Linger (h.s)

Wait Your Turn Mr. Styles.

*Kelsey's POV*

As I left the school grounds, swiftly walking down the pathway that leaded in the direction of my house, I couldn't help but think about tonight and also what Lexi had said to me last night. I'm sure she was just trying to get a laugh out of what I had told her, same old Lexi. I put in my headphones, scrolling through the various amounts of music I had piled inside one tiny little Ipod. I finally picked a song, 'About the boy' by Little Mix.

Bobbing along to the beat of the song I continued walking down the pathway. I reached my driveway just as the song ended, pulling out one of my headphones and unlocking the front door. I quickly shut the door behind me, jogging up the stairs to my room. I checked the time '4:46' it read, I still had a few more hours until Harry arrived to pick me up so I decided to do a few things around my room. I hadn't actually been home a lot since Harry had come into the picture, so being at home for a few hours by myself gave me some time to do my own things. I had a lot of photos and posters yet to put up, so I started with them. I had always shared a room since I was a little girl, so having a room to myself was a pretty big thing to me.

I walked over to my cupboard, sliding one of the doors and reaching to the top shelf pulling out an old wooden box. I pulled the box from its confinements on the shelf, and gently placed it on my bed as I took a seat next to it. I gently opened the box, revealing all the old photos of friends and family that I was yet to put up on my walls. Gathering a bunch of photos in my hand, I stood from the ground, walking over to one of my 'unfinished' walls deciphering a plan of where I was to put them. After a few minutes of pondering my thoughts I decided what to do, since the photos already had blue tack on them from the previous placements that they had had, I simply placed them on the wall. Arranging them in an orderly fashion around the empty space left in the corner of my wall.

Before I had realised the time had reached '6:13', I quickly left my activities at the wall, running to the bathroom to have a quick shower. Within minutes I was washed and dried, rummaging through my draws trying to find a nice outfit to wear. I chose one of my black dresses, a fluffy sort of tutu bottom rising to a laced top that fitted nicely around my waist. I checked the time once again. '6:26'.

'Yes' I sighed to myself, I still had enough time to do my hair and makeup before Mr. Styles decided to show up. Drying my hair with the hair dryer, I brushed then curled my long brown hair. After, applying winged eyeliner with a small amount of mascara to top it off, I then gently fluffing my curls I departed the bathroom. I grabbed a pair of my black high heels and a few items I would need to sleep at Harry's before descending down the stairs.

I sighed, filling a glass of water before taking a seat at one of the stools. It now wasn't too long until I would imagine Harry to be here, and the faint knocking sound on the door was all that I need to assure that I was indeed right. I gathered my purse and my shoes in one hand and headed for the front door.

The door slightly creaked as I pulled it open, a very dark looking Harry stood in front of me. My eyes began to trail Harry's outfit as his did mine, a black t-shirt clinging tightly to his toned torso leading down to a pair of skinny jeans, accompanied by a pair of black boots. My eyes trailed to Harry's face, bright green orbs meeting with mine.

"Wow, you-you look beautiful," Harry complimented with a stutter. I felt as the redness began to fill my cheeks as a small giggle escaped my lips.

"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself Harry," I smiled. Harry moved closer to me gently wrapping his arms around my waist as he pulled my body into his. I gently placed my arms around his neck leaning his face down so it was in line with me, Harry's plump lips meeting with mine.

"You ready to go?" Harry asked with a smile, pulling away from the kiss. I gently nodded removing my arms from his neck as his hands left me. Harry's large hand cupped mine as I gently turned to face the door, locking it and turning to face Harry once again.