The Story Of Our Lives. {Harry Styles FanFic}

Chapter 21;

Autumn's Point Of View;

Once I realised that Harry had finished explaining, I sat there trying to process the information that he just told me.

His thumb was still tracing patterns on my skin, which calmed me. Everything he said was trying to process in my head, as I was trying to place the jigsaw pieces together.

Where was Louis now? When I was at Harry's, I thought he was only sharing it with him. I knew that his and mine relationship was too good to be true, six months wasted down the drain.

I shook my head from the thoughts of him, instead I looked at Harry, who was looking back at me through worried eyes. I sighed and leaned forward placing my head on his shoulder.

His hands moved to the tips of my hair, as he massaged it gently. I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling of his skilled fingers stroking through my hair.

"I know we haven't made anything official about what we are, but I love you, I think that's enough." Harry whispered.

I removed my head from his shoulder, looking up at him in front of me. Personally I didn't feel that we had to label each other boyfriend and girlfriend, I guess ever since he started staying over, we already decided that what we had was more than friendship.
Ever since our first kiss it was clear what we were.

"I love you too." I replied smiling, which instantly made a smile appear on his lips.

His green emerald eyes turned a lighter colour, he looked happier.

"I think we should bake something." He said standing up, he grabbed my hand and lead me to the kitchen.

I placed myself on the countertop, as Harry quickly paced around the kitchen getting all the essentials that he needed.

He grabbed a big mixing bowl, before pointing at me, indicating for me to go over to him. I hopped off the countertop and made my way over to Harry.

"Can you beat these two eggs? That's if you can do that." He said teasingly smirking.

I laughed, pushing him away from me. "Of course I can, just watch and learn." I replied before cracking the egg on the side of the bowl, letting the yolk fall perfectly into the bowl.

I looked over at Harry with a 'told you so look' before continuing with my task. After the two egg yolks were placed in the bowl, I grabbed a fork and began to stir.

I felt two arms secure themselves around my waist, pulling me closer into my body. One hand removed from my waist, moving my long hair to one side before I could feel Harry's lips press small kisses from the back of my ear, to the side of my jawbone, then finally his lips settling on my neck.

He placed small kisses across my neck, the sensation making me close my eyes and lean back into him. I could feel a slimey sensation on my neck and realised Harry had just licked my neck.

I opened my eyes in surprise before turning around to face Harry, playfully slapping him on the arm. "Harry, you're such a disgusting person." I moaned grabbing the sleeve of my jumper to wipe his slime off my neck.

Harry's musical laugh filled my kitchen as he winked at me, before turning back to doing whatever he was doing.

I spotted the packet of flour, an evil plan mastering its way into my mind. I smirked evilly, placing both of my hands into the flour, I made sure there were both well coated with flour before turning towards Harry, my arms crossed behind my back.

"Harry, can you come here?" I asked, biting the inside of my cheek gently to stop myself from smiling.

Harry turned towards me, digging his hands in his pocket as he walked over to me, he stood right in front of my, bending down before softly nuzzling his nose against mine.

I giggled, placing my flour coated hand on his cheek, spreading my hand across his face. I lifted my other hand, placing it on his hair, massaging the flour into his hair.

Harry's eyes shot open, as I realised he felt the sensation of flour on his face, I stepped back from him laughing uncontrollably on how funny he looked.

He placed his hand on his face, wiping the excess flour off his skin. "That was such a bad idea Autumn, you're going to pay for that." He said stepping back.

I controlled my laughter, sticking my tongue out at Harry, grabbing a piece of kitchen paper removing the flour on my hands.

I could hear footsteps behind me, but before I could turn around I could hear a 'crack' before feeling a sticky substance slide into my hair and down my face.

I turned around and glared at Harry. He took it too far this time, it was now time for war.

I picked up the closest thing to me, which was the bowl of dough, I grabbed a piece of dough launching it at him. The dough landed on his white fitted t-shirt and slid down onto the tiled floor.

I giggled, as he picked up the piece of dough, throwing it back which landed on the side of my face. I pulled a face of disgust, wiping the dough off my face.

Harry started laughing, grabbing more essentials to fling at me. I looked around desperately trying to find something else, but all that was beside me was a small bottle of milk.

I quickly ran over to it grabbing it, unscrewing the lid before turning back to Harry who had his back turned towards me.

I silently tip-toed behind him, before tilting the milk up over his head, watching as the liquid leaked down his body. As soon as the bottle was empty, I threw it to the floor just as Harry turned towards me. His eyes were now a deep green, a playful look on his face as he laughed along with me.

I grabbed on to his t-shirt, bringing him down to me and kissing his flour covered face. His hands circled my waist pulling me closer, placing his lips softly on mine.

I smiled, pulling away and looking at the mess that surrounded us.
Harry looked around too, laughing at the mess.

I whacked him on the arm. "Harry," I groaned. "Look at all this mess!" He chuckled behind me placing a kiss on my forehead.

"We can clean it in minute, but first lets get ourselves cleaned up." He said winking at me, grabbing my hand and leading me upstairs to the bathroom.

I grabbed a handful of towels out of the closet, throwing two at Harry.

"I'm getting my shower first." I said grabbing my Jammie's from my wardrobe, making my way to the bathroom door.

"Why waste water when we can both shower together?" He asked as he walked over towards me, which made me step backwards. I felt my back hit against the wall behind me as I realised I was trapped.

I looked up at Harry, his eyes bright and intense staring back into mine. He leaned down slowly, his eyes shutting closed. I waited until his lips nearly brushed mine before escaping his grasp, running to the bathroom and locking the door behind me.

"You're going to pay for that when you come out." I heard Harry say through the closed door.

I rolled my eyes, before taking off the clothes that I was wearing, I turned on the shower, stepping into it letting the warm water drip across my body.