Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 24

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Chapter 24 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            “I can’t believe I’m missing school for you guys again,” I said as I shimmied on my jacket.

            Harry smirked. “We’re worth it, right?”

            I smiled. “One hundred percent,” I replied, giggling as he kissed my cheek.

            Harry Styles’ girlfriend.

            Who the hell would’ve thought it’d be me? The funniest thing? No part of this situation makes a sliver of sense. Harry is supposed to be dating Kendall, yet he’s really dating me and I’m supposed to be dating Niall. This world is seriously fucked up, if you ask me. I’ve done my best not to squeal in front of Harry about being “official” and so far it’s worked out. I did have to “go to the bathroom” last night after I agreed, though. Much fangirling took place in that small bathroom while I tried to keep my noise level down.

            I didn’t need people getting suspicious.

            Still, Harry and I both know that it was kind of stupid for him to ask me. It’s going to be twice as hard now to maintain a relationship since he can’t be seen with me in public. He’s the moron that asked me, but I’m the psycho fangirl that couldn’t say no. The two are idiots together.

            “Did you call your mum, love?” Harry asked as he buttoned up his shirt.

            I nodded. “Sure did.”

            “What exactly did you tell her?” he chuckled, digging in his drawer for his jeans.

            I pursed my lips, merely shrugging. “I maybe sort of told her that I stayed over at Stevie’s house because Stevie wasn’t feeling good. Thus, ending me to miss school to take care of her since her parents are at work.”

            Harry quirked a brow. “That worked?”

            “Like a charm,” I smirked. “Stevie has this thing where she can get a really high fever to the point where it’s dangerous if she’s home alone sick. It’s weird, but she has to have someone by when she gets sick in case they need to take her to the ER.”

            “Is it the same with you?” he asked softly and I knew exactly what he was talking about.

            I pursed my lips, inhaling sharply through my nose before I curtly nodded. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “It’s the same for me.”

            “So does she have the same illness?”

            “No, hers is just a fever. Mine is the heart and everything. Twice as dangerous.”

            Harry slowly nodded, chewing on his lower lip. I know he didn’t like the fact that I could randomly get sick like that. Hell, I didn’t like it either. And it sucked when you were the one getting put through the shit.

            I went to walk out the bedroom when two large arms wrapped around my waist. I giggled as Harry spun me around to face him, his lips planting on mine for a brief second. “Promise me something,” he whispered, his forehead pressed into mine.