Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 9

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Chapter 9 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            Five minutes after I hung up with Harry and got ready, I opened my bedroom door to go wait with him. Little did I know that he was already standing there, probably about to knock, and my dumbass fell on top of him and knocked both of us to the ground. I shrieked at the sudden fall, but Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist as we made a small thud against the floor. Our faces were inches apart, and I was thinking about that damn kiss again. A small smirk danced on Harry’s lips as he looked up at me. But with me being stupid and all fangirl-like, I started rambling.

            “Oh gosh. I’m so sorry, Harry. I didn’t know you were there and I really wasn’t paying attention. But here you are and here I am and… You’re gorgeous,” I rambled, then got the last two words as my eyes widened. “What?” I added quickly. “I didn’t mean to—“

            “Valerie!” Harry laughed, making me bit my lower lip in embarrassment. “You’ve got to relax with your rambling, babe.” Babe. Did Harry fucking Styles just call me that? Nope. Nope, it didn’t happen. “You can be yourself around me, don’t be so nervous,” he added, making my cheeks flush a red tint.

            I pursed my lips together, realizing I was still on top of him, but I couldn’t get up due to his large arms around my waist. I slowly felt myself melting into them, and then the stupidest thing fell out of my mouth. “Hi…” I trailed off, meeting his gaze.

            Harry smirked. “Hey there,” he chuckled.

            “Did you… Did you um… plan on letting me go any time soon?” I choked out, when in reality, I wanted to stay like this forever. Harry Styles holding me. Now that’s a damn fantasy.

            Harry smiled. “I wasn’t planning on it,” he said, making my cheeks heat up. “But I guess I have no choice.” From the sigh that left his lips, I could tell he was actually disappointed.

            Holy actual fuck, breathe Valerie.

            “If you get any more perfect, I’m gonna have to throw myself off a cliff into a ring of sharks,” I said, not realizing that I was rambling again. Shit, Valerie. Pull your crap together!

            Harry chuckled as he slowly let his arms fall from my waist. I got up, helping him by taking his hands (and Jesus were they perfect) and pulling him to his feet. “I’m perfect, huh? I find that hard to believe,” Harry murmured.

            “Don’t you dare start me on a rant,” I said firmly. “If you say something like that again, I might go all crazy on you.” Jesus, did I really just say that?

            I’m so fucking stupid. Ugh.

            “Why would you go on a rant?” Harry laughed as he ruffled his hair, flipping it to the side. I found myself staring in awe as I’ve dreamed to see him do that in person since the X-Factor days. He was so damn perfect and I swear I—“Valerie?” Harry’s voice brought me back to reality as I shook my head stupidly.

            “Oh, um, sorry. What did you say?” I sputtered, earning another smile from Harry. I’m dying. I’ve already died and gone to heaven. That would make more sense than this.