Just Harry Styles one shots. I will be inviting friends to submit their one shots here if they wish. It will be like our little fair. Friends sharing one shots and having a good time. an invitation to people around the world to contribute a piece.
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His adorable and crazy laugh rang through our living room, echoing off the walls. It was the laugh he only did when truly comfortable. When he felt safe, and secure, away from the prying eyes that always followed him whenever we left. It was the laugh that I knew he reserved for me, and me alone.
Of course, the sound made me laugh more than the movie we were watching on TV. To be honest, I didn't even find the movie all that funny, but Harry had been cackling maniacally since it started.
I twisted my head awkwardly to look up at him. Laying in his arms, my back to his chest, I was completely comfortable and sated. Peering up at him, his smile wide, the dimples in his cheeks popping, he was completely adorable. Again, he laughed, and I couldn't help but giggle at him.
Looking down at me, he narrowed his eyes playfully.
"Are you laughing at me, or the movie?" he asked, giving my side a gentle pinch.
Of course, I responded with a noncommittal shrug, turning my attention back to the screen. This only urged him on, causing his fingers to dig into my sides. I pulled away, giggling while scolding him with choice profanities, reaching to pull his hands away. It didn't work, of course. If anything, he only held me closer.
This had been our back and forth for most of the evening. It was one of those rare days where we could actually be together without interruption. No calls, no studio time, no auditions for films. We hardly ever got time like this with each other, but for some reason today Harry was adamant. When he suggested a whole weekend together of nothing but movies, walks and general 'coupledom' as he called it, I had to admit I was skeptical. He had made these suggestions before, and each time, life got in the way. Or at least, his life. The life of parties, and cameras and celebrity. I didn't grudge him any of it, because I knew what I was signing on for three years ago when I finally agreed to go out with him. He had pursued me for weeks, but I swore to myself never to get involved with someone in the spotlight. I knew how they ended...I read the tabloids.
