Harry's Girl (Harry Styles Fanfic)

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I awoke to Harrys soft snoring. I rolled over and so did my stomach. I bolted out of bed and ran to the toilet just in time.

"Emma?"

Harry padded into the bathroom and took in what was happening.

"Emma! Are you okay? Actually no you aren't, of course you aren't you're puking right in front of me. I should probably help. Yeah don't worry I'll help."

I felt him hold my hair back as I finished. I got up and brushed my teeth.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I think."

"Maybe we should go home today instead of tomorrow yeah?"

"No no I'm fine, really."

"Emma, no you aren't"

"But I don't wanna go home," I wailed.

"I know but we have to go home tomorrow anyways."

"But I wanted to go to the beach today."

Harry thought for a moment and then sighed.

"Fine we're leaving tonight. No buts."

"Deal. I'm hungry. Got any bacon?"

"Emma, you just threw up. How can you eat?"

"I dunno," I started walking to the kitchen when all of a sudden I felt really dizzy.

I held my head in my hands until it finally stopped.

"Emma...what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just a little dizzy."

"Maybe we should see a doctor."

"Or maybe we shouldn't."

"Emma-"

"Harry, I'm fine."

"Okay but if anything else weird happens I'm getting you an appointment."

"Okay but I'm telling you, this is nothing."

"Alright doll, whatever you say."

"Did you just call me doll? Do I look like a plastic Barbie to you?"

"No, your prettier and sexier and Barbie doesn't have a nice, round bum like you babe," Harry said as he smacked it.

"Oi! Hands to yourself."

"No promises."

"You're like, super cocky today.. you know that?"

"Oh yeah it's apart of the package."

"Well then is there any chance I could possibly get a refund?"

"Pardon?"

"You heard me," I giggled at his shocked expression.

"You will pay."

Before I could explain, he picked me up and threw my over his back.

"Harry stop I'm dead serious!"

"Never!"

"I will throw up on you! Now put me down!"

He put me down and looked at me like I was an alien or something.

"Gosh sorry then."

He walked out onto the porch and shut the door beside him.

I could tell he was definitely hurt, and that was the last thing I wanted to do to him.