Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Mick Jagger Or How I Failed At Multitasking

Hi everyone, I hope you're all doing well. I am enjoying my newly gained freedom after my exams are over and went to Fantastic Beasts today (if you haven't watched it yet, I would absolutely recommend you to watch it because it's fantastic -no pun intended-) and will finally do some Christmas shopping tomorrow. This definitely isn't my best chapter, but I enjoyed writing it and I hope you still like it. All the love, Summer xxx

To say that Harry looked different with his new hair cut was an understatement. We were at his house, lazily lying on his sofa together, after a nice lunch with Anne and Gemma who had decided to spent the afternoon going shopping. They had invited me, as well, but Harry had used his best pout and puppy eyes, so I gave in and decided to spent the rest of the afternoon with him, however not before I had agreed to go out for a girls day with Anne and Gemma in the near future. 

We were lying together on his sofa and Harry's fingers were drawing lazy patterns on my back, while my head was resting on his chest. "You're very quiet, are you alright?" he asked quietly and I felt him press a light kiss to my hair. Humming, I lifted my head and looked at him, his now short curls sticking into every possible direction, but he still reminded me of someone and I bit my lip to keep the grin from appearing on my face.

Apparently I was doing a terrible job at hiding my amusement, because a frown appeared on Harry's face while he was trying to figure out the source of my amusement. "What are you grinning at?" he asked me and pushed a lose strand out of my face, watching me intently. "You remind me of a young Mick Jagger and, even though I am sure that this was somewhat your intention, it's kinda weird." I giggled and shifted my weight onto one hand, using the other one to run my fingers through his hair. "Don't worry, it'll only be for a week or so, before it's gonna get really short. A proper British soldier WWII haircut." I chuckled at his description and leaned in for a kiss which he gladly returned. 

After we had pulled apart, I rested my head back on his chest, just enjoying the rising and falling sensation of his body underneath mine, our hearts beating in sync. "When do you have to leave for the film?" I asked him after a short silence and I felt him sigh underneath me. "Next week, about a week before your birthday." he replied, sadness but at the same time excitement in his voice. "I am so proud of you for being in that movie with these amazing people, but I will miss you so much." I admitted quietly. 

I had gotten so used to Harry's constant present in my life that it would be weird not to have him around. But this was something I would have to get used to because I would never want to keep Harry from pursuing his dreams and touring and making movies were definitely very big parts of his life. His strong arms wrapped themselves tightly around my much smaller body and he pressed another kiss to my head. "I will miss you, too, love. But after uni is officially over you can visit me any time, alright? And I will try to come up for your birthday, I promise. I will do everything I can." Not able to reply, I instead returned the hug just as tightly. 

The next week and a half past in a blink of an eye and suddenly it was the day of Harry's departure. He would spent the months mainly on different sets in the Netherlands and France and the south of England before he would fly over to Los Angeles and I wasn't sure how often I would see him during that time. Because Harry didn't want to be recognised or mobbed at the airport, we had decided to say goodbye at my flat, which turned out to be a bad idea, as well. I did my best not to cry and I could see that he was fighting tears as well. "I will miss you, love." he said quietly. I gulped and blinked a few tears away, before I managed a hoarse "I will miss you, too." He gently cupped my face with his hands and this time I couldn't stop a tear from rolling down my cheek, which Harry gently wiped away with his thumb. "I have one last question for you before I go." he suddenly said very seriously and I felt my heart beat pick up.

He took a deep breath and his green eyes seemed to hold mine in place with his intense gaze. "Will you do me the great honour of being my girlfriend?" he asked and I could have sworn that my heart just exploded in my chest. "I would love to be your girlfriend." I sniffed and let out something which sounded like a weird mixture between laugh and a sob. The happiness on Harry's face seemed to light up his whole face and I felt my heart swell with happiness in my chest, as I took in the impact of my answer. I was now Harry Styles' girlfriend. Me, Claire Winters. Without any hesitation, his smooth, pink lips met mine and both of us seemed to put a lot of feelings into this kiss, making it one of the best ones we had shared so far. 

"God, we act like one of these couples from a romcom, who are so incredibly cheesy that you sometimes want to scream at your screen." I chuckled, making Harry laugh. "If I get another kiss like that, I'll gladly be one of these couples." he replied with a smirk and pressed another chased kiss to my lips, before he pulled away. "I will see you soon, love. Take care of yourself and let others take care of you, alright?" he asked me seriously and I nodded, angrily wiping my tear stained cheeks with my shirt sleeve. After one final, bittersweet kiss, he climbed into his car and with one last look in my direction he drove away to the airport, leaving me standing on the pavement in front of my building on my own. For some reason my heart suddenly felt like a little piece of it was missing.

Back in the flat, I tried to distract myself, but it wasn't really working very well so I picked up the phone. Lily wouldn't be home for another few hours and I needed someone as soon as possible, preferably now. I didn't even have to open my contacts before I dialed the number, having memorised over the last few months. He picked up after a few rings and I felt my face spreading into a wide smile when I heart his voice over the phone. "So you're only calling me when Harry's not available?" he asked teasingly as a greeting and I felt a little guilty and instantly tried to assure him that this wasn't the case. "No, it's just, um, it was a little bit awkward after, well, the beach, and you know I wanted to give you space..." I stuttered into the phone and felt my cheeks heat up. At the other end of the line, Louis chuckled. "I'm only messing with you, love, I know that you didn't ignore me on purpose." I let out a sigh of relief and relaxed against  the comfy pillows on my sofa. 

"Any particular reason why you called me?" Louis asked after a couple of seconds, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Yes, I actually did have a reason." I laughed and he joined in, as well. "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out and do something together?" I asked him and readjusted the phone between my ear and my shoulder, while I slid down into a lying position, pushing a pillow underneath my head with one of my hands. Multitasking had never been my best quality and the phone promptly fell onto the floor with a loud thud. I cursed loudly and picked up my phone form the floor, nearly falling off the sofa in the process. 

"Shit, are you alright?" I asked him breathlessly through the phone and hoped that his ear was still in tact. "I think my ear doesn't like you very much anymore, but I could ask you the same question. What did you do to drop your phone?" I could hear the laughter in his voice and was suddenly really glad that he hadn't seen me fall down because I wouldn't have heard the end of that for weeks. "I, um, failed at multitasking." I explained cautiously and Louis howled with laughter. 

I patiently waited until he had calmed down before  I repeated my question from earlier. "So, are you free to hang out?" I asked him and crossed my fingers, hoping that he would say yes. "Of course, I'm free, love. Fancy maybe writing some music together? Or I could beat you at Fifa again?" I fake-coughed at the second suggestion, but then quickly agreed to meet him at his house in twenty minutes. "Excellent, I'm looking forward to seeing you then! Cya in a bit!" he said before hanging up on me. Shaking my head at his sudden goodbye, I got up with a loud sigh and walked over to my bedroom to collect my things, before I set off for Louis house.