Think of It As Crazy -Harry Styles Fanfic-

Chapter 15

"Can we take Grover?" I begged. I pulled at Harry's hand under the table, feeling every centimeter of his fingers.

"Why?" Harry asked. He took yet another bite of the scrambled eggs I had made him. His thumb feathered over my small hand.

"Because why fucking not, Harry. Please?"

He wasn't looking at me for a reason. I knew that he would always fall for my 'pretty please' face. I remembered.

I grabbed his chin and tilted it towards my own. I pouted at him, which made a dimpled smile appear.

"Please?" I repeated. He groaned, "Okay, fine."

My pout was replaced by a smile.

"Yay! Thank you!" I called for Grover and danced around the kitchen with him for a moment with Harry's laugh as the music in the background.

"He will be able to roam around wherever we are going, won't he?" I asked. I tried to catch my breath for a moment as I leaned forward. Harry laughed at me again.

"And do not laugh at me Harry Styles, I am very out of shape."

Harry stood up from his chair and curled an arm around my waist, "I wasn't laughing at you, I was..."

"You were laughing at me, mister, I know you were," I said as I pulled him closer.

"I still love you, though," he whispered into the top of my head.

My heart swelled. I really loved it when he said that. If no one else in my family loved me enough to tell me the truth, then Harry must be the only one. That truly loved me, that is.

"Harry, tell me about the first time we said I love you," I insisted.

"That's where we're going, today, love. Just wait a while, okay?"

I nodded into his chest before looking back up at him. He connected our lips for a moment, smiling into the kiss.

Harry disconnected us and enveloped my small hand in his.

"Grab Grover and let's get going."

I called Grover and grabbed his leash as we left the house.

"Do I have to put a blindfold on?" I asked as I helped Grover into the back of the truck, resenting the thought.

"Can you handle your excitement?" Harry asked. I nodded enthusiastically in response. He laughed and opened the truck door for me.

As soon as Harry had plugged the keys into the car he turned on the radio and began to hum along to The Dead Sea by the Lumineers. I smiled as I remembered the song. Harry reached towards me and grabbed my hand. I curled my hand around his and pulled it up to my mouth, kissing it lightly.

"How long will this drive take?" I asked, my eyes closed. I was still tired. Even though I had gotten plenty of sleep recently, the fact that everything I close to me had a story behind it that I couldn't remember tired me.

"Actually quite a while. Go to sleep, Noelle." Harry whispered. He stopped at a stop light and leaned over to give me a quick kiss on my cheek.

Before I could smile back at him, I fell asleep.

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"Why are you always hanging out with these bad people?"

I groaned. My mother was always asking offensive questions like this. Why did I take pictures when I could be living a normal life in an office in New York? Why did I have these friends when I could have normal friends that didn't smoke weed? Friends that didn't do artistic and crazy things? Why did I love Harry?