard.

"Whatever." He chuckles and begins to help set up everyone in a circle on the grass. The kids talking and bickering amongst themselves as I plant my bum next to the same boy whose hand I still held. "Listen up!" Harry whistles loudly to gather all the kids attention to him.

He proudly grins down at the wide circle of kids, feeling much at home I presume, with an audience surrounding him.

"I'm going to go around atleast once, patting your heads and calling you a Duck, and once I go around once one lucky person will be Goose, that chosen person will get up and chase me around the circle and back to the same spot in hopes of being faster. Got it?"

"We know how to play, Haz! Let's play already!" One of the kids groan and I can't help but giggle as Harry frowns.

"Duck!" He calls, placing a hand ontop of little Susie's head first, I know the names of half the kids here but for some reason the next kid he places a hand on escapes my memory.

We've played this game at every kids birthday party and everyone knows Harry always Gooses me first, the first time around he doesn't look me in the eye, never, as he 'Duck's' me and goes around the circle tapping heads.