Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 15

First update on my Snow Day! xD This is so weird in Florida, but literally, it's just a thin layer of ice. With all the bad drivers in Florida, I guess it's understandable why roads and schools are closed xD Whale, enjoy<3

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Chapter 15 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            Trying to picture this as real life is just impossible. I mean, Harry flawless Styles is walking inside my house right now. Harry flawless Styles is following me up the stairs right now. Harry fucking-shoot-myself-in-the-face-because-he’s-so-perfect Styles is walking into my bedroom right now.

            I froze in my tracks, the realization hitting me once more. Harry was in my bedroom a couple days ago, but now he’s actually going to have time to see it instead of comforting a distressed fangirl. He’s going to see my cardboard cutouts, posters, and fan art that I was always too embarrassed to submit. He’s going to see my fucking dresser covered in One Direction necklaces and bracelets.

            He’s just going to see too much.

            I spun around to face him as he rose an eyebrow at me. “Maybe we could hang out downstairs…?” I drifted off, pursing my lips together.

            A devious smirk stretched on Harry’s heart-shaped lips. “You’re afraid of me to go in your room,” he teased.

            “I am not,” I argued, placing my hands on my hips. I bounced on the ball of my feet, looking around the hall before letting my eyes fall to the floor. “Maybe I just don’t want you to see it…” I trailed off.

            Harry chuckled. “Valerie, I already saw the posters and things last time I was in there. It doesn’t exactly bother me,” he said, making me look up at him in shock.

            If you don’t stop being so fucking beautiful and perfect, you will get pushed off a cliff. Actually, I will jump off a cliff, because there’s no way in hell I’ll push perfection to their death bed.

            A sigh left my lips as I raked my fingers through my hair. My hand rested on the doorknob for a few minutes, then I slowly pushed it open. I don’t know why I’m so embarrassed now. I mean, I practically recited Harry’s entire life to him, and then he said he liked my rambling. I was too emotional to focus on all my fangirl items last time he was here, so I guess it’s just weird for me to watch him look around. But as his eyes trailed over everything, his smile never left his lips. I really don’t believe that all this stuff doesn’t scare the shit out of him, but I decided not to argue. I’m not ready to get rid of Harry Styles just yet.

            I threw myself onto the bed, my wet hair from the lack still in a messy bun on the top of my head. My door was still open, but Harry didn’t seem to care as he laid down right beside me. I bit my lip to fight back a squeal as my eyes stared at the ceiling. I knew Harry was looking at me, just because I could feel his emeralds locked on my face. I knew if I looked back at him, I’d go into a fangirl attack.

            Harry does not need to see that happen.

            It gets pretty dangerous.

            “Can you tell me more about that disease thingy?” Harry asked quietly, his British accent deep and rough, making me want to scream my throat out.