You're Perfect to Me ( Harry Styles Fanfic )

Chapter 31

Harry's POV

Jenna had gone upstairs to take a nap when my mom, sister, and I sat on the living room couch. I could understand why Jenna's head hurt. The screams from outside were starting to give me a headache as well.

I don't want to call the cops or anything, that's a little too much. I mean I love my fans, they mean everything to me.

I took a sip of the tea mom made, knowing that it made me feel well at home again.

When I look back at all that has happened, with my dreams coming true, and being with the girl of my dreams, I ask myself why. Why me? How did I deserve all of this when millions of other people, probably much more deserving of this success than mine, could have had this instead of me. 

I also wonder, if I hadn't been in One Direction, would I have gotten this far? And a lot of times, well all of the time, the answer is no.

This dream hasn't been mine forever, and with the passion I had back then wouldn't have gotten me all the way here.

I'm so thankful, more than anyone could ever know, for everything. Literally everything. I regret nothing. Otherwise I wouldn't be where I am today. 

On the plane yesterday this was what was all on my mind. And when I looked over at Sophia in Jenna's arms, I knew. I knew that I never wanted this journey to end.

Especially without her.

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Jenna's POV

I woke up, again, however many times I remember waking up in different places, around 9:30 pm. I felt a little guilty not trying to spend my time down there. I haven't seen Anne and Gemma in so long.

My headache went away, thankfully, so I decided to head downstairs.

Harry and Gemma were sitting on the couch facing each other, looking into each other's eyes longingly. I'm guessing it was a staring game.

I turned my head to see if Anne was in the kitchen, which she wasn't so I'm sure she was already upstairs.

"Hey," I almost whispered.

Harry turned his head around to face me while Gemma was still in stare down mode.

"Hey," he responded with a smile.

"You better not be blinking, Harold," Gemma said.

"Don't worry, I never blink when I'm looking at Jenna," he cooed.

"Aw, how sweet?" she said sarcastically, "Now I'm gonna be off to bed before I get more disgusted."

I chuckled at her saying making my way over to the couch next to Harry. Gemma disappeared before we knew it and it was just us two.

"How are you feeling, babe?" he asked me with my heart melting every time he called me 'babe'.

"Better. Sophia is sleeping with your mom. She offered since I guess she thought I was going to sleep in my room," I smiled.

A smirk formed upon his face.

"My bed's pretty small remember?"

"I don't care if I have to sleep on top of you, I'm staying with you."

"Don't get me turned on, you on top sounds amazing, but it's my mother's home."

I playfully hit him in the arm.

"That's not what I meant," I laughed.

"I wish it was," he pretended to be sad.

"But it's your mom's house," I mimicked his voice from earlier.