Just you and me (harry styles fanfic)

Chapter 1:

I slowly sit up stretch, yawn and open my eyes to find the light shining brightly through the windows burning my eyes and a cold chill running through the room making me wrench and throw myself back in the nocks of his neck and his strong arms automatically wrap around my waist while a strong scent of alcohol feels my nose and me trying to shield my eyes with his dark curly brown hair. I hear him take long slow breaths as he sleeps and snores quietly. I then move my head, eyes closed so it's resting on his shoulder whilst rubbing circles on his pale chest with my finger tips while I ball up between his arm and body to keep myself warm.

I lay there for a moment taking in the moment before looking to my right and seeing 7:00am on the alarm clock. I literally jump out of bed and tiptoe into the shower so I make sure I don't wake him up but knowing him it wont, even if I start jumping up and down on the wooden floor. I know I'm definitely going to be late for school but I rush anyways. I quickly turn on the water and jump in and screeched as the water burned my skin I quickly turn on the cold water and wash my hair and body with whatever I could find.

When I jumped out I wrapped myself in a towel and walk into the bedroom and looked at the clock which red 7:40am. Had I just been in the shower for 40minutes? Soon after that I thought 'I'm already going to be late might as well take my time.'

so I got dressed slowly, eyes closed trying not to trip whilst putting on my black skinny jeans (while jumping around like a lunatic) from last night and searched his wardrobe for a shirt. I find a simple plain white t-shirt. I put it on and tuck it into my jeans and match it with one of his plain black jackets (that reached the end of my finger tips) and Converses. I have my own shirt and cardigan but I like wearing his clothes even though its big it smelt like him. A very sweet protective smell.

I walk to the bathroom of the ensuite and stared at my reflection thinking "why is he with a person like me? He can have and be with everyone in the world but he chose me... Why? I've always doubted whether I was good enough for him. I'm uninteresting, not pretty at all, clumsy as hell, not perfect and don't compare to all the girls that basically throwing themselves at him everyday!"

I shake off the ugly feeling and doubt and try to flatten my dark brown slightly curly hair which reached just pasted my shoulders because honestly it was a mess and I try to at least look presentable to go out in public. I had blue eyes and was kinder short for my age (I'm 18 by the way.) I then take out my bold red lip stick from my bag and wrote him a message on the mirror letting him know we're I am and that I'm ok...

"Dear Lazy Baby Hazza,

I didn't want to wake you so I walked home and soon to school (or I'm at school right now depending on what time u wake n read this... Trusting u it would probably be 12:00 at the least) anyways text me when u wake... I Love you always n forever which ever lasts longer...

...... xoxx"

I have one more attempt to fix my hair by running my fingers through it and decided it was unfixable until I got home. So I put on some eyeliner and light make-up on my face (Harry likes a natural look) and walk slowly to him who is still fast asleep and wonder how he still is but shaking it off. slowly I lower my head, closed my eyes and left a slow and lingering kiss on his forehead and whisper "I Love You" into it.

I hate saying goodbyes even though its for a little while even if its for a minute I hated being away from him he made me feel safe... Like no one would hurt me. I rub my fingers from his forehead then to his cheek rubbing small circles in his cheek with my thumb.

I then grab my iPhone from the bedside table and my bag off the floor and walk out taking a quick glance back and then close the door behind me.

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