terrified | harry styles

Terrified | Lastings

Terrified | Lastings

author's pov / 3rd pov

"Fuck no Harry!" Layla had practically pounced on Harry and snatched the laptop away from him, running out of their bedroom like a child.

Harry sighed deeply and got out of the bed to follow his dear girlfriend into their living room. When he found her with his laptop behind her back, he gave her a look, "Are you gonna give me my laptop back?"

"No," she stated shaking her head. "The story c-can't end like that."

"It can end however I want it to end. To remind you, it came from my brain aka..my imagination. Which means that I get to do whatever I want with it," he responded nonchalantly.

"Y-You..you don't h-have to be an asshole about it," Layla grumbled with her eyebrows pinched together.

"I'm not, just telling you how it is my love," Harry easily reached behind her back and took his laptop away from her before he walked back into their bedroom like nothing happened.

Layla flopped on the couch and placed her chin in the palm of her hand as she just pouted, knowing that she probably wasn't going to get her way.

Layla and Harry has been dating for about three years now. They were both young and sweet souls that were in love with each other. Actually, they first met at the library when Layla dropped her books and Harry was there to help her like the gentleman he was. Harry's hobby was writing, it was something that he enjoyed doing a lot. That's how Layla became so infatuated with him because of his insane creativity. Unfortunately, Layla wasn't as intelligent as Harry was. She had a hard time at reading and comprehension, but Harry still loved her regardless of it.

Layla had barely passed highschool when it came to the subject of literature. She couldn't pronounce certain words due to her small speech impediment, and she would get super insecure when it came to reading out loud. Harry actually attended the same highschool as her and noticed that she was really struggling. When it came to her senior year people doubted that she was even going to graduate. So Harry decided to tutor her and help her out until she accomplished her goal to walk across that stage. Ever since then they had been a thing—they loved each other.

Since Harry has been trying to get his name out there as an author he has been writing multiple drafts to publish, and the one he was working on at the moment was a romantic-thriller of him and Layla. Of course none of it was true, but it was exciting to write them/their relationship in a different way.

Quite frankly, Layla did not like the ending of his recent draft that was based off of them. She wanted a different ending or something. But he didn't want that.

Harry extended his neck to the side to see Layla in the living room pouting. Personally, he knew that she didn't like the ending. So what was he suppose to do about it? It was just a draft, it wasn't like it was going to be published or anything so he didn't understand why she was so upset about it.

Sighing, he rolled out of bed once again and brought his laptop with him as well. He walked in the living room and sat on the couch next to Layla. Opening his laptop he went to the draft and scrolled all the way down towards the ending, deleting the ending completely before he handed Layla the laptop on her lap.

"Here, you can write the ending," he says with an encouraging nudge.

She looked at him, worry and completely fear was in her eyes, "I can?"

"Yeah," Harry gave her a little smile. "I shouldn't act like an asshole towards you. So I'm letting you use you're creativity to end the story however you want it to end. Do anything to it, and I'll save it forever."