The Boy In The Beanie (Fetus Harry Styles)

My Little Star

I wake up not knowing where I am, then I look around and realize that I'm in Harry's bed. I'm alone. Harry walks in with gym shorts, wet hair, and a Rolling Stones tee shirt.

"Sorry, love had to get a shower."

"It's fine."

"Did you rest well on my chest?" he asks with his cheeky half smile.

"Umm yah." I blush.

"Harry, what time is it?"

"7:00."

"Oh my god!" I say, jumping off the bed and checking my phone.

Three missed calls and a text from my dad. I'm in trouble.

"Why didn't you tell me what time it was? My dad is going to kill me when I get home."

"But you look so adorable when you sleep." he says walking towards me.

"Harry, I have to go."

"Could I walk you home? It's dark out."

"No, I'll be fine."

"I'm walking you home." he says, grabbing his jacket.

"No really, it's fi-"

Harry cuts me off and says,

"I asked you the first time to be a lad, now I'm telling you that I'm walking you home."

"Fine, thanks."

We head out and I look up, the sky is filled with stars.

"My father used to say to me, 'Son, love is like the stars, sometimes you see it and sometimes you don't, but it's always there.'"

"Wow, your father is wise." I say.

"He is but I choose to live with my mum."

"I switch out between parents, somedays I'm here with my dad and others I'm with my mom."

"How often do you go with your mum?" He asks.

"Whenever. I try and keep it equal between my mom and dad."

We get to the house and we're standing in front of the door, I need to talk to Harry about how quickly our relationship is going but after all that happened today I don't think I can. I simply say,

"Goodnight, Harry." and open the door.

"No goodnight hug?" he asks, with a pouty face I swear he looks like a four year old.

I give him a hug and when I do he whispers in my ear,

"And a kiss?"

I pull away and say, "My dad is probably still wondering where I am I gotta' go. Bye!"

"See you tomorrow and sweet dreams."

I close the door.

That night I go to sleep wondering what tomorrow will bring, wondering if I can put my little star on hold. Harry is love therefore like his father said, Harry is a star. Harry is my star. Which makes him my love. I don't know if I can break a star that shines so brightly or break a heart that beats so loudly.