Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 12

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Chapter 12 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            “What the actual crap?” I asked as I looked out the window, seeing Harry had parked right in front of some woods. Great. I knew this was too good to be true. Harry feels like he’s stuck with me, so he’s going to murder me and blame it on a bear attack.

            …. Did I really just say that?

            God, talk about brain damage…

            Harry flashed me his dimpled smirk. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you,” he laughed, as if reading my mind. “There’s actually a couple of cabins back there. Don’t laugh at me, but I was looking up cool places to go, and there’s something back there I want to show you.”

            “A gun?”

            Harry laughed. “Most definitely. I’ve always been the guy to murder people,” he joked back, making me smile. “Now come on, woman.”

            “Woman? Whale then…”

            “Did you just say ‘whale’?” Harry chuckled.

            I felt my cheeks heat up. “It’s kind of how I say ‘well,’” I told him.

            Harry smirked. “That’s cute,” he winked, making my cheeks heat up even more.

            Harry got out the car, opening my door for me as we started walking towards the entrance. Harry pointed out a trail, but I groaned as I saw it was a hill. “Harry, there’s something you should know about me,” I muttered as we both started walking.

            “And what’s that?”

            I raked a hand through my hair. “I’m not one for physical exercise,” I admitted. Both because I was lazy, and because of my condition, but we’d stick with the laziness for now. I don’t want to scare him off.

            Harry chuckled, but then caught me off guard when he froze in his tracks. I stared in confusion as his arms stretched behind him. He glanced over his shoulder at me. “Whale,” he mimicked me, making me smile a mile wide. “Do you want a ride or not?” he asked.

            Holy shit.

            Harry Styles wants to give me a piggyback ride.

            Breathe, Valerie. Breathe.

            “I want,” I told him, making him chuckle again as I hesitated.

            “Come on, love. You can’t be that heavy,” he said, realizing my hesitation. The last thing I needed was my idol dropping me because I’m fat.

            I sucked in a sharp breath, placing my hands on his shoulders as I forced my legs to spring into a small leap. Harry’s large hands cupped the back of my thighs right under my knee, holding firmly so he wouldn’t drop me. “Harry, if I’m too heavy—“

            “Are you serious?” Harry laughed. “Valerie, you’re far from heavy. And even if you were, I’d carrying you across the world if I had to.”