Unpredictable 》h.s.

Chapter 11

It is 8 o'clock and Harry and I are sitting on the couch. He is watching a football game shouting for Manchester United to score. He is really into it and to be honest, it is kind of cute to watch, especially when he's frustrated when a mistake is made. I'm not into watching sports though so I pull out my phone and open my notes. I start making a list of all the little things I like about Harry, starting out with when he furrows his eyebrows causing a crease in between them. I type away listing everything I could think of and smile when I almost finish. Before I can finish typing my last sentence, I am jerked out of my comfortable spot on the couch.

"YAH WE WON!! WE DID IT! WE WON MIA WE WON!!!" Harry hoistes me up onto his shoulder and is spinning me around chanting in excitement. It is getting hard for me to breath because I am laughing so hard and yelling at Harry to put me down.

He lowers me upon the floor and on his face holds the hugest grin, it is so cute and contagious I can't help but smile back at him. Another thing i'll have to add to my list, his amazing dimpled smile.

I pull out my phone again not wanting to forget to write it down, but honestly who could forget his smile. My phone is pulled away before I have a chance to even open the app.

"Excuse me missy, what do you think you're doing? We were having fun and then you walked away with your phone." He gives me a playful look waiting for me to answer but I don't.

"Fine then, if you wont tell me then I'm going to have to look for myself" He sprints off trying to get away from me but I quickly follow after him. "No Harry! Give it back! Please don't." He isn't listening so I decide to jump on his back and he ends up droping my phone. Instead of bending over to grab it, he holds my legs tightly and sprints throughout his house.

I'm scared he is going to drop me due to how fast he is running so I hold onto him tightly burying my head into his neck. Before I know it, we are in his bedroom and he jumps onto his bed landing on his stomach and explods in a fit of laughter. I roll off his back and lay next to him, not being able to contain my laughter either. My stomach hurt so bad that I am now actually coughing instead of laughing. Harry moved on top of me and is pretending to give me CPR which only causes me to cough even more.

I try to breathe but still can't get myself to calm down. That is only until I feel an explosion of butterflies storm throughout my stomach and a warm pair of lips press softly against mine.