Inked [Harry Styles]

xvii. jealous surprises

I was sat in the small play park on a sunny yet breezy day with a blond haired princess. The way she wrapped her raspberry chapstick lips around the strawberry enticed me and made every fibre in my body come alive.

I couldn’t help but stare, stare at the girl who meant the most to me.

I bit my lip whilst I watched her every move like a hawk hunting its prey. When she realised that I had been analysing like she was some kind of bird she turned to face me, her sapphire eyes dancing with happiness.

“What are you doing?” She asked seductively, lipping her lips whilst leaning closer and closer to my beet red face.

“N-Nothing,” I stuttered my incoherent words making her smirk.

As the distance between our two lips became smaller I fluttered my eyes closed and waited for impact but it never came. Instead I heard a silk voice whisper in my ear,

“Harry,”

The voice suddenly became more real as it kept repeating itself, it was almost like I was in a dream and someone was trying to wake me up…

“Harry?!” I stern voice entered my ears and the duvet was pulled off my body and the sheer frostiness of the air made me shiver.

I reluctantly opened my eyes to see the ‘blond princess’ staring down at me with her dainty hands placed on her cotton covered hips. Her lips were settled into a straight cold eyes but the twinkle in her eyes still remained.

“What do you want Evelynn?” I croaked, my morning voice sounding somewhat ‘sexy’ but Evelynn would never notice that.

“Have you forgotten?” She reprimanded me, slightly reminding me of my mother when I forgot to wash the dishes or clean my room.

“Forgotten what?”

“That we leave for America in less than an hour and you still haven’t packed,” She motioned her hands towards my unfilled suitcase and I groaned.

Evelynn had got the coveted job as our official photographer therefore she was touring with us which meant that I was getting several phone calls at 3AM from an excited Evelynn nattering about how excited she was.

“I’ll try and pack whilst you have a shower, you smell,” She ordered me and I tumbled out of bed and onto the black carpeted floor, landing with a loud thud.

I glanced sheepishly in Evelynn’s direction, attempting to gain a look of sympathy. All she did was laugh and point to the bathroom over in the corner in my organised but much cluttered room.

I stumbled to my feet and sighed heavily before grabbing a soft towel from the heated rack outside the door and heading into the tiled bathroom.

While I walked I pondered about the surprise I had planned for Evelynn when we got to the airport, thinking about how it would make her jump with joy and hug me until my ribs were broken in two.

-Evelynn-

As Harry was showering, I flung various items into his oversized suitcase which I thought he would possibly wear. At one point I accounted a pair of brightly coloured swimming trunks which he had worn before because all the green’s, pinks and blues were not as bright as they were originally, so I put them in.

As I passed a reflective surface I tightened the ponytail that I had formed on the back of my head. I also glanced at my grey sweatpants and baggy knitted jumper and made sure that they were the right length over my legs.