If It's What You Want A Harry Styles Fanfiction || h. s.

Chapter 22

This is a slightly longer chapter to move the relationship along a bit. Please read, comment, and vote! I would love to hear people's thoughts about this relationship and the direction of the story.

What is that noise, wondered Ashley from somewhere in the mist of sleep. When the sound refused to be silenced, she became fully awake realizing someone was pounding on the front door. The sun is barely up on the horizon. What the hell? This better be important. If it's Steve again, I am going to kill him, she thought.When she looked through the peephole, all she saw was what appeared to be a paper bag. In the remaining haze of sleep, it didn't make sense to her. As she was about to answer the door, her phone rang. Running to the bedroom thinking it might be her aunt she stubbed her toe and let out a string of curses. The display indicated it was Harry. She had removed the auto-reject from his number before going to sleep.

"Are you at my front door?" she demanded to know.

"As a matter of fact, I am at your front door, but you won't answer. I don't know what's going on in there, but I heard lots of naughty words."

"You caused me to stub my toe."

"Let me in and I'll kiss it."

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Yes, do you?" he said matter-of-factly.

"You are being a smart ass."

"May I come in?" he asked with a smile in his voice.

"It's too early and I'm too grumpy."

"Open the door and I'll make it all better," he said with a suggestive tone.

She hung up on him and debated whether to let him in. She truly was feeling grumpy and incredibly tired.

"I have donuts," he said loudly.

"It will take more than donuts," she said as she swung open the door.

"I am happy to accommodate. Just tell me what you need."

"To sleep. Why are you here so early?"

"I couldn't wait to see you."

"Here I am. Can I go back to sleep," she said flopping down on the sofa.

"You'd really rather sleep than have a hot donut and chocolate milk with me?"

"Do you know how long I'm going to have to stay on the stair stepper to work off all these donuts we've been eating?"

"I love curvy women," he said smiling.

"These are going to result in more curve than you bargained for," she said taking the bag from him. "I have to have coffee if I'm going to stay up."

"Have you talked to your aunt yet?"

"No, I was planning to call around 7. Have you seen Uncle Raymond?"

"I have. He seems to be doing fairly well. I think you'll be surprised."

"Thank you for taking the time out to visit with him. I'm sure he appreciated it."

"Yesterday I saw Steve and a couple of people at the hospital I hadn't met. That guy is quite protective of you," said Harry sitting down next to her and placing a hand on her knee.

"What did he say?" she asked.

"Something about parts I'd be missing if I did anything to hurt you."

"Oh god. Sorry about that."

"No, no. I admire loyal friends like that. It's good to know someone has your back unconditionally," he said squeezing her knee. "Want me to make your coffee?"