Why do I love you? (Harry Styles fan fiction)

Mermories with you

I wake up at 10am in the morning for no reason.So many things twisting kind in my head.So many questions in answered.

I look over at a topless Harry who is laying in the same bed as me.

Visions of last night flash in my head and I look down at my right hand which has a familiar pain running through it.I soon remember punching Dylan

I look over at Harry laying next to me with his arm slumped over my waist and his mouth open and hot breath hits my face,a strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes.His unruly curled hair tangled in all directions,I just want to run my hands through it.

I just have undressed him last night,I remember now.The way I run my fingers along his torso,once I took his top off of him.

He wasn't much help as I undressed him,so tired very annoying.

It makes me wonder how we ended up in the same bed as me though,I'm not saying I'm not a happy about that because I am.He must have walked down the corridor into my room last night.Maybe he needed some comfort,I remember his mum telling me he suffers with nightmares.

I gently lift Harry's arm off of me and place it next to him.I slowly raise my body off the bed,careful not to wake him.I stop moving when he stirs before turning his head to face the other way.I scoop up Harry's top from laying hit and pull it over my head,tugging it down my body,I'm sure he won't mind.

I went to bed I my bra and knickers last night,I guess I didn't expect Harry to come into the room.

I sigh in relief as I watch him as I tiptoe and climb off the bed.Slowly making way out of the bedroom,cursing as the stairs creak under my feet.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs,I rub my the sleep out of my eyes. I catch a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror,oh gosh I look dreadful.My hair is tangled into a messy bun,my eyes puffy and bloodshot and I feel awful.

As I make my way into the kitchen yawning all the way. I flick the kettle on and quietly grab a mug out of the cupboard,grabbing Harrys superman mug.

Plopping a tea bag into the cup,and filling it with hot water with 2 inches to spare at the top.I milk into it before stirring and chucking the spoon into the sink.

I head into the living room and sit myself down in the corner of the sofa.My head is pounding this morning and I didn't even drink anywhere near as much as Harry.Id hate to think how he feels this morning.

I've been living at the Styles mansion with Harry for a month now.Ive been sleeping in their spare bedroom.

I've found it hard to get used to Harry's ways and the how he is to his mum but I've managed it.He's been treating me really well,there's never a dull moment with Harry.I feel relaxed and free to say how I feel to him,whether Harry agrees or not.Each day I feel we're getting closer.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to him.His personality can be a bit off sometimes but I know he doesn't mean it.

I've been trying get him to bond with his mum a few times it's still proving to be difficult but with time,I think it will mend.No matter how stubborn Harry may be,I hope I can help him and his mum.You can tell he cares and loves for his mum but there is still a sour taste.

Harry has taken me out on several dates.We've been to the cinema,the local fair,a few parties.I think I'm starting to break Harry's hard shell down now,conquering his demons.Any bump we come across,Harry always seems to be able to get round them and even them out.