Teenage Dirtbag

Chapter 25

-Hazel-

I taped my Harry styles poster on the wall.

"Fetus," I smirked.

"What?"

"It's fetus."

"Oh," Harry smiled.

I decorated the plain bed with all my Harry styles items he gave me.

"I feel weird sleeping with a blanket that has your face on it," I told him.

"That's why I got it," Harry laughed.

"Along with all the other stuff," I added.

I walked to his room, and flopped on his bed.

"You have your own bed for a reason, you know," He said, following me in.

"Okay, I'll go back to mine then."

"I never said that I didn't like you in mine," He told me, smirking.

"Are you flirting?"

"You tell me."

I hugged his pillow.

"Harry, why do you always smell good?"

"I don't know, why? Should I smell bad?"

"No. I like your scent. It's fresh and minty, with a hint of cologne."

He chuckled and sat down by me.

"Do you know what you smell like?" Harry asked.

"Poop?" I responded laughing.

"No," he grinned, laughing along.

"I don't know. I've been told I smell like candy or flowers, you know, the classics."

"You smell like peppermint," Harry said while messing up my hair.

He ran outside and I followed him.

"HARRYYY," I shouted.

His curly hair stuck out from behind a tree.

I don't think he noticed, so I pretended to play along.

I acted like I didn't know where he was, until I ran and tackled him.

"Dang Hazel. You are good. Just don't touch the curls," Harry smirked.

I sat on his stomach and refused to get up.

"You know, sitting on me doesn't hurt," Harry looked at me.

I messed up his curls until it got to the point where he rolled over and sat on me.

"Ow, Harry, you are heavy."

"Are you calling me fat?" He grinned.

"No. You are all muscle, and muscle is HEAVY."

"I was going to say, I may be a lot of things, but fat is not one of them," Harry smirked.

"Flashback Friday," I laughed.

Harry got off of me and helped me up.

He leaned against a big oak tree in his yard, putting a hand over me.

"Why can't you be shorter?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it's the shoes, and your shortness."

"Harry you are 5'11, I'm 5'6. That's like 5 inches difference," I explained.

"You are so taller then 5'6.."

"Nah. I'm 5'6."

"That's debatable," Hs replied.

Louis and Eleanor ran up behind Harry quietly.

Louis ripped off Harry's shirt and ran with Eleanor.

"LOOK AT ME, I GOT HARRY STYLES SHIRT!" He screamed like an obsessive fan.

Harry's lips fell into a smirk, while slightly laughing.

"You know, I like you shirtless. It's an improvement."

"Does it make me look hotter or something?" He questioned.

"Very."

My back was leaning on the tree, with Harry facing me.

He leaned into me and we finally kissed again.

His face was perfectly in lined with mine.

I got this tingly feeling in the bottom of my stomach.

Louis and Eleanor were watching us from the side.

"Are you guys done yet or ...?" Louis asked.

Harry wanted to keep kissing me, and I wasn't going to stop him.

His lips were incredibly soft and just the right size.

"Whoa..Eleanor get the hose," Louis whispered to her.

Eleanor turned the hose on and blasted us.

I screamed and ran after Louis.

Eleanor kept blasting Harry with the Ice cold water.

I chased Louis around the outside of the house about twice.

We both stopped for breath and watched Harry dance while getting sprayed with hose water.

I took a few pictures and posted them on twitter with the caption:

"Waterstagram."

Harry pulled me to him, still shirtless.

"Harryy, you are all Wet," I whined.

"Would you like a hug?"

"Not now," I laughed.

Harry pulled me close and kissed me again.

Eleanor blasted him in the mouth with the hose until he stopped.

Louis and Eleanor ran inside laughing.

I jumped up on Harry, wrapping my arms around his neck and he held me up.

He kissed me just below the ear, but above the neck.

"Classic Harry," I smirked.

"What?"

"Everyone knows that's your favorite place to kiss a girl. Above the neck, but below the ear," I replied smiling.

I hopped off of him and walked inside.

Louis looked at me, along with Eleanor.

"What?" I stared back.

"Your hair is frizzing, and you look like an overdone version of Avril Lavigne," Louis laughed.

I ran into the bathroom and tamed my hair down.

My makeup was running all over my face, and I looked scary.

I fixed that too, and opened the bathroom door again.

While walking to my room, I logged onto twitter to check my feed.

Harry stopped me at my door.

"You stole my quote, stealer."

"Oops," I smirked.

I walked to the kitchen and searched for something healthy to eat.

"HARRY," I shouted.

"What?"

"There is barely anything healthy to eat," I complained.

"We can all go get some stuff, if you want."

"Okay, I'll grab my money."

Harry went to get Louis and Eleanor, while I grabbed some money out of my song journal.