All These Little Things ( ** You've Got That One Thing)

Chapter 3- "Someone's in love..."

Hello fellow readers(: That sounded so formal....hmm not like me at all. ANYWAYS! I am SO SO SORRY I have not uploaded for a while. I have been SO busy lately. I spent the whole day yesterday with my cousins and their friends riding rollercoasters...hehe;) But enough about my life & on with the story(:

++On the side is a lovely gif of Dani & LOUIS FREAKING TOMLINSON SINGING!! Seriously...what more could a person need? talk about BAM!  INSTA-PREGGO!! ;) CONTINUE...

I ran back inside, where I grabbed my stuff and left. This can't be true. Louis looked at me with a sad expression in his eyes, "Where are you going DaniBear?" He asked, that was my new nickname from Louis. DaniBear. "Home. I'll see ya guys later," I yelled over my shoulder, as I got in my car and started the drive home. 

I got home and quickly pulled out all the boxes of childhood memories I wanted to forget, but couldn't throw away. I pulled out the tub of photographs, shuffling through each pile. I gasped at what I saw. No, this can't be right. Harry Styles, the Harry Styles, was in every one of them.

I kept on shuffling through them, until I came to the last one. I looked at it. Harry's parents and my  parent's were standing together in the back while I was standing next to Harry in the middle. So he knew my parents? I thought to myself. I turned the picture over and read the caption scrawled in messy handwriting. It was my moms. It read:

Look at those two lovebirds. Harry couldn't keep his eyes off my Dani today. When they're older they will fall in love. I know they will.   -Mum

I turned the picture over again. I gasped at what I hadn't noticed before. Instead of smiling at the camera, like I was, 8 year old Harry was smiling at me.

I looked again. Oh and guess what? We were holding hands.

No.

No. That's not possible.

Harry Styles did not have a crush on me. Out of all the girls in the world, why me? Did Harry have a crush on me? Well, even if he did it wouldn't matter because I don't have a crush on him...do I?

He was one part of my childhood I didn't want to remember, I didn't want anything to do with my childhood. I looked at my parents faces again. They were smiling, happy. I realized I would never see that again. Ever.

A single tear escaped my eye, rolling down my cheek onto the thin, papery material. I laid down on the bed and soon fell asleep, with the photograph still in my hand. That night, I dreamed of Harry. His wide smile, his green eyes, his soft mound of curly hair. And when I woke up the next morning, I knew exactly who I had to talk to.

I drove over to the boys' house, hoping Harry would explain more. Once I got there, I knocked on the door. Harry opened with a large smile plastered on his face. "Dani! You're here, I missed you yesterday." He said. "Yeah, I missed you guys too. Sorry I ran out like that," I said apologetic. He looked down, then looked back up at me with a soft grin. "It's fine. I should've waited to tell you for the right moment. But we'll worry about that later, okay?" He said. I nodded in agreement, then Harry  led me inside.

I was greeted by a chorus of loud "DANI, WE MISSED YOU!!" I laughed. "You saw me yesterday boys," Just then Louis came up from behind me and hugged me from behind. He leaned down. "Too long," He whispered in my ear. The skin where his breath touched me still tingled. I blushed madly. He then pulled away and went to join the other boys in a game of Mario Kart. I joined them, cheering on Niall against Louis. Niall beat Louis. By alot. I laughed when Louis walked off, mockingly acting snooty. While Niall, did a victory dance. I noticed Harry wasn't there, so I walked into the kitchen and found him cooking.

"Whatcha makin?" I said, as I walked behind him and peeked over his shoulder. He smiled at my presence. "Spaghetti and Meatballs," He said.

"Ooooh, my favorite!" I exclaimed.

"I know, you used to eat it all the time when we were kids." He said quietly, looking away. I looked away too, dim memories flooding into my head. I decided it was time to talk.

"Harry, what were my parents like? Did you know them?" I asked quietly. He nodded. "Yes, they were very lovely people. Always kind to everyone, like you." He said softly. I nodded, thinking. Harry continued. "Our mums had this idea that we would fall in love when we got older," He chuckled. I looked at him.

"Were they right?" 

"I...I don't know." He said., blushing a bit.

I quickly changed the subject. "So, can I help cook?" I asked. "Sure, grab a spoon and start stirring the sauce." Harry said, grinning. I started stirring. 

I soon got a bit bored.

"Hey Harry?" I asked.

"Yeah?" He looked over at me.

"I do think your in love," His eyes widened at my accusation. He blushed like mad, clearly embarrassed. "With this spaghetti, I've seen the way you look at it." I finally let out. Harry sighed with relief, I chuckled. "Someone's in love," I sang teasingly.

"Yes, I do love spaghetti and meatballs." He said with a sigh.

"Enough to...wear it?" I asked innocently. He looked at me confused. But when he finally realized what I had meant, it was too late. I had taken a spoonful of tomato sauce and flung it at him. He now had spaghetti sauce all in his hair. I laughed. He glared at me. "It's on now," He said as he took noodles and shoved them down my shirt. I squealed.

Half an hour later we were still throwing food at each other when we fell down together from laughing so hard. I looked at Harry, who couldn't stop laughing. Once we got a hold of ourselves, we realized we were gonna be in some deep trouble.

We started to clean up, but my foot slipped on some loose noodles and I fell on top of Harry. He grinned. "I could get use to this," Harry said, being the cheeky lad he was. I smirked. "Yeah, well don't get used to it." I said. Just then Harry leaned forward, his lips moving to mine. I didn't want to kiss him.....did I?

NO! I most certainly did NOT want to kiss Harry! That would ruin everything, and I can't be remembered of my past. 

I leaned down to meet his lips, the pink, perfectly shaped lips I wanted so bad to kiss.

NO NO NO! DANIELLE WALKER, STOP!

But I couldn't stop myself, I wanted it so badly. I wanted to feel Harry's lips against mine. Just as I was about to press my lips to his, Louis burst in the door. 

"Harry, what's taking so long-" He stopped dead when he saw me on top of Harry, about to kiss him. His jaw dropped. His eyes were glistening with anger and jealousy. "Harry....DaniBear....what are you doing?" He gritted through his teeth. I looked at Louis, then to Harry, then back to Louis. "It's not what it looks like Lou, I promise. I was just....looking for a noodle....in Harry's hair......" I said. I was a terrible liar. Just then Louis ran out like a kid screaming "PAUL! PAUL! HARRY'S HAVING SEX IN THE KITCHEN!!" Harry groaned. I got up off him, wiping the damp noodles out of my hair. Just then, Paul (their bodyguard) walked in. His jaw dropped when he saw the mess.

"You two are in trouble, come with me...now."

HUHLOOO! I hope you all liked it! Well...I don't have much to say.....except....well....SUPERMAAAAAANNNN!! Sighhh....I miss the video diaries!! I WANT THE 5 IDIOTS ON THE STAIRS BACK!!  We should start a petition or something, idk lol(: Oh yeah, and what do you think is going to happen between Louis & Danielle now? HMMM....decisions decisions.......KEEP READING TO FIND OUT! :D

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