Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 29

I'm going to start making my chapters longer (starting with Chapter 30). This chapter is just a filler, so... yeah xD Enjoy<3

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Chapter 29 – Valerie’s P.O.V

            Harry’s head is on my chest when I wake up in the morning. His arm is protectively wrapped around my waist, soft snores leaving his plump lips as he practically lays on me. I hold in my fangirl side and smile instead of squeal. Noticing the time, I sighed as I realized I was due for my little “date” with Niall. I didn’t want to leave Harry, especially after an amazing night, but I had to go so the boys wouldn’t get in any kind of trouble and the band wouldn’t be at risk.

            Gently shifting him off of me, he groaned before rolling over onto his side, his back facing me as he stuffed his face in the pillow. I chuckled slightly, standing from the bed and praying the little squeak didn’t wake him. I stretched my body, trying to get motivated to actually do something.

            “Where are you going?” Harry murmured and I glanced over my shoulder to see he was now facing me, his eyes opened and full of disappointment.

            “Niall—“

            “Oh,” he cut me off, not letting me finish.

            I pursed my lips, slowly nodding as I walked to my bag. I left it here in Harry’s room before, and I was thankful that some nice clothes were in it. Turning back at Harry, he’s still staring at me as I bit my lip, holding my clothes in my hand. Harry gets the message and laughed before he rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillows once more.

            I quickly changed out of his clothes for pajamas, still getting the aroma of mint and cologne. Harry really does smell good, even as weird as that sounds, but hey, I’m a fangirl. I have the right to say incredibly creepy things, don’t I?

            “Are you done yet?” Harry grumbled.

            “Yep,” I said, turning to face his mirror as I situated my hair.

            “You look lovely,” Harry complimented and I could see him in the mirror as I smiled back at him.

            “Thanks, Styles.”

            Harry gave me a weak smile before nodding, and I knew the Niall thing was still bothering him. Gaining a little confidence and trying to soothe his nerves, I walked over and planted a gentle peck on his lips. Harry seemed a little shocked that I made a move (but I did last night, so I guess I really am getting used to this), but he quickly recovered from shock with a wide grin.

            “I’ll miss you,” he whimpered as he leaned up to kiss me once more, playfully pulling me down onto the bed with him. I giggled as he gently kissed all over my face, my nose, cheek, temple, and lips.

            “Stop being distracting,” I laughed as I playfully swatted his shoulder.

            “I can’t help it. Your face is just so kissable,” he smirked before planting another soft kiss on my lips.

            I smiled as I stood from the bed, but Harry’s face instantly fell. I sighed as I gave him an assuring smile. “It’s just fake, remember? I’ll be back later, most likely. If not, then tomorrow.”