Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 32

YES, I KNOW THAT THE PICTURE ON THE SIDE IS FAKE & ALSO FROM THE VMAS, BUT LET'S PRETEND YOU GUYS. I love that manip, btw, but let's also not forget the Harlena moment that did happen at the VMAs when Selena kissed Harry's cheek and oh my goodness I about died. Okay, I just had to clarify that xD Enjoy<3

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Chapter 32 – Harry’s P.O.V.

            The night of the Teen Choice Awards and everyone is getting ready. Valerie had stayed the night at her house last night to soothe her mother’s nerves, and I’ll be honest; I hated sleeping alone. Without feeling Valerie’s petite body next to me, I felt extremely exposed (as pathetic as that sounds). I hardly got any sleep last night because lately I’ve been sleeping better with Valerie next to me. Without her, it took me way too long to even fall asleep and even then, I didn’t stay that way. I woke up constantly and it was just awful.

            Niall said the dress Valerie got looks good on her, so I can only be jealous that he even got to see her try it on. I hate despising my best friend like this, but he’s done so many things with Valerie I haven’t been able to. Taking her shopping, holding hands with her in public, and not to mention them looking like a true couple splashing around at the beach.

            Fuck, Harry, chill.

            Speaking of Niall, however, he went to pick Valerie up earlier and now she’s in my room changing into that dress of hers. I want to see it, but then again I don’t. Valerie is fucking flawless, so no don’t she’ll have eyes watching her all night.

            Jesus, I really do overthink things too much.

            “Harry, can you come help me?” Valerie’s soft voice spoke as she peeked her head out the door. “I can’t get the back zipped all the way.”

            I nodded as the boys wiggled their eyebrows at me. Rolling my eyes at them, I slipped into the room and closed the door behind me. Trying not to focus much on the dress, Valerie turned and lifted her hair. I tugged up the zipper quite easily with her slim figure, but when she turned around to thank me, I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped to the floor, if not through it.

            The navy blue material complimented her curves nicely, one side of the dress looking as if it were torn and hanging down, exposing a lace part over half of her chest. There was a slit running from her hip all the way down on one side, showing off her tan legs flawlessly. My breath hitched in my throat as I took in her incredible features.

            “Does it look bad?” Valerie mumbled as she stared at me with worried eyes.

            “N-No,” I stammered, shaking my head to snap out of the trance and to reassure it. “You look… amazing, Valerie.”

            Valerie gaze me a faint smile and nod before she went to the mirror to straighten her hair. She pulled out her flat iron from her bag, plugging it into the wall and grabbing her brush. “Oh, Harry… I forgot to tell you.”

            I quirked an eyebrow.

            Valerie turned to me and blushed. “I really, really like it when you wear suits.”

            The most idiotic grin stretched on my face as I smirked at her, looking down at the half unbuttoned shirt I was wearing. “Really? And do you like it buttoned or no?” I said teasingly, wiggling my eyebrows as her cheeks flushed a major red tint.