1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 19

{Hayley's POV}

The next morning, Harry and I were in the kitchen and I was making French toast for everyone, since it seemed like no one around here could cook a decent meal.

"So, Hayley," Harry began as he reached for the newspaper.

"You read the newspaper? How old are you, forty?" I tease, and he shakes his head smiling. "Ha ha."

"As I was saying, since we are an... item now," he stumbles and I just giggle as I flip the bread.

"An item? How romantic." I say in my most dramatic tone.

"You know what I mean." he glares, but a smirk is prominent on his face. What did he mean? "Anyways, since we're... ya know.. I don't really want you to hang around that Tanner guy again." his face loses all amusement and I look at him like he must be joking.

"His name is Taylor, and you can't serious." I scoff.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Harry Styles, you aren't jealous of Taylor Thomas?" I mock, and the corners of my mouth tug upward.

"I am not jealous. Why the hell would I be jealous of a dick like that?" he grabs the paper again and begins to pretend to read it.

"This doesn't have anything to do with him taking her virginity does it?" Niall says as he walks in to grabs some toast and begins to eat with his fingers. I freeze and look at Niall. Why would he bring this up? I'm afraid for his life by the way Harry is staring at him. If looks could kill, Niall would be gone.

"No, Niall. And it's not very polite to eavesdrop." Harry glares at Niall, and I have to stifle a laugh.

"It's not very polite to lie, Harold." He retorts and I drop my jaw in amusement.

"Harold?" I say followed by a fit of giggles and Harry looks completely embarrassed. He stands up and Niall runs out of the kitchen laughing. Harry would of best him up right then if he hadn't sprinted out of there like a freaking cheetah.

"Don't ever call me that." he inches closer to me and grabs my wrist, but my giggling doesn't stop.

"But why? Harold?" I tease and he shakes my wrist and I burst into laughter that I can't control. He's trying so hard to be mad, but I can see the smile he's fighting.

"Hayley Stewart. I mean it." he threatens and I pretend to zip my lips and throw away the key.

He smiles and I can't help but feel the tingling sensation where his skin is touching mine. He bites his lip and leans down to kiss me hard. He let's go of my wrist and I link my arms around him neck, and he wraps his arms around my middle lifting me up in the air.

"Now I hope we won't have to deal with this every morning." We notice Louis as he opens the fridge and drinks straight out of the milk carton.

"Sorry Lou.". Harry says as he sets me back on the ground to wink at me. I blush and go back to flipping French toast. Louis takes about 7 and eats them all in a matter of minutes.

"Hungry?" I ask in shock as he comes back for more.

"You don't know how rare it is to get a decent breakfast around here. Zayn thinks he can make eggs, but they taste like fuckin' styrofoam." he says.

"I heard that, you filthy bastard!" We hear Zayn from the living room and the three of us burst into laughter.

"I was just jokin mate. I love your cooking!" Louis shouts back, and shakes his head at me mouthing the word 'no'. I laugh and begin to clean up when a pair of large hands pick me up with ease from behind and place me behind him.