Think of It As Crazy -Harry Styles Fanfic-

Chapter 13

The next day when I woke up, Harry was gone again.

I didn't move for a while. Just not thinking, half-sleeping for a few more minutes before I actually had to get up.

Then I got up and wanted to hide. What if the police got a warrant and they came to search the house when Harry wasn't here? What would I do? Sic Grover on 'em? Yeah  right. No matter how much Grove hates it, he will always be a pussy, as weird as it sounds.

I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I really looked at myself. The first time I've seriously looked at myself since Harry got me back.

Funny how I was scared to death of him and within the time span of a week I remembered him and how much he meant to me.

My eyes were the same crazy light-blue that could turn to the bottom-of-the-ocean-blue within minutes. I could feel the tired leaking from my eyes; they were still halfway shut. The dark blue and purple under my eyes did not look good. The crackled stain of old drool below my lip embarassed me as soon as I saw it, even though no one was home. My lips were very chapped. I needed chapstick ASAP.

Jesus, Harry had been looking at this the whole time.

Ew.

I opened the drawers below the sink and looked for something I could use to make my appearance look somewhat better. And I found my old bag that I kept at Harry's house when he was already asleep or 'unable' to drive me home. Or just when I didn't want to leave.

I opened it up to find minimal make-up supplies and chapstick.

I immidiately grabbed the stick and rubbed what was left on my lips. I was surprised that Harry hadn't bought me another container. He knew my lips were chapped. All he had to do was look at them. AND he knows that I can't go two days without it. He knows that.

I put the chapstick back and put away the old bag. As soon as I walked back into Harry's room I put on one of Harry's super old sweatshirts - they smelled so good - and grabbed my camera. Just because Harry was gone doesn't mean I can't entertain myself.

"Grover!" I called just before I opened the door to the garage. I heard him whimpering and scratching at the door before the word left my mouth.

"Hi baby!" I squealed as he practically jumped on me. I gave him a little kiss on the head and scratched him behind the ear.

"Wanna go take some pictures, Grove?" I asked him, to which he began to jump around extra crazily.

"Let's go!" I said. I opened the garage and followed the excited puppy to the woods behind Harry's house.

Within five seconds Grover had found a stick and was carrying it around like it was the most important thing ever, only dropping it when he decided he wanted me to throw it again.

I took as many pictures as I could. There were so many trees, so many interesting designs. The smell of earth made me almost high.

Okay that sounds weird, but it's true.

Then I tripped over a broken branch and I scraped my knee and when I was on the ground me and Grover took a selfie.

"Noelle!"

I turned and saw Harry running after me a scared look in his eyes.

"Holy shit, Noelle! You scared the shit out of me!" he yelled as he hugged me very tightly.

"HarryIcan'tbreathe."

"I don't care! You didn't say anything about where you were going and I was scared. What if they took you?" Harry leaned away from me and looked into my eyes.

"Um, excuse me, sir, but I didn't know where you went this morning." I pointed, rolling my eyes at him. I crossed my arms and looked away.

"It's a secret, Noelle. I can't tell you!"

I rolled my eyes again, "Fine."

"I'm sorry. I'm saving it for a special day," Harry pleaded. I looked back at him, then quickly aimed my camera and click.

Harry smiled, "I hate you sometimes."