Think of It As Crazy -Harry Styles Fanfic-

Chapter 10

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"Noey?" Harry's deep voice brought me back from my daydream.

"You do that a lot, you know," he said. I frowned at him, confused. His reply was a simple smile.

I chose to ask him about whatever it was later, and looked out the window of Harry's truck.

There was the book store.

Just as old and beautiful as I had just remembered. The bricks seemed to be very stable, somehow holding the aged, crumbling building up. I couldn't wait to get inside.

"Just like before." Harry whispered under his breath. I could tell that he didn't want me to hear that, so I ignored him. It was hard though. He was staring straight at me.

But what did he mean just like last time? Just like last time meaning my heart beat was getting faster at the thought of so many books surrounding me in an old and crumbling building? Just like last time what?

"Let's go," I said, making it obvious that I was ready to get some books in my hands.

Harry laughed, and jumped out of the truck, waiting for me at the sidewalk.

I was glad that I had brought my camera. Everything became so much more beautiful when Harry was in the same frame.

Harry smiled, biting his tongue, and gave me two huge thumbs up. I giggled and took the picture.

As soon as we entered the doors, the musty smell of old books and ink and coffee and elderly people filled my nostrils. Just like before.

I could feel Harry's eyes on me, waiting to see my reaction; waiting to see if it was the same. And I knew it was. My smile was big, eyes were wide. Everything was so perfect.

"Where was my favorite place to go look for books?" I asked Harry. He looked at my bright, beaming face and chuckled. He took my hand and pulled me all the way to the back. The back was full of dust and it was dark, only a few candles brightening it up.

"This is where all the cheapest books are. But in your opinion, they were also the best because they were books no one had ever read before and you just loved it."

"This is amazing," I said, "it's just like my own Narnia."

We searched and searched for books. Mounds upon mounds upon mounds of titles were looked through.

Harry seemed to have a certain taste. Long books with big words. He often only picked up the larger books, not even giving the smaller ones a second look.

I would read anything, though. If a book had an interesting name, I looked at it. If a book had a beautiful cover, I skimmed through it. If it was a book that I had heard of before, but never read or just forgotten, I easily threw it in our massively growing pile.

"Ready?"

I had just sat down with another novel. I was not ready to go. Not when everything was so perfect.

"Come on, Noelle, we have to go sometime. We've been here for three hours now."

I groaned, but three hours was a long time, so I held my hand up for Harry to help me up. His large hand curled around mine and pulled me up, but I didn't look away from the book.

There was a flash of light a moment later, followed by a series of clicks.

"Harry!" I giggled. When I looked at him, he was acting like I was a famous person, he the paparazzi. He kept taking pictures, the light flashing over and over and over again. His legs were too long for me to catch him while he pranced around the back area of the book store.

We didn't have to be quiet back here. That's how big this place was.

"Give me the camera, you dick!" I yelled, running as fast as I could towards the idiot that was blinding me with my own camera.

"No." Harry climbed up a ladder leaning against a tall bookshelf. I knew he only did it in order for me to catch him. Which I did.

I jumped onto his back and pulled him off of the ladder, and next thing I knew we were on the floor, laughing our heads off.

"I love you," Harry whispered, turning towards me and pulling at one of my stray, blonde waves.

I looked at him with a smile. What was I supposed to say back? I wasn't sure if I loved him yet. It felt like love, but what if that was just the feeling I remember? What if Harry never gets the old Noelle back? I don't want him to live through not having her anymore.

"What if you never get the girl you fell in love with back?" I asked, thinking out loud.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked. He propped himself up on his elbow, his fingers entwining into his hair.

"What if you never get the real me back, Harry? What if I never end up the same? What if I'm different for the rest of my life?" I asked. I was starting to tear up. I wanted to be the old me so badly. How come I couldn't simply just remember everything and we could be done with this mess?

"I've thought about this." Harry said, stopping my thoughts. His brows furrowed, that thinking  face appearing once again.

"I don't care. If I never get the new Noelle back. I won't care. The thing is..." he paused.

"What, Harry?"

"I've fallen more in love with you than the old Noelle. Going back into the memories that we had and seeing you remember them all over again. Just seeing that on your face. Just the fact that you are you, but somewhat different."

He stopped again. I let him think.

His eyes closed in concentration. I could tell that this wasn't easy to explain.

"I don't know. I can't describe it. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you, Noelle."

I smiled at him, a tear falling down my cheek. No matter who I was, no matter what I did, this beautiful man would always love me.

"Don't cry, honey," he said, cupping my face with his massive hand and wiping the tear away with his thumb.

"Come on. We should head home."

Harry grabbed my hand, pulled me up once again, and smiled at me. I smiled back.

"Could I kiss you?" Harry asked. I nodded, "Just like last time."

His lips brushed against mine. His hot breath seeming to warm me up in the slight cold of the back of the store, where there were no bodies to warm it up. He bit my bottom lip softly, pulling at it vaguely.

"You're so beautiful," Harry whispered before he connected our lips. He was so soft, not rough at all, like I was a butterfly. If he rubbed me the wrong way, I would be unable to fly.

He just kissed me. Perfectly. Right there. In the book store. Where it was perfect.

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