15 (Harry Styles)

Chapter 36: "What is it?"

I love when 1D gets interviewed by James Corden. First the dodgeball game and now this...^

Sam's P.O.V.

"Dad...you're still up." 

"Do you realize it's two o'clock in the morning?" He asked.

"Yeah, it was a double feature at the Drive In. Can Harry stay here for the night?"

"Yeah, but on the couch. Then you better get to sleep."

"Okay. Good night." I said trying to hurry him along. He went to his room.

"C'mon. I'll make you a bed." I said going in the living room turning on the light. I headed to the bathroom closet to grab some sheets then I got a couple pillows from my room going back to the living room. 

"I hope I didn't get you in trouble with your Dad."

"Don't worry about that, Harry. It's fine. It's not your fault. He'll get over it." I said beginning to make his bed.

"I can do that, Sam."

"No, it's alright I'm almost done." I said grabbing my warm fuzzy blue blanket putting it on top of the sheet.

"There you go, Styles. I know it's no king bed but it'll do. You could take my bed if you want-"

"No, the couch is fine. Thank you."

"Yep, if you need me you know where to find me." I said going to the doorway.

"Night, Harry."

"Good Night." I went in my bedroom cracking the door. I got ready for bed. I was just about to put my shirt on when I heard a soft knock on my door. I hurried and slipped my shirt over my head then I realized I had it on backwards.

"Come in." I said fixing my shirt.

"Hey, where's the- Sorry."

"No, no it's fine. I was just turning my shirt around. You were saying?" He thought for a moment then replied.

"Oh I was saying...where can I get a bottle of water and could I also bother you for another pillow?" 

"Sure, take whatever one you want and I'll get you water." I said going past him going to the kitchen to get him a water then I went back to my room. Harry was sat on my bed. I closed my door so the light wouldn't shine in my parent's room since they were on the other side of the wall.

"Thank you." He said when I handed him the bottle.

"You're welcome." I said sitting next to him.

"Hum..." I breathed out putting my head on his shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"Politics." He chuckled.

"Really?"

"No, I just thought I would say something smart."

"You are smart. Now what is going through that brain of yours?" 

"I was just thinking about love." I said picking my head off his shoulder.

"Why?" He asked. 

Harry's P.O.V.

"What is it?" She replied.

"What?" I asked again making sure I was hearing her correctly.

"What is love?"

"There isn't an exact definition of love."

"I know but...what is yours?" She asked. I thought for a moment trying to gather some kind of an explanation.