Fake (Harry Styles)

Chapter 7

{If there already is a chapter seven ignore the other one. I had some technical difficulties and so I had to retype. Thank you if you are still reading it means alot to me.}

The next morning I had that weird feeling you get when you wake up somewhere new. I was over heated and my covers were softer than usual. I replayed the past twenty-four hours in my head. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling before getting up. I roll into the floor and to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and hair, wash my face, change clothes, aply deoderent etc. I pull my hair back into a ponytail and walk downstairs. My aunt is still sleeping so I look around for some breakfast. I pour myself cereal and sit on the couch turning the tv on. 

"Goodmorning Lilly." My aunt walks in wearing a bathrobe tied around her waist. "Good morning." I smile up at her before turning to face the tv. A re-run of Modern Family is on but it's still just as funny as it was the first nine times. I rinse my bowl and put it in the sink before heading back upstairs. 

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I turn it on to read the text.

Meet me at the next to our cafe in twenty. -H

My heart lurches when he uses our cafe. and I freshen up before heading out the door.

Harry's POV

When people use the term love at first sight I used to roll my eyes. Love is suppose to be developed over. If someone were to use the term now I'd smile and think of Cameron. Her beautiful smile, her kindness, she's giving, stubborn, and she puts up with my annoying stories that annoyed the crap outta my mom. She makes my life better and I may be an idiot for falling for her in the fourty-eight hours I've kknown her, but for some reason I feel as if I know her. I called my mum and asked her if she knew a Cameron Moore but she said the name was familiar but she couldn't place any faces. Am I stupid and naive for loving her so soon? Probably, but I feel in the long run that in the end it wont matter how long I loved her, but that I loved her at all.

I set up a picnic in the park for us under a nice shady tree. A nice blanket, some flowers, sandwhiches and grapes, cheese, cake, I wanted to be as prepared as possible. I arranged the flowers on the blanket then rearranged them twice. I fixed my hair and repeatedly wiped my hands on my jeans to rid of any perspiration on my hands. I didn't want to be as nervous as I was, I wanted to act cool and be the tough guy but when I saw Cameron coming up the street I almost threw up from anxiety. She was so gorgeous in just a plain outfit. She had her hair in a loose ponytail that nobody could pull off but her. I straightened my shirt a bit and walked over to where she was. She smiled when she saw me and I wanted to squeal because I caused that beautiful smile on her face. 

"Hey." I couldn't think of anything else to say so I didn't. I just leaded her over to where the picnic was. I stared at her while she talked but I didn't hear her I just saw her face. She was so beautiful. "What." I didn't hear the question or statement she said.

"I said this is really beautiful." Not as beautiful as you. My subconscience cheesily remarks. I feel my cheeks heat up but try to stop smiling. But I can't.

"Thank's. Do you want some lunch?" I gesture towards the blanket and we both sit down. I hand her a plate with the food on it and we both eat in silence. I stare at her the whole time and she looks around the park, and at the trees. When she finishes eating she lays down on the blanket looking up at the tree. 

"It's so beautiful." She says. My eyes stay focused on her. The way she watches everything with so much interest. She pays attention to the little details I hadn't noticed before.

"Yeah it is." I respond. It's as cheesy as I thought it was going to sound, but for all she thinks I'm looking around the park with her. He hair is sprawled out underneath her in waves of golden brown if that's possible. Her hair is brown but it has a golden tint to it. If her hair was blonde it'd be gold not white or yellow. I lay down next to her and look at her while she marvels at the park. It's surprisingly warm for fall but still pretty cool. We both have on thin jackets and pants so it's not that bad. She closes her eyes and I just lay and watch her. She's daydreaming I can see it in the way her facial expressions change, even though her eyes are closed. I want to savor this moment forever. It's so precouis I'm scared that if I breathe it'll mess everything up. My eyes drift close and I think about what my life could be like if we were married. These thoughts are imasculating but I don't care. I think of the perfect life with Cameron. Kids, a nice house in the country, open space, Christmas's, birthdays. It's a heaven on earth. I come back to reality and see Cameron is looking at me her elbow propped up her head resting in her hand. She blushes when I catch her staring at me. We don't move we just stare at each other. I want so badly to just reach out and kiss her, but I don't want to ruin what friendship we already have. I want to take things as slowly as she wants to. I'd wait a thousand years to kiss her if she could be mine forever. She leans forward and for a moment I think she is going to kiss me but her head turns and she lays down on my chest. She places her hands on my back and we lay there like that. I start to play with her hair, rubbing it between my fingers then letting it fall onto her back. Her hair is soft to the touch and I want this moment to never end. However life goes on and we must go with it. Cameron gets up and pulls me with her. 

"Do you want to watch a movie?" She asks. I almost laugh. We went from such a sweet moment back to normal as if it never happened. I nod and get the stuff and put it in my trunk. I give Cameron a ride back to her aunts.

Camerons POV

We were sat in my aunt’s living room trying to decide what to watch. I looked through the movies that were stacked in the cabinet under the TV and Harry flipped through a case full of movies. I got halfway through the cabinet when Harry spoke. His voice was really close to me and made me jump. “This would be a lot easier if you had Netflix or something.” 

I think I scared the living crap outta him because when I ran upstairs screaming he seemed to be in shock not moving. I ran back downstairs with my laptop tucked in my arms. “I actually do have Netflix I just forgot.” I blush in embarrassment and Harry chuckles under his breath. We sit on the couch and I log in to Netflix.

“What’s your Netflix password?” Harry leans across the couch his breath next to my face. He looks at the screen while I scroll through my options. 

“And why would I tell you that?” I look up from the screen to Harry who is a lot closer than I thought. He smirks and licks his lips.

“Just in case I needed to watch a movie in an emergency. I don’t have Netflix and now that you do I don’t need to get one. Only two people can watch at the same time and I could be your two person.” He laughs and gently pushes my arm. “So what is it?”

“I made it when I was eleven and I didn’t really think I would hate or be embarrassed by it in the future so don’t be judgem-.”

“What is it Cam?” He stares at me waiting for an answer.

“Um, it’s……. JOBROSCUTIE07 all caps.” I say as fast as I can. I look up at him and he is suppressing a smile. He cracks a smile and starts laughing. I would be beyond embarrassed but Harry started laughing so hard I was concerned. He rolled off the couch into the floor and was grabbing his side. “Are you ok there?” 

“Yeah. I’m fine!!” He gasps out. He wipes his eyes and sits back on the couch trying to catch his breath. “Alright find us a show to watch and I’ll try to like it.” 

I pretend to be offended but find the show anyway. I press play without asking Harry if he wanted to watch it and press the full screen button the screen. Harry puts his arm around me and I snuggle into his side. “What is it?”

“Just watch and you’ll figure it out.” Halfway through he figures out it’s Sherlock. It’s my favorite show. Harry gets really into it and I end up watching him instead of the show. He furrows his eyebrows and tries to figure out the answers and runs his hand through his hair when he gets confused. I watch his curls bounce back to his head and his mouth press into a line when the character almost dies. Again. As soon as the credits roll he looks at me in disbelief.

“We have to watch the next episode right now. Like how can a show be that good? I thought it would be one of those boring cheesy shows that everyone liked for no reason. Can we watch the next episode now?” I push play and after six hours of watching it nonstop Harry has to leave. I promise to not watch the next episode without him and he’s on his way.

{This is not as long as I wanted it to be but the other chapter I wrote was deleted and I'm still mad about that. Thank you guys for reading and I will try to update again today. -A}