outcasts. | harry styles au

twenty nine.

lennon stirred slightly in her sleep a smile making its way on her face, because she loved the position she was in right now. her body was pulled flush with harry's, his arm wrapped around her waist tightly with his face buried in the crook of her neck.

she could just imagine how cute he looked right now, with his messy bed hair. lennon opened her eyes to see the sun's rays filtering in the tent, with their warmth along with harry's she was pretty warm. not that she minded.

she could feel harry shift beside her, and could feel him hum on her neck. lennon smiled  stifling  a giggle because it tickled.

harry's arm tightened around her waist as he inhaled pressing his lips to her neck releasing his breath.  lennon let out a laugh finally, " len, lennie, len. oh lenn - on" harry sang to her in a raspy voice.

lennon rolled over in harry's embrace, getting a nice, a very nice view of harry's chest. she adverted her eyes up though to harry's face who's smile beamed down to her.

lennon tilted her head upward making her lips meet his. harry kissed back until they were both breathless. the way she liked it.

then it washed over her, what was going to happen. she had kept pushing it out of the way. storing it into a box in her mind not wanting to open it, because she didn't want to think about it.

but she had to face reality of what was going to happen.

the fight, or match whatever you call it was happening today. and her harry was in it. he could get hurt. he could get killed. all of these repetitive thoughts clouding her mind.

harry must have noticed her distraught for he tilted her chin upward again with his finger so she was looking directly into the eyes she had fallen in love with.

"everything is going to be okay, len. i promise you that, don't you trust me?" he asked.

at this point a tear has escaped her eye as she let out a shaky breath whilst nodding her head.

"yes, so much in fact it terrifies me." lennon confesses. 

the expression on his face softens, "your trust means a lot to me, lennon."

harry kissed her again first on her forehead, before kissing her on the lips. all these kisses. lennon snuggled back into harry's chest as he held her close. closer than what she thought was humanly possible.

they stayed there for a couple of minutes before harry declared they had to get up. lennon untangled herself from him, stretching before helping take care of the tent and everything from last night. after it was all put away harry started making breakfast, lennon watching from the dining room table sipping her tea.

she wanted to soak it all in, absorb it. this simple memory of harry making her breakfast. shirtless nonetheless his muscles defined in his back. the rising sun's light coming through the window above the sink illuminating his back as he cooked them some eggs.

all the while the radio was on some indie station with a song that was making harry hum.

"i saw flowers in your hair." harry sang along. his voice something you could listen to all day.

lennon sipped her tea as she continued to watch harry cook some eggs and sing along to the song. 

she got up though from her spot to make toast to go with their eggs. grabbing four slices of bread from the pantry she put two of them in to toaster, having to wait for the other two to be done.  harry's hand wrapped around her wrist and began to twirl her.

laughter fell from her lips as harry twirled her in the kitchen to the song which ended fairly quickly because apparently it was a fairly short song. 

harry smiled his dimple on show as he pulled lennon in close with his large hands intertwined with hers. lennon stood on her tippy toes and set a simple kiss on  harry's dimple making his smile grow even bigger.

lennon peered over his shoulder though to see that the eggs had started to burn, smoke rising quickly.

"um harry?" she said.

"what?"  he asked oblivious to the fact the eggs were burning.

"uh,  i'm pretty sure the eggs are burning." lennon stated. 

harry's eyes widened as he released his hold on her to turn to attend the indeed burning eggs on the stove.

lennon shook her head smiling at how easily they forgot about them, and how they would probably someday burn down the house by doing so.

someday.

the toast popped up, lennon taking them out placing them on the plates harry had already got out. popping the other ones in. lennon passed harry on her way to the fridge the egg situation looking a little rough. 

lennon just shook her head opening the fridge and grabbing the strawberry jam off the shelf. she walked it back to where the toast making was happening on the counter. but not before raising an eyebrow at the eggs on the way harry in return sending her a glare making lennon let out a laugh.

"want jam on your toast?" lennon asked harry getting out a butter knife out of the drawer.

"that would be dandy princess." harry answered. 

lennon rolled her eyes, because of his word choice. she finished spreading the jam on his toast, when her toast popped up. she spread the jam on hers and put it back into the fridge just as harry began to take the slightly burned scrambled eggs off the pan and onto the plates.

they each took a plate and sat down at the dining room table eating their breakfast's. harry told her jokes and funny stories in an effort to distract  lennon  to not to worry about tonight but she could see through the facade. 

she could see the worry laced in his eyes.

and she couldn't help but worry too, despite everything. how could she not?

-.-.-.-.-..-.-.-.-.-.

lennon and harry were brushing their teeth still in their pjs. well harry in his boxers and lennon in a pair of harry's boxers and a t shirt. lennon spit, watching the foam go down the drown before going back to brushing a second time.

harry kept making silly faces, lennon doing them back in return. they both spit once more, rinsing off their toothbrushes' placing them in tooth brush holder that held one yellow and green toothbrush.

lennon trailed behind harry out of the bathroom and into harry's room. lennon ran past harry and jumped on the bed ready to go back to sleep, and sleep all her problems away.  harry smiled at her actions when his phone notified him he had a message. 

he grabbed his phone off the nightstand, his smile turning into  a frown as he read the message. lennon watched as harry's brows furrowed and he ran a had through is unruly curls.

"what is it?" lennon questioned.

harry looked at her like he was contemplating whether or not telling her. running his hand through his hair again, he looked at her.

"your father is going to be there."

(hey guys, this is kinda late and short. despite that i hope you like it and have a good day slash night!)