Nerdy Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 7 Soccer and Crushes

It had reached the time for deep talks between Bailey and me at our sleepover, you know, the time in the morning you can hear the soft chirps of birds preparing for morning, and beams of sunlight begin to protrude from the window, when your eyelids feel heavy as your entire body, filling you with temptation to close your eyes.

I was so close to falling asleep when Bailey smacked me upside the head with her giraffe pillow pet. “Ouch, sorry what were you saying?” I asked her.

"Before you dozed off, I was asking if you really do like Harry.” She reminded.

“Yeah, I like him” I admitted while failing to stifle a loud yawn.

“But, do you like, like him? Do you loooooove him?” she teased with her last burst of energy.

Before I answered, I pondered, do I love Harry?

I have known him all my life, always in one of my classes or another, sitting in the back so the spitball’s were harder to be launched at him. I remembered that one project we’d done together way back in 5th grade, I’d invited him over to finish it at my place, telling my mom it was for pure academic reasons, but I really just wanted to be with him.

Harry even made shortbread and brought it over.  I think that was the first friend’s house he’d ever ventured into.

That’s when I knew I like liked him.

I could picture his dark head of curls laying on his pillow now, probably sleeping soundly, his pink lips parted enough to see his large night retainer in his mouth with small snores escaping, his stunning green eyes closed tightly with his blankets tucked around his muscular torso, glasses perched on his nightstand.

He reminded me of Clark Kent, loser by day, yet superman by night, except his superman only shows when I’m with him. If only other people could see his brave side.

The way he stood up for me instead of protecting himself and fleeing when the gang approached him outside of Starbucks. He was shy and smart and incredibly sweet.

“Yes, I love him.”

I glanced over at Bailey who was sleeping quietly on the couch beside me. No use waking up the sleeping beauty that has a football (soccer) tournament tomorrow or since we’ve managed to stay awake to this time in the early morning, her game’s today. I guess I should fall asleep myself.

Accepting the fact that I loved Harry, I closed my eyes and drifted off for a short sleep.

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Bacon… Bacon…. I could smell it, I could almost taste it.  My eyes snapped open to see Bailey wide awake, wearing her ridiculous sheep slippers with the covers pushed down to rest at her feet, lounging on the couch watching cartoons with a plate of bacon and eggs in her lap.

“Your mom made us breakfast, it’s awesome!” she said between crunches.

I didn’t even have time to say good morning to her when I rushed upstairs to grab a plate.

“Mornin’ mom” I called to her while reaching to grab the steaming hot plate of eggs and bacon beside her, when she put her arm between me and my food. “You better cheer Bailey on at her game today.” She said accusingly. “But mum I hate sports…” I whined.

She shot me a look. “Fine, but I’m doing it for her, not because you told me to!” I said while snatching my breakfast from the counter.  I headed downstairs to join Bailey.

After carrying our finished breakfast plates into the kitchen, we needed to get dressed so she could drive us to her indoor football match, seeing that the January air was too cold for shorts and t-shirts.