'Taste the rainbow (Harry Styles fan-fic)'

chapter 11: have fun with him

Veronica's POV

I smiled when I woke up and slowly got out of Harry's bed. I slinked over to my room and pulled on some black skinny jeans and a Pink Floyd flowy tank top. I slipped on my vans and pulled my hair up in a messy pony tail. "Well look at you." I jumped and saw the four other boys standing outside. "Hey guys." Niall was the first to snap, "So you and Harry?" I blushed and scratched my arm. "Yeah...." They all smiled and nodded. "Have fun with him." Louis smirked. "Guys, leave her alone." Harry made his way through the boys and shooed them off, closing the door behind him. I walked forward and snuck my arms between his, wrapping them around his waist.

He gently kissed my forehead and said, "So what are we doing today?" I smiled and glanced at my skateboard. "Oh I have just the idea..."

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"How the fuck do I ride this?!" Harry's screamed making his way down the drive way. I laughed and ran along side him. "You're doing great!" He just screamed some more and didn't move. "Harry!" I screamed looking ahead. "Harry!" He wasn't slowing. "Stop!" He shook his head. "No! I can't!" I sighed. "Harry! You're going to-" CRASH. He ran right into the gate, his body slowly sinking to the ground and the skateboard at his side.

I ran over and smiled. "You...." I teased. I helped him up and got the skateboard safely under my arm. "C'mon, no more skating for you." He just groaned and limped inside along side me. I fixed up a small scraped knee he had and helped him to the couch. "Totally no more skating." I sighed and grabbed my phone. "Here, I'll put in a movie for us." I put in Finding Nemo and unlocked my phone. Harry concentrated on the movie while I went through my messages. I texted Alan, we hasn't talked in a while.

'Hey.' I texted.

'Hi.' Woah. He put a freaking period and it sounded so short and brittle.

'You okay?'

'Fine.'

'You're using periods, you sure?'

'God, drop it Ron. Or are you even called that anymore?'

'What the fuck is your problem?'

'Harry.'

'What do you suddenly have something against him and I?'

'What.'

'Yeah, him and I are together Alan. Got another problem.'

'Bye.'

'Bye!'

I slammed my phone down and made Harry jump. "You okay Veri Pretty?" I nodded and focused back on the movie, snuggling up into Harry's arms. Around lunch time, I went up stairs and Skyped Alan. He accepted after quite a few rings. "What." He seethed. I examined his run down looking face with bags under his eyes. "Alan? Are you okay?" He grinned. "Perfect." I shook my head. "If you have something to say about Harry, say something now." Alan stared through the screen and sighed. "Look, I don't have anything against the guy, I just don't think you two are good together 's all."

I gaped at him. "Excuse me?" He shrugged. "What is wrong with you?!" I exclaimed. He raised a sudden bottle to his lips and I was able to make out the title, whiskey. "Alan! You cannot start drinking again!" He flipped me off and leaned in close to the camera. "You know what? The reason why I hate him so fucking much....is because I love you." And the line went dead. I stared at the black screen with shock. I was overcome with a sudden rage and began to tear up my room again. "Ron, Ron, Ron!" Harry's secure arms wrapped around me and held me close.

Once again, I had a meltdown. He brought me back to his room, gave me a shirt that I changed into, and held me close to him. His cologne smelled nice so I snuggled into him more and his calming scent. I closed my eyes and began to fell asleep. "Night Hazz..." I mumbled and felt him once again place us under the covers and snuggle me into him. "Night Veri Pretty." I smiled and every thought of Alan left my mind.

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