Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 30

Songs:

One Million Bullets: Sia

You Send Me: Sam Cooke

Friends: Ed Sheeran

Is This Love: Bob Marley

Earned It: The Weeknd

A La Nanita Nana: The Cheetah Girls

Ro's POV

"Harry, I'm so tired," I complained, pushing his hand away from my face as he tapped my nose to keep me from falling asleep.

We've spent the last ten hours trying to keep me awake. After my shower, we had an interesting conversation about time zones, which I had never realized until now that they bothered me. Then, he decided to keep me awake by keeping me well fed, cooking everything he could with the ingredients in my fridge and pantry, he even resorted to giving me orange juice, knowing it made me hyper.

Now we are in the middle of an "intense" scrabble game and I had to admit, he was pretty good, though he wasn't the one who suffered from a head injury so I wasn't at my best. Niall did heal me, but I still had a killer headache from my head being smashed into a brick wall.

"Come on, you're just being a sore loser," he gloated.

I leaned over, running my hands over the board, messing up all the pieces. "Oh, look, earthquake," I laughed, sitting back against the couch.

He pushed the game aside, jumping on the coffee table and onto me, making me squeal and laugh. His long fingers dug into my stomach, moving them around until I let out a loud shriek followed by a laugh. "I told you if you didn't behave I was going to tickle you," he reminded me as he continued to torture me.

I bucked wildly under him, trying to fight him off, but I was useless when I was being tickled, I had no control of my own body. "Alright, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please stop," I shouted at the top of my lungs through my loud laughter.

He continued for a few more seconds until he finally stopped, placing his hands on his thighs while he watched me try to compose myself. I took deep breaths, settling myself back down, crossing my arms over my body to try and protect myself from any further attacks.

"I'll tell you what," he smiled, getting off of me. "We can watch a movie and after that, you can go to sleep, I promise."

"Deal," I answered quickly before he changed his mind.

"Great, we're watching Titanic," he laughed, looking through the 'T' section of my movies.

"No," I groaned, peeling myself off the couch and over to him. "That's like the longest movie ever and it's disappointing, every time you'd think Rose would be a little considerate and share, but she's selfish and let's, Jack die, every single time."

"You know it's a movie that was filmed like seventeen years ago right?" He turned to look at me with a raised eyebrow, movie in hand. "No matter how many times you watch it, it'll always end the same."

I flipped him off, stalking off to my room, laying in the middle of my bed so there would be no room for him. I always preferred the edge closest to the wall, ever since I was little, but tonight, or today I should say, I'll make an exception.

He walked in, smiling, turning on the floor lamp before he proceeded to turn on the flat screen and put the movie on. "You know, if you don't move over, I'm just going to have to cuddle you," he grinned through his words, obviously finding this amusing.

"No, you would not," I countered, not bothering to move. There was a fifty, fifty chance that he wasn't bluffing, but on the off chance he was, I wasn't going to let him win.