Hey Angel. //h.s//

//All Shook Up//

Harry's POV:

How do we keep kissing? How do I feel so compelled to kiss her lips every time I see her? She just looks at me with her doe eyes and I'm putty in her hands. I pull back from the kiss to take a breath, as I look at her with dazed eyes, lips still puckered out, mine still stuck in the mould of hers. Her eyes are opened fully, lips curved up after our embrace.

After another hour of singing and laughing, her eyes begin to lower and a yawn escapes her mouth. 'C'mon, let's get you home' I chuckle.
'I'm not tired' she whines, pouting her lips. Stop doing that or I will kiss you again.
'That yawn says differently' I reply.
'Fine, let's go Styles' she yawns again. We grab our things and put our lyrics into her bag, switching off the spotlight and exiting the theatre. We walk out into the dark night and head down the street.

'Where do you live? Oh don't worry about the cars, we can pick them up tomorrow.' I say, moving onto the outside of her so she isn't walking by the edge of the pavement.
'Uh, I live near the cafe we were at this morning, just around the corner from there. Yeah sure that's fine.'
'Let's go then' I say linking our fingers together, so I'm holding her hand.

'You have warm hands' she smiles to me and looks down at our hands,
'Thanks, guess I have good circulation' Jesus Christ, what am I saying? As her feet come to a halt, I realise this is her stop.
'This is me' she smiles, but it gradually fades.
'Goodnight Grace, sleep tight' my dimples protruding in my cheeks, she pecks me there and pulls away looking into my eyes.
'Goodnight Harry' she smiles back to me and walks up her stairs, opening the door striding into the apartment building. When I finally see that she's gone, I turn around and amble away heading for home.
Entering my apartment, flinging my keys at the side desk, pressing play on the answering machine.

*Hey Haz, it's Jack just letting you know that it's tomorrow be there at 9. You know where Max lives so I guess I'll see you there. Drop me a text to let me know if you're coming, also feel free to bring someone if you want. Alright, bye.*

Oh yeah, I kind of hoped he'd forget to ask me so I didn't have to go. I could bring someone as I usually go alone. Who am I going to bring though? Grace? No, she won't know anyone there.

*Hey Harry, I noticed I took your phone. Do you want me to bring it over? You're probab-'

'Hey Grace' I answer half way through her message.
'Oh hey Harry, I just realised your phone was in my pocket, do you want me to bring it over?'
'Um, yeah that would be great. I live round near Jesse's, there's this massive old apartment building. You'll notice it trust me, then I'll buzz you in' I smile down the phone as I get to see her again, okay so I may or may not have slipped the phone into her pocket. You can't leave fate up to this shit, they're way to fucking slow.
'I'll be right over, give me 20 minutes'

'See you then love' I hang up and take a look at my apartment, it's clean, enough. I slowly stalk to my bedroom, hanging my jacket on the coat rack as I pass it. As I enter my room, with it's blue walls and wooden floor. I fling myself onto my bed, taking off my tee and slinging it to the floor, leaving it crumpled in a mess. Just as I'm about to put my pyjama top on, the buzzer goes off. I walked back to the door and pressed the button to speak to her.

'He-llo' I say, separating the syllables of the word
'Hi, can you let me in?' she asks quietly, as if trying not to wake the neighbourhood.
'Yes, password?'
'Harry, stop fucking around and let me in' I can tell her teeth have now been clenched together.
'Close, it's password.'
'You're a fucking idiot'
'Offended'
'Cold'

*Buzz* the smirk set deep into my face as I let the poor girl in. I hear her trudge up the stairs pacing herself on the amount there is. After hearing her knock twice, I swing the door open, to see a rose cheeked girl that now looks a little flustered for some reason, her eyes wandering down my body. I'm not wearing a shirt, am I?