Chapter 13

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I woke up to the sound of her laugh, as I softly grunted in annoyance, but in the good kind. I heard her say my name, not in the calling kind of way but like "Oh, Harry," while she laughed and laughed until there was no tomorrow. I found it so beautiful when she laughs--it was definitely my kind of music to my ears. She laughs differently unlike the other girls I know, who would fake a laugh just to impress guys but there was only one laugh I'd never grow tired of, and it was Ava's. 

I opened up my eyes slowly, as I saw her watch something on my laptop as I softly chuckled at her reactions.

"Morning beautiful," I groggily said as she leaned and planted a small kiss on my forehead, which made me pull her closer to me. As she did, I made sure to hold her tighter than ever and she didn't actually budge, she just kept giggling at our sudden actions.

"Morning, Harry." She giggles with her gorgeous smile and her glowing eyes sparkle before me. I wish I could just live like this forever. With her, that is. But that leaves me with the question of will she even agree?

I am falling deep and hard and I don't think I could even stop it or pretend that nothing's even going on with me. It's quite hard to hide shit like this and I haven't been feeling love since...forever. I don't have a family anymore or even friends to turn to, for help. I guess I never deserved any kind of love.

She's one of a kind, I knew that already. She is something else and I won't let her go that easily.

She looks at me and I look back. Silence took over but it was the good kind, nothing awkward or anything, just pure silence. Our own breathing was the only thing that's heard in the room. She moves her hand and traces it to my inked body. It was obvious that she loved my butterfly tattoo, since she always traces it first and I've known about her love of my inked body as well. She always says it to me, and I kind of hope she would just say that she loves me as well but I don't want to pressure her or anything. I might be crazy now to think that she even likes me back but I daydream about her that she does.

"Harry." She said as I stared at her eyes and her lips. She looked as if she was thinking about something deep or some shit like that.

"Something wrong, love," it turned out as a question as she closed her eyes for a good two seconds and opened it again. I held her hand.

"I think I'm getting fat." Those words kept repeating in my mind as I thought of laughing in front of her. She didn't look back at me after that as she stood up and left me in my room. I sighed at the thought of her saying that, and even thinking of why and how it's a bad thing. So I arranged the bed and freshened up a bit only to talk about what she just said. I was definitely not happy with it but I'm not mad either. I was just curious of why she even thought of it as bad news. She should know of how I feel but it's not the right time, I'm still thinking of how I could tell it to her without making things quite weird.

I went straight to the kitchen and saw she was making us breakfast. I walked to where she was standing and gave her a back hug as I see her smile light up a bit. I nuzzled my face on her neck as I breathed deeply.

"Ava, you are the most beautiful person I know. And I'm not just saying that because I'm your roommate or anything but it's true. You aren't even close to the word fat. And if you really think you are getting fat, so what? You will still be as beautiful as before, when I met you." I said as I could feel her smile on the way. She turns around as her hands rested on the crook of my neck as she gave me a kiss on the forehead, then on my cheeks, then she suddenly stopped as we stare at each other. She gives me a reassuring look as I only nodded. My hands still wrapped on her waist. And what happened next was the most amazing thing to me. She kissed me. She got me weak in my knees as we fell down, laughing at ourselves as we continue where we left off. I started to chuckle at her sudden actions. Knowing that she still has to leave for work, I won't even get to put any effort on her having second thoughts to just stay in for today.

"Why don't you call in sick today," I stuttered in the kiss as she somehow grunted in annoyance. She was playful today, and I love her for it. She wouldn't want anything to stop our kiss when we do it, no excuses or anything. She doesn't like it, even from me.

"Ava, I-I" I stuttered as I grabbed her and lifted her up to the kitchen counter. Her legs open wide as I was in between. I could feel her nails dig on my back as I tried to stifle a laugh. She pulls away slowly as I was craving more of her.

"You were saying," she gives a warm and cheeky laugh as I run a hand through my hair.

"I just remembered you had work and I thought you want to watch something with me and just call in sick today." I rub my hands up and down her bare legs.

"Harry, I only started for a week in this job." She laughs as I gave her bum a squeeze, earning another kiss from her.

"Now, I can't let you off easily."

"Come with me then." She said as I followed her in suit and headed to the bathroom. I guess I knew what was happening next. Another adventure with Ava seemed so surprising and so breathtaking to me, and I wouldn't miss it for the world. We heard her phone buzz as she said it was only her sister. It might be important, I thought to myself.

"Aren't you going to take that?" I asked.

"After."

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It actually took me three hours to look for a meaningful job, with good money. But I guess I'm stuck with the last thing on my list, the bookstore. Good thing about this was that I love books. I'm actually with Ava on this thing, we like books more than movies because they change 90% of the shit that is in the book which is fucking true. I found out that this store was the only place in the bay area that had Harry Potter and all the shit we kids want. So I took the chance to see how it looks like and if the owner is a good one.

I had a good and calming chat with the owner, Mr. Traynor, who was delighted to even see me in such a short glimpse. He never stopped talking about his wife, who was out at the moment buying groceries or even doing the wife-y stuff with God knows what. I even remembered him say that he had some plans for her which were sweet, to be honest, but I knew nothing of the kind. I knew nothing of how to even impress a girl, or worse Ava. By all the things he told me, I grew rather scared of how I'm about to even do a good thing out of this. I wanted to do something for her for all the stuff we've been through for the past month or two. I know I was going too fast so I tried to keep on my game and not wreck anything we have between us.

Mr. Traynor asked how I handle my work, and somehow I made the man laugh at all I've told him. I'm not a perfect person when it comes to working my ass off at something I haven't experienced yet but I'm really good at being myself, for all I care. And yes, it has worked for me for as long as I could even remember.

"You can start tomorrow. Hope you feel grand." He said as I gave him a hand, one last time, and headed back. I knew I had to be patient with Ava but there was something in her that I want to know, that I want to explore.

I walked in and saw her at the kitchen counter with my t-shirt on. So I wrapped her in my arms. "Hey, babe." And I saw her surprised look, and a familiar face at the end of the room. I see a woman dressed in an outfit I saw before on the tv.

"H, this is Margo, my sister." my hands still wrapped around her waist as I slowly pulled away only to give her a hand. This was awkward.

"Margo, I've heard so much about you." I said as she smirked.

"Believe me, Styles. I've heard a lot more about you." She sits down on the chair and looks at the both of us, not even saying a word.

"Oh." Was all I could say to her. So I looked at Ava, who was already looking at me. "I should give you guys some time alone, I hope I didn't interrupt anything," and her look suddenly went down. "Nice to meet you, Margo. Hope you feel grand here."

And so, I left. Feeling bad for it, as well. I shouldn't have done that. What the hell was I even thinking? I totally fucked up.





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