Think of It As Crazy -Harry Styles Fanfic-

Chapter 8

Very calm music today: http://8tracks.com/fede_27/thinking-of-you

"Seriously though, where did you go?" I asked after about thirty minutes of walking Grover around Harry's front yard. The sun made the lighting perfect, the green from the trees and grass made everything the perfect tone.

And of course, with Harry laying in the grass, his eyes closed and his hands behind his head, I had to snap a few pictures.

They came out perfect.

"I went downtown for a while to see some friends," he said quietly.

I knew he was lying. I knew it. But I didn't push him.

I sat down next to Harry, letting the long grass tickle my face. Grover ran over and held his head inches from my nose. Then he sneezed.

Dog boogers were covering my face.

"Grover!" I giggled, trying to wipe off all of the mucus from my cheeks.

"Yeah, you probably shouldn't let him get that close to your face."

Harry was acting unusually quiet.

"Harry." His eyes still weren't open, and he was frowning just a little bit. His eyebrows were pushed together. Like he was concentrating on something he wanted to see in his mind.

"Harry, are you okay?" I asked. I rolled over and landed on my stomach. I propped myself up on my elbows and pulled a stray hair away from his face.

It was blocking my view, okay?

Harry finally opened his eyes, the green surrounding us making his eyes even more green.

"You're so pretty," I whispered. I let my fingers gently pull at his curls.

The frown turned into a small smile.

And we just stared at each other like that. For a long time.

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That night after dinner we were sitting on the couch. My legs were resting on Harry's lap. Harry had the radio on some Indie station that I had loved before. I could tell why.

Harry had a book in his hand, that concentrated look coming onto his face again. I grabbed my camera and took a quick snap or two.

He didn't even flinch.

There was no title on the cover of the book. It was leather, and the paper inside looked worn and crumpled at the edges. Harry must read this book a lot.

But if he liked reading, where were all the books?

It was too small to be a Bible.

I took another picture, and then put the camera on the coffee table in front of us, where our tea sat.

"Harry, how did we meet?" I asked.

Harry didn't answer until he finished the page he was on. He put his finger in the book to hold his place, and turned to look at me.

"We met at a concert," he started. He sighed, as if he was 70 years old and he had all the wise-ness in the world and he was just going to tell me the meaning of life.

I waited for him to continue.

"We were both cold. It was an abnormally cold night actually. Really cold for a concert night. They were selling coffees and teas at the concession stands. You had a sweater and a very thick jacket on. And even then you were still shivering. You always were an extremely cold person. Your feet are freezing right now, aren't they?"

I nodded.

Harry chuckled before he went on, "You were in line behind me, and I could hear your teeth chattering. It was adorable. There you were - tiny little you, shivering in the cold. You had a really big camera dangling around your neck. It made you look even smaller. I turned around and asked you if you were cold. You nodded and smiled really big at me, like you always did for everyone."

'Did'.

"You looked so beautiful. I swear there was a certain glow surrounding your entire body. You were so small. You always have been. Compared to me, though, my guess is I looked like a giant..."

"Having fun so far?" I asked, still struggling to keep myself warm. I didn't understand how other people were wearing tank tops and I was shivering my arse off.

"Yeah! You?"

"I don't think anyone could understand how much fun this is for me." I started to jump around in front of the ginormous, curly-haired, green-eyed man to keep myself warm.

"Why?" he asked.

I smiled. Why did this really attractive guy want to know why this concert was so important to me?

"Because, to tell you the truth, I'm not supposed to be here," I said, leaning closer to him, like I cared that I wanted him and only him to know.

He laughed. Really loud. Which made me laugh. And soon our sides were hurting from the giggles. It was a beautiful moment. A stranger I had never met before had just made me laugh like literally no other person could.

He ordered his coffee, then turned around and asked me what I wanted. I told him my order, then before he could even reach for his wallet, I handed the cashier a 20.

"Hey, missy, the gentleman is supposed to pay!" the man said, a playful shine in his eyes. I giggled and rolled my eyes.

He grabbed our drinks and walked down the long crowded sidewalk with me.

"Who are you here with?" he asked. I smiled up at him. I wanted to take a picture of him so badly.

"No one."

"Mind if I tag along with the prettiest girl here tonight, then?" he asked. I'm sure my cheeks were already red as hell, but I blushed, "No, not at all, Mister."

"I suppose I should introduce myself then," he said, extending an hand, "Harry Styles."

That was a perfect name for such a perfect guy.

"Noelle Foster."

We shook hands, and then Harry handed me my coffee.

We found a spot among the many people close to the stage. I snapped pictures over and over again.

And then I couldn't help it. I turned and faced Harry full on, and took a picture of this beautiful specimen that I might never see again.

And then I laughed. And he laughed. And it was the best night ever.

Yes, I know that I said that I didn't have time to upload another chapter until the weekend, but I FOUND TIME AND I AM SO HAPPY THAT I DID BECAUSE I JUST CAN'T EVEN.

Ignore me. I can get a little cray a lot of the time.

ALSO- this week at school is a small week. We go to school Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, but because of student conferences, we don't have to go to school the rest of the week...

YESSSS!

I should be able to upload again soon.

Saw that three people are reading now... HOLY SHIT.

Love you guys! Madeline xx