Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

35. Roses Aren't Red

I turned over digging my face into Harry's chest inhaling his scent, last night knocked me out. We stayed lying on the floor until we heard keys rattling at the front door having us scramble for our clothes and hide in the bedroom.

I felt an arm squirm under my weight on my hip and wrap around to my arm, "How is your official first day of being ninteen?" he said sleepily stretching his legs out.

"Nothing feels different" I giggled tightening my grip on him.

"I can't remember when I turned 19"

I looked up at him knitting my eyebrows, "Why?"

"Because I got piss drunk" he chuckled sitting up with the white sheets covering the bottom half of his torso.

The thing about last night is due to hiding from Anne and Gemma we didn't have time to change into our pajamas meaning we were still completely nude from our little get together last night.

But the number one thing I wanted to talk to him about was the fact that he said he was my boyfriend. I don't know if it was out of jealousy or if he meant it or what. Now you see why I need to talk about it?

"Harry?" I asked sitting up to place my cheek on his bare back bringing my arms around in front of him.

"Yeah?" he asked taking my hands in his, lacing our fingers together.

"Last night, you said you were my boyfriend. I know you were jealous,"

"Vanessa"

"Which is why you said it,"

"Ness"

"But I really want to-"

"Vanessa!" he chuckled at me trailing off, he turned around to face me cupping my face in his hands. "I said that because it's where I believe we stand"

"Really?" I relaxed having a smile sprout on my face.

"Yes" he laughed giving my forehead a kiss.

"Does that mean you're ready to go on with life?" I giggled.

He gave me a smile and a nod looking down at where are hands were joined, I shifted on my knees grabbing his neck and pressing my lips to his catching him off gaurd.

He was my first boyfriend...he may not be the best at it but he was my first. And I admired him for that. A lot.

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I pulled my sunglasses up looking closely at the article in the magazine I was reading.

Sitting at a lounge chair next to a pool in the sun, which by the way shouldn't even be out in March, was relaxing. Harry was in the water trying to convince me to go in after Gemma had lent me her bathing suite.

"The water is amazing, you're missing out" he called as I looked over the pictures of different celebrities.

"I'm sure I am" I called back sarcastically smirking at the pages.

"Okay, I give up" he said when I heard the water ripple, I went back to putting my sunglasses over my eyes when a pair of wet arms picked me up.

I screamed when he walked over to the water throwing me inside, I held my breath swimming back up to the surface.

"What the hell?!" I exclaimed pushing my soaking hair out of my face.

"There was no other way of getting you in the water" he snickered jumping in himself having the small ripples of waves come towards me.

I stood on the shallow end crossing my arms, "Come on Vanessa," he walked over wrapping his arms around my waist, "Don't you like swimming?"

"When I'm not forced into it, yes"