outcasts. | harry styles au

twenty five.

the tarp was crinkly under lennon's feet, making a noise every time she moved.  the tarp that harry retrieved form the garage along with some paint brushes. she the watched as harry hauled over the paint cans setting them on the tarp a little off to the side of the giant blank canvas harry hung up from one of the beams of the ceiling it stopping just before it hit the ground.

she can't believe they were doing this. harry took a screw driver that was laying on one of the paint cans  and popped the lids off of all ten of them. the colors were so diverse, lilac, yellow, dark green, white, pastel pink, dark blue, black, red, and maroon. 

lennon was surprised that they weren't dried out from all the years they must have been sitting there despite being sealed up. this idea was crazy but exhilarating. harry handed her a paintbrush taking one for himself.

"ready?" harry asked about to dip it in the dark green paint. lennon's own brush hovered over the lilac paint.

"ready." lennon says before dipping her brush in, harry doing the same. then they both turned toward the canvas and began to make it not so blank. rinsing the brushes, changing the colors they dipped their brushes in the paint the canvas beginning to look like a beautiful world wind of colors.

lennon threw her head back laughing for she had just witness harry who was had not pay attention resulting in him tripping over his feet and falling to the floor luckily with out his paintbrush in his hand. his face flushed red as he lay on his back on the tarp protecting the wooden floor underneath.

"there goes my dignity." lennon heard him mutter making her laugh harder. he pouted at her from the ground.

"help me up." he demanded outstretching his arms toward her.

lennon raised an eyebrow staring at him with amusement, waiting. it wasn't her who appeared to be helpless from the ground. harry seemed to catch on.

"please." he added. 

lennon playfully let out an a exaggerated sigh putting her brush down carefully on the lilac paint can. walking back over to where harry laid she grabbed harry's out stretched hands with hers getting ready to pull him up when he pulled her down.

she landed on his chest her head merely missing harry's. she looked up to the curly hair boy with shock. harry just smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist her head directly over his heart. lennon felt so happy and content in harry's arms. she loved the feeling.

the feeling of being wanted. the feeling of being cared for. the feeling of significance for someone. she hoped harry felt the same way. she knew it, she could feel it. she was falling, falling hard for harry. with his little quirks, his touch, his ability to make her laugh, for being there for her when she needed to, for taking her in the city and carrying her when she became too tired. 

there were so many other things she could name, but most of all for just being harry. he made her life so much better in so many ways.

lennon could feel harry's lips ghosted over forehead making her snap out of it. 

"what are you thinking about?" he whispered. lennon looked back up at him pausing for a moment looking into his eyes.

"you." she whispered smiling. harry's eyebrows rose as his face twisted in confusion.

"me?" harry asked in disbelief. lennon lifted her head a little bit before nodding. studying his facial expressions feeling slightly nervous.

"what about me?" he asked clearly interested.

"you tripping over your own feet and falling." lennon lied smiling. harry's face fell cursing under his breath closing his eyes.

"i'm never going to live that down am i?" harry asked.