Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 33

A/N: I'm going to start doing my author note's like this because it looks so much more professional xD Anyway, I know this would never happen in real lif (a girlfriend being drug onstage), but this story is fiction guys. Let's keep pretending, mkay? Mkay. Enjoy<3

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Chapter 33 – Harry’s P.O.V.

            Anxiety coursing through my veins, my heart pounding louder with every seconds as my palms grew clammy. Today was the day of the “big kiss,” as Jeff had called it. Though I may be turning twenty today, it certainly does not feel like. Instead I feel like I’m crumbling away to a world of the unknown; one where nobody wants me. One where happiness is nonexistent. Maybe I’m being dramatic, but it’s all I’ve got.

            My eyes skimmed over Valerie’s figure curled against me, finally landing on that beautiful face of hers as her eyes remained closed, soft snores leaving her slightly parted lips. I gently brushed my fingers across her cheeks, tucking her hair behind her ear before I kissed her forehead.

            With Valerie turning nineteen and me turning twenty, I feel like today should be a time to be celebrating. But no; we have to go through an interview where I get to watch my girlfriend kiss my best mate. I didn’t believe Valerie when she said I had been her first kiss, but now I just want to be her last. First and last, but no one else in between. I want to be Valerie’s first for everything, even if it’s something as simple as taking her to a restaurant or country she’s never seen before. Whatever the situation may be, I just want to be the one to hold onto that first experience of hers. Hell, it might even be her virginity (wish I’m in absolutely no rush to steal from her), but I’d take that as well. It’d be an honor if Valerie allowed me to be her first for things she’s never done before; as long as I get to be her last as well.

            Possessive? Maybe. Ashamed? Not at all.

            My eyes fell on the clock as a sigh left my lips. I pulled my arm from around Valerie, gently squirming out from beneath her as I stood to go take my shower. It may be my birthday, but it’s also a work day. Typical, honestly. You get used to it.

            Stepping back into the room fully clothes as I ruffled my wet hair with a towel, I noticed Valerie was just now getting up. She was stretching her arms out in the shape of a cross, one I’ve grown to find extremely adorable as her mouth opens for a large yawn. She’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

            “Morning, beautiful. Sleep good?” I smiled as I pecked her cheek, laughing quietly as she closed her eyes, mumbling something I didn’t quite catch. “Happy ninetieth birthday.”

            “Happy twentieth birthday,” Valerie said, smiling lazily up at me. “You’re getting old, Harold. Go back to be a fetus on X-Factor.”

            I couldn’t help but laugh as I shook my head, running my fingers through the damp curls. “Those were good days, Val. But everyone has to grow up sometime, right?”

            “No,” Valerie muttered. “I won’t allow it.”

            I chuckled, glancing back at her. I simply couldn’t get enough of her endless beauty. She was absolutely stunning, even in the morning with her bed head.

            “Can I take a shower?” she questioned as she stood to stretch her muscles.

            “Absolutely not. You have to go to the interview looking like that,” I joked as she rolled her eyes, smiling slightly as she swatted me in the shoulder.