Under the Upper Hand --(A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Five: Sometimes

Chapter Twenty-Five:
Sometimes

Harry didn't mind the sleepover. Though he barely knew Danielle and Eleanor at all, he seemed to like them quite a bit. After I came home with them, he ordered pizza for us all. For a while he hung out and laughed with us, but went into his/our bedroom early in the night to give us some "girl time".

Danielle, Eleanor, and I were spread out across the living room floor, munching down on pizza that was left since Harry ordered way too much. It was really nice to catch up with the both of them and reconnect.

The girls had on matching black shorts and light blue tank tops on. Eleanor's hair sat tucked in a bun, while Danielle's a long ponytail. I was wearing these silly fuzzy pink pajama pants Gemma got me a while back along with a black tank top. My blonde hair was styled into a side-braid.
"So how far are things with you and Harry?" Danielle asked intently. I blushed a little at the mention of his name. Eleanor grew very interested.
"Well, it's really good. We've been dating a little over a week and we've been living together longer than that. I think he's really good for me... We could last a while." I explained and the girls' expressions perked up greatly.
"Have you kissed him?" Eleanor asked, and as always I grew shyer.
"Yes, I've kissed him."
The girls ooed and ahhed.
"Have you said I love you to one another?" Eleanor asked next.
"No! We haven't actually! It's only been a week." My voice rose a little.

Danielle shook her head at Eleanor in disapproval.
"Give them some time! It'll happen soon." Danielle said, but then went on and on about how perfect we were for each other. I just laughed, smiled, and nodded, but really I was beginning to stress the first time we say I love you to each other. It can't be a huge thing, can it? It's not that big of a deal.. But then I started to dwell on exactly what love is. Did I love Harry? I really did like him, but maybe I didn't love him quite yet. Love is a strong, meaningful thing probably reserved for people that have been together for more than a week. The best thing is to let that come naturally, so I let my head return to the sleepover.

The night rambled on, and before it got too late, we decided to go to sleep. It was decided that Eleanor takes the mini couch and Danielle and I both sleep on the floor, covered in blankets, resting on pillows. We all said our goodnights, and before long I felt myself shifting away into blissful dreams of Harry and our new relationship.
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The morning came, and the small apartment was filled with light. I was the first one to wake. I shot up from my sleeping spot on the floor and looked to the both of the girls whose eyes were still sealed shut. Careful not to wake anyone, I slowly stood up and shuffled my way over to the bedroom.

Carefully, I opened to the door to reveal a sleeping Harry sprawled out on the bed. I stepped into the room, shut the door, and silently tiptoed over to my boyfriend. I slowly laid beside his shirtless, resting body and draped a bit of the cover over myself. I snuggled into him and kissed his bicep lightly and tried to close my eyes. The truth was, I didn't sleep well last night. It was difficult without Harry by my side. Now that I became accustomed to his presence at night, I didn't want to go without it.

I slept a few minutes before vigorous beeping went off on Harry's phone. My eyes opened and he sprung up quickly. I turned to face him to see that he was smiling softly right at me.
"Good morning." I whispered as he wrapped his arms around my body.
"I missed you in my bed, Emma. It took a while to fall asleep." He explained in a hushed tone. His silk lips connected to my collarbone and left a trail of delicate kisses. I could feel the electricity in me rise to an astronomical level.

I didn't speak. I just allowed him to keep leaving me kisses. My eyes snapped closed.
"You're being a bad hostess. You're in here with me while your guests are out there." His attention refocused to my neck.
"They're asleep, who cares?" I growled, making Harry laugh wholeheartedly. All the kisses stopped and I looked up into his eyes.
"Sometimes you're cute." He said with one of his smiles that made his dimples poke out.
"Sometimes like when?" I asked, which made him laugh again.
"Sometimes like now when you act like I'm the only thing that matters. That's cute." He stated and leaned over to peck me on the lips. Afterwards, he stood up out of bed and began to dress for work.