Chapter 10
*Harry's POV*
Ugh, I'm so tired. I feel hungover.
Oh wait.
I slowly opened my eyes. There was someone next to me.
She was already awake.
"AAAAAHHHH," I screamed.
"AAAAAAHHHH," She screamed back.
"Jacquelyn?! Why are you on my bed?" I asked, still shocked.
"First off, you're seriously not happy about this, because last night you told me I was hot and all you wanted to do was get in my pants. Second, how about a "THANK YOU" for driving you home from the bar last night?" Jacquelyn seemed pretty heated.
"Oh, but I thought Lou came to drive me home?" I asked.
"He did. I tagged along. Against my will, of course...." She started. "Ok, now that I'm done being snippy with you..."
"Heh," I giggled.
"What?" Jacquelyn asked.
"Snippy," I said, "that's a funny word....."
"Ugh, you are such a child...but anyways. Louis talked to me last night. He said that you had feelings for me...is that true?" Jacquelyn looked hopeful for an answer from me.
Well this couldn't be more awkard. I mean, I really love her, but what if she doesn't feel the same. Also, I tend to be flirtatious, so what if she is the jealous type?
"I do," I started nervously, "But they don't really matter because..."
"Because what?" She said, cutting me off, "Because you always have other girls wantig to get with you? Because you are afraid of commitment? Because you think that I don't love you back?" Jacquelyn was becoming even more heated than before.
"Well maybe other girls DO want to get in my pants! And maybe I AM afraid of commitment! But what the hell does it matter to you if you have a problem with these things?" I shouted at her.
"BECAUSE I DO LOVE YOU BACK, AND YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT BECAUSE ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS YOURSELF!" Jacquelyn yelled.
"YOU DON'T THINK THAT I FEEL THE SAME WAY? I HAVE NEVER STOPPED THINKING ABOUT YOU SINCE THE DAY WE KISSED. SO WHAT IF OTHER GIRLS WANT TO BE WITH ME? SCREW THEM, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, JACQUELYN MONROE!"
I pulled her in and passionately kissed her. She responded by kissing me the same way. I could feel sparks flying as the fireworks went off in my head. I pulled away.
"Jacquelyn, will you please be my girlfriend?" I pleeded, getting down on one knee on my bedroom floor.
"You promise you won't have sex with any other girl? And that WE will decide when we are ready to do it?" She asked, very seriously.
"I solemnly swear!" I said in a mocking tone.
"Then yes, Harold Styles," Jacquelyn mimiced my voice, "I will be your girlfriend!"
We continued to kiss, smile, laugh, and love. Suddenly, the door creaked open. Louis walked in, not noticing what we were doing.
"Ok, I'm going to go make pancakes downstairs. If you guys want any, just let me.....OMIGOD! ME EYES! ME EYES! PLEASE KEEP ALL CLOTHING ITEMS ON AT ALL TIMES!"
"Relax, Boo Bear, we weren't going to do it! Go make your pancakes!" I said. Jacquelyn and I were laughing really hard.
"Ok, you kids have fun. WINK WINK!" He winked and smiled at us, then left the room.
We were going to have fun. Just me and Jacquelyn. Forever and always.
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