My Little Star (Fetus Harry Styles)

Chapter 24

"Hey, I'm home!" I hear Harry's book bag hit the wooden floor at the front of the door.

"Hey," I begin to walk down the stairs but he runs up to meet me halfway.

"You ready to go?" He has the biggest smile on his face.

"Yeah, let me just go get my money." Before I can take one step, he takes my hand, turning me around in my tracks.

"No, I'm paying, remember?"

"Harry, I can't let you do that. I know you're trying to be a gentleman or whatever but I'm already staying at your house and not paying a dime to do so."

"It's alright that's what friends are for," he says.

"As a friend I'm telling you that it's not fair for your mother to have to pay for my food and water bill everyday then have to pay for a prom dress. Keep in mind that she's a single mother that has to work night shifts in order to maintain."

"Fine then," he finally gives in.

I get my wallet, place it in my small purse, and go downstairs to meet Harry at the door.

"Wait. How are we getting to the shop?" I ask.

"We're walking. You've been inside to long and you're starting to look a bit pale."

"Is that so?"

"No," he laughs, "it's just that everything in Holmes Chapel is so close by. You'll find that out soon enough. I'd drive, that is, if I had a car," he explains.

"It's alright, walking is nice," I say.

"Not when you're walking in the rain."

"It must be refreshing though."

"Wow,unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable," he shakes his head.

"What?" I ask.

"It's unbelievable how you just refuse to see the negative side of things."

"Not really, I find myself being pretty negative sometimes. I just don't like hearing other people complain about things. It really bums me out, you know?"

"I get it," he says.

"How much further?" I ask.

"Awh, is someone tired?" He mocks me.

"Yes and you said everything was close."

"Okay okay, hop on." He bends over, expecting me to hop on his back.

"Oh no, I'm really not that light."

"You look fine to me. 130 at the most."

"I really can't," I say.

"I didn't want to have to do this, he picks me up in his arms, I start kicking but he throws me over his shoulder.

"Harry! Put me down," I protest.

"It's alright, I've got you."

"It's it that. I just don't want people to think we're one of those gross couples who like flaunting our relationship in their faces."

"Oh I see.... so now we're a couple?"

"No!" I laugh.

"Are you embarrassed of me, Nat?"

"I am when you carry me like this."

"Then you're going to hate me for this," he places me on his chest, I instinctively wrap my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. He twirls me around as cars watch from the stoplight. I can't even protest because I'm laughing too hard.

When he finally puts me down I get out my camera and decide to go along with it. I like seeing the facial expressions of the people driving by. We press the button on the pole and wait for the walk signal so that we can cross. The signal appears and Harry takes my hand in his, kissing the top of mine. We hold hands and skip across the street, making sure to throw in a few twirls and dips here and there until we reach the other side. To finish off the number he bowes and I curtesy as the rest of the cars pass.

We crossed a few more times and I made sure to get a few pictures of him pretending to be a ballerina.

Our lungs hurt from laughing so much by the time we got to the dress shop but I could pass out right now and it'd totally be worth it.