Think of It As Crazy -Harry Styles Fanfic-

Chapter 14

"You have something especially awesome planned for today?" I asked as soon as Harry was able to drag me and Grover inside. I was sad to see that Harry left him in the garage once again.

"And can't he come out? I remember that you never left him in there before. I'm sure he didn't mean to bite me! He was just playing, Harry."

Harry just looked at me, his hands on his hips, looking very sassy. He was trying to be in a bad mood when he was very obviously in a giggly mood.

"Let him out, Harold Edward," I demanded. He let out a huff and turned away from me to open the door and let Grover in. I saw his little smile when he thought I couldn't.

Grover walked in like he was a king. I could just imagine him saying, "'Bout fuckin' time you let me in... Peasants."

I gave him a pat on the head and waited for Harry to answer my original question.

"Well," he started, in that childish voice of his.

He was in an extremely good giggly mood today. He had given up on the 'I'm mad' thing.

"We are going to somewhere."

I gave him a look, "You're not going to tell me again?"

Harry shook his head, a few curls falling out of place. I walked over to him and fixed them.

"I'm going to get dressed then." I walked away. I was still in my pajamas. I needed to take a shower. I knew my hair looked gross.

Harry grabbed my waist at the last minute.

"Let me savor this moment."

He kissed me. Softly. He gingerly pulled at my lip with his teeth. We just kissed. Nothing but our lips just rubbing together. Goddamn he smelled good.

I pulled myself closer to him. He became unbalanced but the table behind him caught him. He pulled me as close as he could, and I almost couldn't breathe, but I liked it.

Harry leaned away, smiled, and kissed my nose, "I love you."

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After I had showered and stolen some of Harry's vintage clothing, I made the bed, which smelled like him. I would've just sat there in his smell, but I was scared that Harry would stop showering and check up on me right as I flung myself onto his bed.

That would be embarrassing.

I looked at the lamp again. That stupid lamp. A memory was behind that lamp. Why couldn't I get it?

"Ugh," I groaned, sitting down at the edge of the bed.

"Noelle? Are you okay?" Harry called.

Damn, these were thin walls.

"I'm fine," I called back.

And I was better than fine. My heart had died every time Harry kissed me so far. My heart remembered. How come I didn't?

"You don't sound fine."

"Harry,continue your shower. I'm better than fine. Really."

His head popped out of the bathroom door; he was frowning. I smiled at him and waved. He rolled his eyes at me and went back into the bathroom.

I smirked and looked around the room. I wracked my brain, trying to remember something so I could be entertained.

I looked under the bed, where my underwear from the night I lost my virginity lay, a few of Harry's socks, and more vintage tees in a cardboard box.

"Harry, how many vintage tees do you have?!"

I heard him laugh, but there was no reply.

I pulled out the box and held up one of the shirts.

Wait, these were mine.

"What do you want for Christmas, love?"

"You know what I want for Christmas, dipshit."

We were sitting on the couch, my head in his lap. We were watching Netflix, but the actors on screen were having a commercial break sized make-out sesh.

"No, I don't," Harry objected, playing with a strand of my hair.

"Fuck you, yes you do."

"Noelle, I really don't."

I was embarrassed to tell him. Don't know why, but I was.

"I want a shit ton of vintage tees in my size."

Harry laughed. I scowled.

"Okay, okay. Do you know what I want?"

I shook my head. Harry never really told anyone what he wanted. He only made sure that other people got what they wanted, which was really sweet and adorable until it came to his birthday or Christmas.

"I want you forever."

I looked up into his dark green eyes. What else could a girl ask for? He leaned down to kiss me.

What a memory.

I did end up getting what I wanted.

I didn't want to think about Harry's present.

Harry came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

I desperately wanted the towel to fall to the ground. I blushed full on when it did. I turned away when Harry smirked at me. Mind you, I could only see his ass, but it was a damn good one.

"Thanks for getting me these." I looked down at the shirt I was holding.

"You thanked me enough that night."

I turned to look at him - thank the lord he had jeans on - just in time to see him wink at me.

Cheeky boy today, huh?

Okay guys, I hope you enjoyed! Who got to see 1DDay yesterday because AJ;LTRWJTALWJETR;LAEJTLAESJRLTJASIETJAESIJRT;EIWJATASEJTI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LARRY THO.

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Madeline xx