The Styles Brothers | Harry Styles

Chapter 31. Daisie Smith

Harrys POV

I wake up by something pressing against my chest and I look down to find Elizabeth asleep. It takes me a minute to remember what happened last night. Wow, I can't believe I actually told her everything. It is nothing like me. If is wasn't her, I wouldn't have even thought of saying it. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. This is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I start brushing my hand through her hair and I can see a small smile appear on her lips. I can't tell if she is sleeping or awake. I put my arm around her waist and she makes a really cute noise.

Harry: ''Elizabeth?'' I whisper to see if she's awake.

Elizabeth: ''Mmh.'' She mumbles back.

Harry: ''Are you still asleep?'' 

Elizabeth: ''Yes.'' She giggles.

Harry: ''Okay then.'' I smile and close my eyes again.

Elizabeth: ''What time is it?'' She whispers.

I grab my phone and check the time. Wow. It's only half past five in the morning. How is it possible for me to even be awake at this time?

Harry: ''It's half past five, love.'' Did I just call her love?

Elizabeth: ''Oh.'' She says and stand up quickly. What the hell is she doing?

Harry: ''What are you doing?''

Elizabeth: ''I need to get ready for school?'' She says in confusion.

Harry: ''What? This early?'' Is she sick or something?

Elizabeth: ''Yea?''

She heads for the bathroom and I am left alone in her bed.

It seems like I've been in this position way to many times, but this somehow feels different. Everything seems different since I met Elizabeth again. I stand up and walk around her room. She have absolutely nothing interesting in her room. She has a MacBook, that is probably the most interesting thing in her room, Ive found so far. I keep walking around, but stop in front of the bookshelf that is placed in the corner of her room. I look through the books and i gasp when I see my favorite book of all time. I just thought it was all school books. I look through the other books and it really chocks me to see that almost all of my favorites are here. She does have good taste in books. I pull out The Books of Mormon and look through it. The books cover looks like it has never been touched, but when I open the book, I find dry water drops on some of the pages, which clearly means that she have read it before. I haven't read this in like almost a year. I have missed this, just sitting, or actually standing, and just read. I hear the door open and I almost drop the book, luckily, I don't. Elizabeth walks in with wet hair and only dressed in a towel. She doesn't look at me, she just quickly grabs a pair of panties, a bra and a few clothes. I giggle as she quickly returns to the bathroom. I open the book again and read through it. About five minutes later, I actually drop the book.

Elizabeth: ''Wha, what are you doing?'' I almost screamed.

Harry: ''No, no, nothing, I was just, looking.'' I panic a little as I pick up the book and put it back on it's place.

Elizabeth: ''Did not look like 'just looking' if you ask me.'' She huffs.

She is wearing a plain black high wasted skirt and a navy top with black dots on it. Her hair is dripping wet and her face is makeup free. She looks beautiful without makeup, just as I remember her back in England. Back there, the boys wasn't all over her and she didn't dress like this. Back then, she was the shy and quiet one with a pair of blue jeans and a over size black or red t-shirt. Back then, her hair was completely flat with bangs and she was wearing toms. Back then, she was so neutral. So, her. She doesn't look like herself, she looks like a, woman. Exactly what she is. A very beautiful woman. Her eyes is wide as she looks at me and her mouth opens as she is about to speak, but doesn't say a word.