I'm Your's (Zoella Sugg and Harry Styles)

chapter eleven

**Zoe's POV** 

"Chinese food was the perfect choice." Harry said with a piece of Lo Mien hanging out of his mouth.

"I thought so. Now, we just need a movie to go along with it." I said as I walked to the shelf in our family room that held a bunch of DVD's.

"What genre are you in the mood for?" I questioned Harry. He put down his fork and knelt down behind me, putting his hand on my back. I was surprised by his touch, but it felt right. I smiled and placed my hand on his knee. He seemed surprised as well, but he looked down at me and smiled. I smiled back. 

Finally, we decided on watching a comedy. Almost every time someone made a joke or did the slightest thing that was funny, Harry would burst out laughing. There was this particular part in the movie that really cracked me up, where I ccouldn't stop laughing. I was looking at the television screen and laughing, when I saw Harry looking at me and smiling. 

"What?" I asked. He looked at me, his head tilted sidways.

"It's just that, you are beautiful." He said as he slowly leaned in towards me until our faces were inches away from each other. He brought his hand up and gently pushed my hair away from my face, and held my cheek in his hand. His eyes looked straight into mine when he tilted his head to the side and pressed his lips against mine. His lips were soft and gentle and he kissed me carefully. His hand was layed softly on my cheek as if I would break if he wasn't wary enough.  We both closed our eyes and sat there on the couch with our lips together and the noises from the television in the background. Slowly, we both pulled away. I looked at Harry, when a regretful expression washed over his face. 

"I-I am so sorry." Harry said with despondency in his voice. He shook his head and looked toward the ground in embarrasment. "I was wrong to do that. That was rude of me I-" he tried to continue to apologize, when I cut him short.

"Shut up, just shut up." I said shaking my head. I tilted my head and kissed him again. At first he was tense, then he releaxed and kissed me back, moving his lips up and down. We once again pulled our lips apart and laughed with our foreheads touching. Harry looked down at my hand and slipped it into his. I leaned my head against his shoulder and he gently placed his chin on the top of my head as we continued watching the movie together.

"Alright Zoe, I should probably be heading home." Harry said as he grabbed his jacket from the couch.

"Harry, thats ridiculus! It's half past twelve, you would end up getting into London at nearly two o'clock in the morning." I stood up on my tip toes and quickly kissed him on the cheek. "I insist you stay."

To my pleasure, he agreed to stay. To be honest I was just glad I could wake up to see him in the morning. I went to grab blankets and pillows I could set up on the couch the make  a mini bed.

"I'm so sorry you couldn't sleep in a bed, Alfie's sleeping over as well so we are running low on rooms. I'll go get some of my dads clothes for you to sleep in, you'd never fit into Joe's stuff." I said as I looked at his structure. He was lean and tall. His chest was peaking through the top of his button up shirt.

I quietly snuck into my father's room. He was fast asleep, probably dreaming whatever father's usually dream. I searched through my father's drawers and found plaid pajama pants and a plain black t-shirt. I briskly ran downstairs to deliver the clothes to Harry. He quickly thanked me and I started up the stairs. Just as I stepped onto the first stair, I turned around to ask him if he was in need of anything eles, but instead I looked just in time to see Harry take off his shirt and replace it with the the shirt I had given him. I admired his back muscles as he pulled the shirt over his head, oblivious to my lingering presence. I turned and made my way quietly up the stairs, hoping he did not hear even the slightest creek of a wood panel.

I awoke with a slight yawn, rubbing my sleepy eyes. I rolled onto my stomach and looked at the digital clock on my bedside table, it read, 9:37. Quite early.

I smiled with excitment as I remembered last night's kiss. Cheezy, I know. I flipped my comforter and sheets over allowing my legs to show and stepped out of bed, still rubbing my eyes as I walked down the stairs. When I walked into the room, I was greeted by the sight of a sleeping Harry who must have taken his shirt off in the middle of the night. I kneeled down and leaned my arms on the couch so his arms and mine slightly touched, I rested my head on my them so our faces were level. I quickly placed a light peck in his cheek. I then stood up and randomly sat on him, bouncing up and down to wake him up.

"Harry wake up! Don't be such a lazy bum!" I shouted as I continued to bounce until his eyes fluttered open. Once his eyes were opened I stopped bouncing and layed down next to him. Well, I didn't really lay next to him, more like on top of him since the couch was rather small. He put his arm around me and I placed my head on his chest as I swept my fingers over his bird tattoos.

"Goodmorning silly." he said as he kissed the top of my head. "Goodmorning." I said smiling up at him. He looked down at me and I could see him pondering over something. Finally, he smiled and softly said, "I am not sure if this is inappropriate to ask at the moment, but would you like to be my girlfriend?" I chuckled at his need to formaly ask the question but with no hesitation I responded,

"Yes Harry, I would be honored to be your girlfriend."

And in that perfect moment of me and Harry intertwined upon an undersized couch, our lips met and we shared a warm morning kiss.