Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 28

OH MY FREAKING BEEJESUS. So, I've been sick the entire weekend and part of this week (and I'm still sick), but then I get online and see NIALL HORAN AND SELENA GOMEZ HUNG OUT OVER THE WEEKEND. Holy crap, like is my fan-fiction coming to life? WHAT IS NIALL IS JUST A COVER-UP BECAUSE SELENA IS DATING HARRY? HOLY JESUS I'M GOING TOO FAR WITH THIS xD But guys.... that kind of made my day c; Sorry for the rant... Enjoy<3

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Chapter 28 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            Harry’s arm was draped over my waist as I laid in the bed next to him. Almost like a habit of mine now, I texted Mom telling her that I was staying with Stevie. No doubt she’ll start getting suspicious, and she’s probably even seen me on magazine covers and such. As much as that though horrifies and excites me, I was still keeping my mind on Harry and how fragile he truly is. Who knew Harry Styles was capable of emotional breakdowns? I’ve had my share in life—clearly—but I never knew Harry could cry so much over his sister like that. It warmed and broke my heart.

            “Valerie,” Harry murmured as his fingers gentle grazed my hip, “what’s your favorite flower?”

            I furrowed my eyebrows at the randomness of the question, but merely shrugged and said, “A rose.”

            Harry smiled as he closed his eyes, his face smooching against the pillow. He looked so boyish right now, it was enough to make me smile. His hair was scattered across his forehead, disheveling in a large mess behind his head but he managed to pull it off rather sexily, might I say. His bare right arm was the only thing out of the covers as it wrapped around my waist to keep me securely close to him. After I had managed to calm him down, I suggested that he needed to get some rest. Of course, he wouldn’t let me leave him just then. I was fine with that, honestly. It’s not every day you get Harry Styles asking you to stay. 

            “It’s not polite to stare,” Harry murmured in a groggy voice, showing me just how tired he really was. I didn’t mind that he was talking, actually. In all honesty, his deep British voice sounded rather beautiful when he was sleepy.

            My cheeks flushed as I rolled my eyes, trying to play it off. “Then I guess I’m just a rude person.”

            Harry chuckled as he scooted closer to me, his head now on my shoulder. Almost naturally, one of my hands found its way to his soft mess of curls as I gently knitted my fingers through it. God how I’ve dreamt of moments like these. Whether this is real or not, I’m enjoying it.

            “Harry, can I ask you a question?”

            “Hmm?”

            “Why did you call me earlier about your sister?” I asked quietly, hoping it wouldn’t shake him up again.

            Harry let out a small sigh, but didn’t bother moving away from me. “I knew you would listen,” he said simply. “You tend to listen to me when I talk and no one else really does that. I mean, of course the lads do, but sometimes I just want someone else to be there for me, ya know?”

            I smiled proudly to myself at the thought. “So… you trust me?”

            “Without a doubt,” Harry chuckled without hesitation. “You trust me, Valerie, so it’s only fair if I give you my trust back. I did leave you with my phone once, remember?”