Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Pinkie Promises or How Harry Styles Ended Up In My Bedroom

Hi everyone, a very short chapter today, but I hope you still enjoy it. :) All the love, Summer xxx

When Harry rang the doorbell at five, I was ready to go. I had spent about an hour trying to figure out what to wear for the wedding the next day and had settled on a white shift dress with a sort of elegant flower pattern on it which seemed to be appropriate for a wedding. I just hoped I could eat in the dress because food was always one of my top priorities.

I opened the door, a bit out of breath because I had just skipped down the hallway from my bedroom. "Hi." I gave Harry a wide smile which he returned. "Hi, love." He pulled me into one of his famous hugs. He was wearing a green shirt with some weird flowery pattern that had probably cost more than my monthly rent for the flat.

He let me go and I smirked. "Nice shirt." He tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes at me. "I am not sure if you just complimented or insulted me." I gave him an innocent smile. "Just to let you know, it's a very good quality shirt that I'm very fond of." He did a twirl and I laughed at him. "And it's probably from some fancy designer. Who is it today? Yves Saint Laurent? Burberry? Calvin Klein?" I asked with a wide smirk. Mature as he was, he stuck his tongue out at me. "Actually, it's Gucci, Claire. You really need to work on your fashion knowledge." I chuckled. "What for? I'll just ask you, the men fashion expert." He shook his head at me, but couldn't suppress a smile.

"Alright, enough teasing. Are you all packed?" he asked me and I nodded. "All done. It took me forever to choose the right dress, but I think the one I chose will work. And hopefully you'll approve as well, Mr. Fashion Expert." I teased him. Harry rolled his eyes, but followed me towards my bedroom, his eyes wandering over the photos on the walls. When he entered my room, his eyes widened. One side of my room was completely covered in photos. I loved photography and hadn't been able to resist. It was a wide mix of photos that I had taken and photos I had found online.

There were a few photos of him and the other boys as well and I hoped that he wouldn't notice them. "You like photography?" Harry asked behind me while I checked my room one more time for something I could have forgotten. I chuckled nervously. "I can't really deny it, can I?" I asked with a nervous laugh. He chuckled, too. "Not really, no. It's just something I didn't know about you, I guess." I smiled a bit. "You don't know a lot of things about me." I told him and turned around to face him.

He rolled his eyes. "True, but we have a couple of hours to waste on the drive up to Leeds, so maybe we can use that time to get to know each other a bit more. For example, maybe you could explain to me why you have a bunch of photos of me and the boys next to your family photos in the very middle of your wall?" He grinned down at me and I blushed deeply. "Only if you tell me something about you as well."

He hesitated a bit, but then nodded. "Deal. Now, let's get going, otherwise we'll never make it to Leeds." He picked up my bag, ignoring my protests, and walked out of my room towards the front door. I made a quick stop at the kitchen and grabbed an apple, some chocolate and a bottle of water because I hadn't eaten since breakfast and was therefore starving.

Harry eyed the chocolate in my hand and raised one eyebrow. "Healthy choice of a snack, Claire." I stuck out my tongue at him and he laughed. "I haven't had any food since breakfast and I am starving so don't judge, Styles." His amused look changed into one of concern. "No food since breakfast, Claire? That's not very healthy." I sighed. "I know it's not, but I was a little bit busy today." Harry gave me a very concerned look. "It's very important to eat enough, Claire. Promise that you'll try to eat a bit during the next few weeks, even when you're stressed." I smiled up at him. "I promise." He stuck out his pinkie "Pinkie promise?" I grinned and hooked my pinkie through his. "Pinkie promise." He grinned down at me and we both burst out laughing at our mature actions.

He opened the passenger door for me and I hopped into the seat and buckled up. Harry gently closed the door and walked around the front of the car, pulling his long hair into a messy bun. I would never get enough of looking at the fascinating phenomenon that was Harry Styles. He opened the door and gracefully climbed into the driver's seat.

"And off we go." He started the car and the radio turned on, ironically playing 'Perfect. We both looked at each other and burst out laughing. This was gonna be a fun ride. I quickly sent Louis a text, telling him that Harry had agreed to be my date for the wedding tomorrow and asking how Phoebe was doing, before I chucked it into my purse and joined Harry as he loudly sang along to his own song.