Opposites attract. (Harry Styles )

Chapter 7. (edited)

"Do you want to hear a joke?" Harry asks. We have been sitting on my couch stuffing our faces with food and laughing at the stupid things that Ross from Friends do all the times. Even though Ross does a lot of stupid things and seems pretty smart and all, Chandler is my favorite character, i mean who doesn't love Chandler? He is the one with all the jokes, the one with a crumbled love life that doesn't work until he dates Monica, he is the one that everyone can relate to the most i think. I know that i relate to him the most, and it might not actually be a good thing. 

Harry is honestly not that bad to hang around when he is like this, but what is bothering me is that I can't figure out if this is the real him or is he just faking it and trying to get me in bed? He doesn't seem like the type of person that would do that, but at the same time, he seems exactly like a person that would do that. 

"Sure, if it is a good one." I say.

"Why can't the flower bicycle?" he asks. What the fuck?

"Because it doesn't have legs or arms?" I ask. That is the most logical reason.

"No, because it lost it's pedals." I look at him puzzled before I get the joke. It wasn't even that funny, and here he is laughing so hard that his face is starting to get red. I can see his dimples very clear and his smile is amazing, he just looks so happy about a small joke, that didn't even make sense. His laugh is contagious so I start laughing. The joke was not even that funny; I am laughing at him.

 "What are you laughing at?" he asks.

"I am sorry, but I am laughing at you. The joke was horrible, but you look so happy when you told the joke, you even look proud like you came up with the joke all by yourself. You look like a cute little kid that just got a puppy. That is why I am laughing." I tell him. He doesn't reply he just smiles back at me.

"You want to hear my joke?" I ask him.

"Sure, but I bet you that it is not better than mine." He smiles.

"Hell yeah, it is much better." I laugh.

"What is the difference between a snowman and a snow woman?" I ask him, he looks confused while he is thinking what it could be. 

"I have no idea." He says.

"Snowballs." I start cracking up. I can't help it but my humor is so bad, I am leaning back on the sofa while laughing. Not long after I hear Harry also starting to laugh. I look up at him and just smile.

"I have to admit that was a good one." He says while calming down. I just smile proudly at him. I am starting to get tired we have been sitting here for a couple hours just laughing and eating. And the party started pretty late, so right now it is very late. I don't have work tomorrow so i don't mind, but like i said i am starting to get tired. 

I lean on to Harry's arm and I can feel him tense under me, but I am tired and falling asleep. Joey on Friends says something funny and I slowly laugh a little, and feel Harry looking down at me while taking his arm around me, so that I am not leaning on his arm but my head is in the crook of his neck. I smile a little to myself before I fall slowly asleep.

I am woken up when i feel someone lifting me up bridal style and carrying me. I have a feeling that it's Harry, he is the last person i saw, so unless he has let someone else into my flat then it has to be him. I wrap my arms around his neck, while he takes me to my bedroom. I can hear the faint music coming from his flat, how long have i been asleep? the party is still going,  i can't have been asleep for that long. I feel Harry putting me down on my bed and tucking me in my bed sheets.

Before I can control what is coming out of my mouth I say. "Stay with me." I sound like a little pathetic girl, but I am too tired to care. I have my eyes closed, but I can feel Harry debating whether he should stay or not. Then I feel the bed dip down on the other side. He is so far gone that I groan and slowly crawl over to him. I don't know what is happening to me, but suddenly I can't control what is happening. I have never been like this. I find him after a while of searching; I still haven't opened my eyes. I lay down in his chest I think, it was broad and it has a sic pack so am guessing something like a chest or his stomach or something.