Frozen (Harry Styles)

Chapter 22

October 2, 2013 - Los Angeles

Amy's P.O.V.

"No," I frowned, stretching my hands out, "One more time." I inhaled deeply, looking at Harry as he stood in front of me, shaking his head and pressing his lips together in an attempt to hold back his laughter.

Unfortunately, after him counting to three, I once again became unable to move due to being trapped between his arms, my hands securely held behind my back. I groaned, trying to set myself free because of not wanting to accept the fact that Harry won.

Which only caused him to laugh proudly as his arms tightened a bit around me, lifting me off the ground.

"Are you finally gonna surrender now?" A little kiss on my nose possibly had the intention to make me smile, but I just returned a glare instead, getting annoyed by a hair strand in front of my face.

I narrowed my eyes, thinking if there were any options left in my use. "Never."

"I can stay like this all day," Harry shrugged, looking into my eyes before momentarily dropping his gaze to my lips. I leaned forward quickly, frowning when he backed off surprised as I couldn't reach in time to bite him.

"So close."

"Behave," he warned and I laughed, seeing dimples appearing when a smile formed on his lips as he disapprovingly shook his head at me.

"You still don't win." I smiled, trying to look calm and not give out any signs that I've gotten a new idea in my head.

"I wouldn't say that." Harry frowned suspiciously in response of my silence, quickly closing the space between his legs.

Perfect.

There wasn't any need of a particularly extreme amount of force, so a simple kick on the back of Harry's knee resulted in him losing his balance, making us both land on the floor. Me on top, win.

Well, my joy didn't last for long as I saw Harry making a painful grimace. "You okay?" I asked quickly, a faint rush of worry going through me as I thought he might've actually hurt himself.

"I swear to God-" he grunted, shutting his eyes for a moment. "You're insane." He propped himself up on his elbows, moving his head from side to side.

"Everything in place?" I cringed, hearing a crack. One of the few things that has always creeped me completely out would be that weird cracking sound whenever people decide it's time to crack their knuckles. It's just scary.

A nod was all I received for an answer, my mind getting angrier with my immature self. "I'm sorry." I whispered looking down as I pouted thinking he'd gotten mad with me. Hearing Harry's chuckling, however, made me think the opposite as I pulled up my eyebrows confused.

"Don't be sad." he laughed. "Didn't you just win this round?"

"Well, yeah..." I nodded slowly. "Do I get a reward?" I laughed, remembering the things I had to do whenever he'd be the one winning.

Harry just squinted his eyes, clearly thinking of something. He sat up straightly, waiting for me to sit comfortably in his lap before speaking. "I'll call you baby." He whispered, his fingers brushing softly over my face before lightly tapping my nose as he smiled ecstatically at me.

"Uhh..." I trailed off cluelessly, trying to recollect my thoughts as he was clearly waiting for me to say something.

"I'll buy you flowers." he dragged on the words unsurely, nodding.

"Oh!" I jumped happily when it suddenly dawned on me. "Are we gonna talk for hours?" I smiled widely, seeing a pleased expression showing up on his face as I at last caught up with what he was reffering to.