Ghost of You // harry styles

Chapter 20- "We would have so much fun..."

I had just started squeezing the water from my shower out of my noticeably long hair with a towel when I heard my doorbell ring downstairs. Rolling my eyes, I didn't let the occurence interrupt me from drying my hair as I descended down the steps and headed for the door. I was surprised after I opened it because I expected to see my dad who had never returned after his daily bar visits, but instead I stood facing Harry who let himself in before I could say anything.

"Come in?" 

"You would've let me in anyway." He laid his jacket on the back of my couch and faced me as I joined him in the living room, his smile with dimpes and all.

"Would I have?" I pressed, raising my eyebrow.

"Yes, of course." He took my face in his hands, making me realize that I had never stopped gravitating towards him, and pressed his lips on mine. I wrapped my hands around his wrists and looked at him with a smile as we pulled away.

"If that's how I'm going to be greeted every time you come over, you can let yourself in as much as you want." I smirk at him and push him away slightly.

"Very flirty of you. If you had told me the first day we met that you were a flirt I never would've believed you."

"If anyone had told me that I'd ever be a flirt, I wouldn't believe them either. Then I'd probably either curse them out or maybe even hit them." I agree and he laughs.

"Good thing I never suspected a thing." He winks and then plops himself onto the couch, then pats the cushion next to him. I accept his gesture without hesitation.

"So, why are you here?" I ask more bluntly than I probably should, but Harry's so used to it that he doesn't even comment on it.

"What, a guy can't visit his girlfriend when he so desperately wants to see her?" He tries to lean in for a kiss, but I push him away with a laugh, realizing the distraction.

"No, he can. But you do realize that every guy says that when he has something that he needs to say but is too afraid to actually say it, right?"

He hesitates for a moment, opening his mouth to give another lame excuse, but sighing and putting his hands in the air in defeat.

"Fine, fine, you've got me. You know me too well." 

"Well, I should considering I'm your girlfriend."

"Then as my girlfriend, can you promise me you won't explode at me when I tell you what I'm about to say?" 

God help me.

"Okay..." I answered him, not too sure where this is going besides that it's going to be serious.

"Promise me." He pleaded.

"Okay, yes! I promise I won't explode but if you don't tell me soon then I may just break that promise." I whine impatiently.