This is just a follow up on your last chapter, 37. It may not be what you have in mind, but yeah.
Harry's POV:
"Kris, stop it!!" I smiled as Kris and I were in the park, just us, alone. Kris had just been imitating an old man that was walking by with his dogs and what appeared to be his wife. The man had been rambling on about something to his wife, while his wife nagged him about the fact of him causing attention in public. They were by far the most annoying and loud yet funny couple I have ever seen.
Kris had been quite funny, however the old couple had noticed her and walked away in the most pompous fashion ever. This just made Kris a lot more confident and continued imitating the old man.
"Kris, you're killing me! Stop!" Honestly, this was the most fun I have had with Kris alone. I rememeber the last time I had come to see her. Not good.
"What, Styles, d'ya think you could do it better?" Kris had put her 'you're-doubting-me-let's-have-a-challenge' mode on.
"Oh, I never said that," I said smiling at her. God, why couldn't she accept the fact that everyone can love. I need her and she needs to realise that. After a moment or two, I plastered a cheeky grin over my face and swooped her off of her feet, wedding style. She was pretty light, so it was quite easy.
"Styles, what the heck you loser, put me down!!!" She wiggled and her facial expression made her look like she was constipated. I chuckled. She changed her face into a death glare. "If you don't I will hurt you."
I thought for a second then stared into her eyes, mine melting into hers as she stopped struggling to break free. I wish she was mine. Then, in the heat of the moment, I started to lean closer to her face, my lips nearly brushing hers-
"HAZZA!!!!" I woke up to find Louis beside me, still in his onesie, and sitting on my bed.
Oh. It was just a dream.
In disappointment I sat up in bed, and Louis locked me into a bear hug.
"Why didn't you get up earlier? I missed you." Louis pouted. He was kind of weird sometimes, but I loved him.
"Sorry Lou, I slept late yesterday. Anyway, what are we going to do today?"
"Well, we need to go down to the recording studio, and after that, we can just chill here."
That sounded good.
I got up and headed to the bathroom. I glanced into the mirror; my chocolate curls appeared to be in a down right mess.
I quickly brush my teeth and take a shower. I quickly strip off my pyjamas and spray myself with some lukewarm water.
After scrubbing my body and hair, I changed my clothes and head downstairs. I greet the boys in a wave sort of thing; I didn't have the heart to express anything for now. I pour my cereal into a bowl and add the milk. The boys were discussing who had the better girlfriend. Then there was Niall who was awkwardly chatting about Kris. Why did I want Niall and Kris to be together so badly when I wanted Kris for myself?
I finished my cereal and the boys followed me to the car.As we walked to the car, we saw it plastered with post it notes.
What the actual fuck?
This has bound to be Kris' handy work.
We all got in and Louis started to drive. My mind was taken by so many things that I couldn't keep track of them. As we pulled up to the recording studio, my mind was set on one thing: letting all of my stress out in the songs. We got out of the car and I headed for the steps, miles ahead then the others. They may or may not have noticed, but I was in a bad mood for the past few days, and wasn't into anything at all. Some people call it stress. I call it 'le feels being smushed around' phase.
