Direction Dreamer

Chapter Ten

Louis and the boys were sitting in the parlor awaiting our arrival, with Perrie sitting beside Zayn, and Danielle sitting half on top of Liam, Eleanor was nowhere in sight. “ Where have you been you two? I told you no Styles, Mikaela you’re in big trouble!” Louis scolded, trying detach me from Harry. “No. Not happening.” I said, as he tried to pry my grip from Harry’s hand. “Don’t give me an attitude, Mum said I need to watch you so you need to listen to me!” Lou whined. “You all need to sit down and talk about this instead of arguing!” Liam called over. “I like that idea, good thinking Daddy Direction!” Harry called back, grasping my hand tighter and pulling me into him. I loved the way our bodies meshed, it was like I was designed to fit into him. ‘Lou, Harry, Mikaela - Intervention time!” Zayn called. “Yeah hurfahasdfjkl” Niall mumbled, eating a sub. Nobody understood what he said, but let’s assume that it was intelligent and directed toward Harry and I being together and the positivity behind it! Louis, Harry and I sat together, Harry and I across from my brother, his best friend. Liam got up and stood between us to regulate the conversation. “Okay Louis, voice your opinion!” Liam announced. “Styles I told you that you weren’t taking her and you completely ignored me! She’s my sister, how could you not respect me and do that she’s only seventeen, you two are not seeing each other again! You both need to grow up a little!” Louis said in a ridiculous over-the-top angry tone. Harry snapped back with “Exactly! She’s sixteen and can do as she pleases, you aren’t her father! We happen to have really strong feelings for one another, who are you to tell her who she can and can’t date? I’m your best friend, are you forgetting that I set you up with Eleanor?! You can’t stop me from loving her, let me be happy too!” Did Harry just say he loves me? Was that really my first thought? I’d never heard the defensive side of him, but not going to lie, it was pretty damn attractive. He did make several good points, I’m no baby! I can make my own responsible choices. “I forbid you two from seeing each other. I wouldn’t date Gemma. How would you feel if I dated her? Hmm?” Louis questioned. “Well if you want to lose a great catch like El, I would be happy for you. She’s my sister, I’d want her to be happy!” Harry said. “You’re pushing it a bit Lou, forbid? What about probation?” Liam asked, trying to act sympathetically toward us. Clearly he was on our side. “We’re dating!” I blurted out without a thought. Louis tackled Harry from my grasp, and they ended up rolling around on the floor, Lou pulling Harry’s hair and Harry pulling his in return. It was all quite childish, really. “BREAK UP, YOU CAN’T DATE HER!” my brother said. “No!” my boyfriend yelled. This was ridiculous. I pulled Louis off of Harry and helped him up, completely disregarding Louis. “It’s off. You two are on probation. No dates, no snogging, no shagging. You have two months to get to know each other and MAYBE then you can date, MAYBE!” Louis emphasized. Harry squeezed my hand and slipped in a quick kiss when Lou turned around before he headed upstairs. I ran up shortly after, Louis was babying me, and I refused to speak to him.

The first days weren’t easy, Louis watched us like a hawk. The first day was the hardest with all of the tabloids splattered with “HARRY STYLES OF ONE DIRECTION DATING?! SORRY LADIES, BACK OF THE LINE! HE’S TAKEN!” displaying the picture of Harry’s hands cupped around my face, planting that first magical kiss on me. Louis wanted to strangle Harry. The whole affair put a major strain on their friendship. Of course, Harry and I never REALLY broke up, we just made Louis believe that we did, brushing each other off when he was around, not speaking. Whenever he left though, Harry would sneak into my room and shower me with kisses, or tickle me until my cheeks hurt. We’d wrestle and watch romantic movies and everything seemed so wonderful, plus sneaking around made things ten time more romantic! There was one day in particular that was my absolute favorite, but it was also the day that things took a turn for the worse. “Baby, grab the eggs!” Harry said, we were home alone an dup in the kitchen, and I did as he said. “You crack ‘em!” I said, eager to laugh at him. By now I knew that he couldn’t crack eggs to save his life, and I found it hysterical. He cracked the egg on the side of the counter, hitting it multiple times before it cracked, and he had to use both hands to crack it the rest of the way, with the shell still plopping into the bowl. ‘I’ll dig it out, let a pro handle the next one!” I winked, and he smiled. I dug out the shell with a fork, grabbed an egg with on hand, and in one swift motion, cracked the egg on the counter and released the contents into the bowl. I love when you do that!” Harry smiled, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Grab a whisk!” I instructed, and he grabbed one, and mixed the contents of the bowl quickly until  there was a smooth, chocolaty liquid inside of the bowl. I lined the bottom of a rectangular pan with margarine, and let Harry have at it while I washed my hands. I turned around and the next thing I knew I had a spoonful of brownie batter splattered across my T-shirt. “This means war Styles!” I screamed, going over to the bowl full of batter and grabbing a handful, flinging it at him. “YOU’LL NEVER WIN THIS TOMLINSON!” he yelled, and before I knew it brownie mix was dripping in my hair. This deserved payback, so I grabbed the bowl and dumped the whole thing over his head, and his hair was saturated. We both fell on the floor, laughing like crazy. “I think I won!” I said. He grabbed a hold of my waist and pulled me into him, getting brownie mix all over my back and my butt. “No! Harry Styles, the reigning champ at brownie batter wars!” he declared, and took the bowl sitting on the floor beside him, dumping what was remaining right on my face. “Two can play at that game Haz!” I yelled, spinning myself around in his arms and grabbing his face with both of my hands and pressing my lips to his, right there on the kitchen floor covered in brownie batter. When we detached, he had brownie batter all over his face, on his nose, both dimples and a ton smeared on his forehead. We sat on the floor like that for almost five minutes, just holding each other. We didn’t care what kind of a mess we were, this was another one of those perfect moments. When we finally got up, we cleaned up the mess and went downstairs to our rooms to get showered and changed before sitting in the parlor to watch Love Actually. It was funny to me how things happened, how love could be nonexistent one moment and in the blink of an eye, you’re with the one person who you want to share your forever with. I had always believed myself to be a lost cause, but Harry opened my eyes to things I had never seen before, he brought out the best in me as I did in him. I was never very religious, but I imagine that this would be the type of love shared by Adam and Eve. I just wished my brother could be happy for us.