Forever- Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Ch 19- Beautiful Sleep

Playlist For This Chapter:
-Like Jesus Does (Eric Church)
-A Drop in the Ocean (Ron Pope and the District)

Kaylieh's POV:

"Just lay still," I demanded as Harry groaned.

He had been puking his guts out for at least two hours now.

I had helped him get changed into sweats and his cute, little headband.

No! I'm mad at Harry. Stop this right now!

He was beginning to sober up, but we only made small talk.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?" he mumbled.

"You know that song, Irresistible?" I asked stupidly.

Obviously he knows it. It was on his album!

"Yeah, I helped write it."

I squished my nerves down just long enough to blurt out my question. "Who was it about?" I asked, my back facing him as I was in the kitchen, and he in the living room.

"Well.. It was.. well, kind of.. a-"

Before he could finish, he puked into the trash bin by the couch.. Again.

I walked over and sat beside him. I rubbed his back as he was doubled over in puking position.

Dang it! I was this close!

"I think that's all."

I gave him a puzzled look.

"I think I'm done vomiting."

"Good! I thought you were going to puke your insides out!" I laughed.

He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm going to go take a shower. Be back in like 10."

"K," I said not having my thoughts straight.

Here was Harry acting like nothing had happened, acting like we were a couple. But we aren't, Harry! Get that through your head!

I find myself wishing we were a couple though. The way Harry's hand was bigger than mine, yet they fit together so perfectly. The way his lips formed a provocative smirk and flashed a dimple. The way he new exactly what to say to make me feel beautiful.

I felt something cold slide down my neck. I reached for the necklace Niall gave me earlier and held it in my hand.

And then there was Niall. He new what to say to make me laugh. He knew how to make me have fun and live. He made me feel like I could be my own person yet depend on him when I need it.

There was so much to think about. At this day and age, any single person could kiss another single person when they share the right moment. This bothered me.

What if I didn't want my moment with Harry? Something keeps telling me to stay away from him, but I'm constantly finding myself getting pulled back in.

There's a reason I'm getting pulled in, but I can't figure it out.

Niall, though. I couldn't just drop him. I mean, I have some feelings for him, I think.

Harry pulled me from my thoughts when he waltzed back into the living room with only sweatpants and a headband on.

Sweet Baby Jesus.

"What's that?" he asked eyeing my neck.

"What's what?"

"That," he said pointing to my necklace.

"A necklace."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I figured. Who gave it to you?"

I tried to search for the right words. ".. Umm.. Niall.."

Yeah. Perfect words, my mind sarcastically noted.

"Oh."

"So who was that song about?" I asked awkwardly looking away.

"Doesn't matter," he muttered.

"Why doesn't it matter?"

"It just doesn't!" he shouted.

We rested in silence for a bit.

"Well, I'm going home," I said as I stood up to leave.

"No, don't. I'm sorry. Just stay here tonight.."

Was Harry Styles begging me to stay at his hotel room?

Excuse me for a moment.. Fangirling. Sorry, just give me another moment or two.

"Harry, I don't think I shou-"

"Please," he nearly demanded.

"Fine. I'll take the couch."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I said flatly.

"Mmkay.."

I grabbed a blanket from the hallway closet as Harry walked back to his room. I made myself comfy on the expensive couch. Just as I was about to fall asleep..

"Oh GOH!"

I jumped up as I heard his vomit hit the tin bin by his bed. I brushed his hair back from his sweaty forehead until he stopped puking.

"Thanks," he said quietly.

"Welcome," I responded equally quiet.

".. Umm.. Will you stay in here?.. You know.. Since I'm still sick.. It would make me feel better.." he stuttered.

"Yeah," I replied hesitantly.

He got up to brush his teeth, and I crawled into the large bed.

A few minutes later he slid in next to me. We both kept our distance and faced the walls closest to us.

I felt the mattress dip as he rolled over and faced my back.

My heart beat quickened. It shouldn't be though. I told myself to stop. Stop this. Stop the wishing he would hold my hand, kiss my cheek or be mine.

"My tummy hurts," Harry whispered.

"Well, don't throw up on me, please," I chuckled.

"I won't, but will you scoot closer?"

I blushed in the darkness of the bedroom. I scooted my back towards his chest.

He threw an arm over me and pulled my back up against his bare chest inhaling deeply. His fingers brushed along the skin of my arm lightly causing major butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

Without anymore words exchanged, we both drifted off into a beautiful sleep.


(A/N: Awwwee! Who ships Haylieh??? Who ships Nilieh??? Who ships Hessa?? Hehe! Sorry, had to throw that in there. After is the best fan fiction of all time. Just sayin. Ok, so my grandma is getting me a MacBook Pro for Christmas, and I've been super excited to get it.. Well yesterday she said I have to share it with my little sister.. Like no. Haha! Follow me on twitter || @1D_5SOS_myheart and VOTE VOTE VOTE!!
-Charley;)