Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 18

OMG. HOLY FUDGE. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE HARRY IS 20. He's the cheeky little shit that saved my life and changed my entire world (along with the rest of 1D) and he's freaking 20 years old. No. No this isn't acceptable. But still... HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU CHEESY LITTLE BASTARD<3 Sorry I didn't update much last night, I was trying to break the vevo record >_< Vevo is stupid. Okay, enjoy<3

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Chapter 18 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            “Valerie, love, wake up.”

            I groaned, flopping over onto my side and burying my face in the pillow. Whoever was attempting to wake the monster was not going to succeed.

            “Valerie,” a deep voice chuckled. “Come on, babe. You’ve got school.”

            My eyes shot open at the simplicity of the word babe, and I nearly screamed at the sight in front of me. Harry fucking Styles was kneeling so he was eye level with me, still shirtless but his curls were tousled to give him the full “morning” look. He truly looked like he just woke up, and that was enough to make my heart melt.

            I closed my eyes, letting out a sigh. “I don’t want to,” I grumbled, my lips barely moving with my words.

            Harry chuckled. “Then you don’t have to.”

            My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, and with my eyes still closed I asked, “What do you mean?”

            “You can skip and hang out with us,” he said, making me heart flutter at the thought. “You’d make my day if you stayed home with me.”

            Tears threatened to pour out my eyes, just at his last sentence. Me making his day? Honey, he’s got it backwards. I didn’t even have to think twice about skipping school for One fucking Direction. It’s not like I’m failing school, anyway. I’ve got good grades, good attendance… What’s one day going to hurt?

            “Mkay,” I murmured, my eyes still closed and my face squished against the pillow.

            Harry chuckled again, but then I felt his soft lips press against my forehead. “I’ll let you go back to sleep, love.”

            I found a smile creep onto my face, and then I felt Harry’s long fingers brush against my cheek. He swept my hair out my face, tucking it securely behind my ear. After that, I heard the door softly close and I realized I was alone again. Sleeping in Harry fucking Styles’ hotel room. The funniest thing is, I’m not quite ready to wake up. And soon, I felt my body go limp once more in Harry’s bed.

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            Stumbling into the kitchen, I raked a hand through my disheveled hair and let a yawn overtake my mouth. Harry’s alarm clock said 10:30 am, so I thought it might be a good idea to wake up before I slept all day. And I’d definitely do that if you gave me the chance. But I smiled at the fact that Harry let me sleep… In his room.

            “Good morning!” Louis beamed, shooting me a bright smile as my lips parted at his shirtless torso.

            I tried to get used to it as I slid into a barstool, tearing my eyes off of his toned back. “Morning,” I mumbled, giving him a soft smile as I laid my head on the counter.