"The Only Way I Know" (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 22

SHAY'S POV:

Yesterday was everything I could have wished for and more. I got to spend my whole day in Disneyland and with Harry by my side. I don't think it gets any better than this. The day was spent enjoying each others company and riding rides in the amusement park. We rode everything; from the turtles to the biggest roller coaster they had there. Plus, I even got Harry to ride it. He told me a while ago how much he hates rollercoasters and how scared he is of heights but he rode it anyway, for me.

Not to even mention how sweet and kind he is to me. He treats me like I'm some sort of princess or some precious item, when in reality I'm nothing but your average, everyday girl that just seemed to catch Harrys attention. I'm very lucky to have met him, though I do wonder sometimes. I wonder why he picked me. Not really pick but I guess more of decided to like me, if that makes sense. He could basically have almost any girl in the whole entire world, but he likes me. It feels kind of surreal. I guess I never really took into perspective of how famous he actually he is. But believe me I figured it out yesterday when we were on our way out of the entrance gates at the front of the park and there were what seemed like hundreds of girls waiting outside for them to exit the park. All of them holidng posters and snapping pictures of all of us and the girls screaming, oh god. The screaming, I don't know how they deal with that every single day. The screams were so loud and ear wrenching. I so was not ready for all of that. All of the girls I mean, nothing else.

After we had all got ushered into the cars and were all in safely, the boys were keeping conversation with Paul about how the day was for all of them and if they enjoed themselves, which they all eagerly nodded their heads in approval, while I was left alone to ponder my thoughts.

I don't think I have had that much fun today as I have in the longest time. It was very laid back and relaxed, but also some what of romantic. It was the perfect mix. If this is how dating Harry is like, constantly having fun with each other and just simply enjoying each others company, then I will have forever to be greatful to have somebody like Harry and these boys in my life.

I hope these 5 special boys are in my life forever. They never fail to constantly keep a smile on my face and keep me laughing at all times of the day. They are really the best of friends to me, even though I've only known them for a short time, it feels like I've know them practically my whole entire life. They all act like my older brothers too, and look after me, it's the most heart warming thing to know that I always have four boys looking out for me and protecting me to make sure that I'm safe know matter what.

Still sitting in the black van I start to get this feeling inside. A feeling unlike one I've never felt before, it felt so foreign. I hadn't a clue to what it was or what caused it. I looked out the window and started to focus on something else to maybe and try to get this feeling to go away. Just as I turned my gaze to look out of the window I heard a laugh. A laugh that I could always pick out. A laugh that was so recognizable to me. It was Harry's. His deep and thick accented chuckle sounded throught the van as he laughed at something the boys must have said though I didn't quite catch it.

I looked right at Harry and studied him for a second. Everything about him was literally perfect to me. His face; the first thing you notice when you look at him: his bright green eyes that you could spot anywhere that make you melt to a puddle under their gaze, his perfect shaped rosey pink lips that are so kissable and they are nothing short of that, believe me I would know;), and to top it off, his beautiful chestnut curls that adorn his beautiful face that shows off dimples when he smiles, and those curls that I love to wrap my fingers in while we kiss. Oh, and don't even get me started on his body. He was so fit. So, so, so fit. It seriously makes me tremble just looking at his body. Every part of his body is toned to complete perfection. My favorite part is his stomach which has a huge six pack on it. I can literally feel him stomach muscles contract under me when we hug. Omg. How could I even forget the best part?

His tattoos. So many of them. So many, that cover most of his left arm and slightly his right and a few that lay on his torso. There so perfect. Each and every one of them seem to have a deep and meaningful story behind them as to why he got them. Just like his old tattoo that said "I can't change" no he has one covering it up because he said that statement was invalid because he said that you can change if you put your mind to it and try, in return getting it covered up by something more powerful and positive. Where that tattoo used to be is now covered with a picture of an anchor. He said that the anchor represents him needing something to keep him grounded because at times he can let the fame get to him and he doesn't like himself when that happens to him so he got the anchor to me a constant reminder to always remember who he really is and where he came from.

After hearing him tell me that story today when I mentioned that I admired his tattoo, it felt as if that one small story about one of his tattoos brought us so close. I only wish and hope that he continues to tell me more about all of his tattoos because they all intrigue me. He's such an interesting and complex person and people don't even give him the time of day and characterize him as somebody who he is most definitley not and that could only be further proved my how he acted today. He's so perfect and I can't help but love him.

Love? L-O-V-E? No. I didn't just say that. I couldn't possible love Harry yet. Yes, I like him so much I can't even process it, but we've haven't even known each other long. How could you fall in love with somebody you partically know? I have no clue. But I now know for a fact that this feeling I'm feeling talking about it is the same feeling I felt a short while earlier. It's most definitley love. Love for Harry. I'm falling for Harry.

"Hey Shay were home, let's get out yeah?" I nodded as Harry helped me out of the car and into the house. This was going to be a long night. How do I tell Harry that I love him?