After his long flight back home, Harry knew he should've spent the day resting. But he couldn't. He was too anxious about Rowan coming over. He ended up spending the day trying to clean up his flat.
He realized that was a bad idea the next morning, or rather afternoon, when a series of knocks on the door woke him up.
Still a bit groggy, Harry pulled himself out of bed and trudged to the front door. He rubbed his eyes as he pulled it open, muttering a low, "Ello?"
He was answered with a giggle. His heart spiked and he dropped his hand quickly.
Rowan was stood before him in just a pair of leggings and a way too big hoodie with her long brown hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. She was dressed for a lazy day, she didn't even have makeup on, but she still looked like the most beautiful woman in Harry's eyes.
"Well this is a sight," Rowan teased as she eyed Harry. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants (comando, but he decided not to tell Rowan that), and that was it. "You were really expecting me I see."
"Sorry, Ro. I slept in," he said. "Come in, I'll go get dressed."
Harry silently cursed to himself as he quickly pulled on a pair of boxers and a random t-shirt he found lying on the floor. He should've set an alarm or something. At least Rowan didn't find that experience too awkward.
When he returned, Harry found Rowan sat on the couch waiting for him. She smiled as he entered the room, making Harry's heart beat faster.
"So, what are we going to watch?" she asked.
"Dunno. I have a movie collection over there - " He gestured to the small shelf full of movies next to his TV. "You pick one and I'll get snacks?"
"That's a great idea."
About 5 minutes later, Harry returned with two bowls of popcorn in his hand and many bags of candies stacked on each bowl. He turned to the TV screen to see the main menu for the Titanic DVD playing.
"No way," he said, shaking his head.
"Why?!" Rowan asked. "I thought you loved this movie!"
"I do, but I don't feel like crying right now."
"Oh come on, Haz! How can you say no to the masterpiece that is Titanic?! Just let me watch my husband Leo and my wife Kate, please?"
Harry rolled his eyes jokingly. He didn't mind the movie choice. He loved Titanic. He cried at the end every time. He just wasn't sure if he wanted Rowan to see him ugly cry when he was trying to "woo her".
Harry set out the snacks and Rowan pressed play on the movie. It started out pretty simple; Rowan was curled up on one end of the couch eating away at a pack of Maltesers while Harry sat at the other end eating a full bowl of popcorn.
How do I get her to come closer? he thought to himself. I want to do that corny "putting your arm around the girl" thing all the guys do in the movies, but I can't do that when she's an arm's length away.
"Hey," Harry said, interrupting the scene where Jack sees Rose for the first time. "Are you cold?" Rowan shrugged. "I'm gonna grab a blanket, be right back."
Harry raced up to his room and found his trusty fluffy blanket and quickly ran back down to the living room. He drapped the blanket over his legs, even though he was definitely warm enough, and continued to watch the movie.
So far, his plan was not working. He was hoping Rowan would ask for some blanket and he could tell her to move closer, then he'd put his arm around her.
This is so stupid, she doesn't even like you, Harry!
"You know what I don't get?" Rowan asked. "How can a woman as beautiful as Rose ever fall for someone like...Cal."
"Well I don't thinl she exactly fell for. She was betrothed to him or something. For money and such," Harry responded.
"Kind of like us."
Rowan thought Harry didn't hear her remark, but he did. And it stung.
He wished he could have met Rowan under different circumstances. He wished they could've been friends first, just friends, both in front of the cameras and off. Maybe then it would've been more likely that something could happen.
"I'd rather be Jack than Cal," Harry mumbled to himself.
Rowan turned to him. A small smile spread across her face. "You're definitely a Leonardo DiCaprio, Styles."
"And you're definitely a Kate Winslet, Williams."
Rowan smiled and eyed Harry's blanket. "You know what? I am kinda cold."
Harry smiled and lifted the blanket. "Well then come over here."
Rowan shuffled across the couch until she was almost sitting on top of Harry and threw the blanket over her legs. Harry took this brief moment of confidence to wrap his arm around her shoulder. His heart raced, thinking she was going to pull away or say something, but instead she rested her head on his shoulder.
Harry smiled to himself and relaxed. Maybe this plan was going to work after all.
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A SHITTY FILLER. I HAD A BETTER IDEA FOR THIS CHAPTER AND THEN WHEN I WROTE IT I GOT WRITER'S BLOCK FUCK
Also, I'm currently working on a Niall Horan social media story and I was thinking of tying it in with this one. Should I publish that story now along side that one (that way I can reference that story in this one and vice versa), or should I wait and complete this story then do that one. And would you guys read a Niall Horan fic?
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faking it ~ harry styles
Fanfiction"love you fake girlfriend" "love you too fake boyfriend" in which they were put together to promote their upcoming projects but something blossoms between them
