Piper ~ H.S

~Sixty-One~

A/N: Jesus Christ. Past chapter sixty already lmao. I can't believe how long this book is getting xD This chapter has a lot of time skipping though :p

I was scouring all around the bedroom that late morning trying to find my phone – since I couldn't for the life of me remember where I'd put it. I thought I'd left it on my bedside table – but when I went to check, it was nowhere to be seen. So now, I was confused as fuck – because I literally had no idea where it was.

"Come on, phone, where are you..?" I muttered to myself as I looked under my pillow, "Where are you?"

I was just about to call for Harry and ask him to dial my number for me so that I could follow the ringtone and hopefully find the phone – but before I could even open my mouth, he was already walking through the bedroom door...holding my phone.

"Hey, babe..." Harry spoke up first with an amused smile playing at his lips, "What's, er...what's 'Knocked Up' about?"

My eyes immediately widened upon hearing his words.

That was the name of one of the Harry Styles fanfictions in my Wattpad library.

Oh no...

No, no, no, no, NO! 

DAMN IT!

"Oh my God!" I ran straight over to him, "H-Harry...j-just ignore that-"

"Oh, what about this one?" I heard Harry chuckling as he tapped something on my phone screen, "'The Internship'...inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey, apparently..." his smile instantly grew, "let's see...'Knocked Up' is about me, 'The Internship' is about me, and all these other ones...'Dear Harry', 'The Fighter', and 'Netpals' are all about me too," he began to snigger, "is someone a little fond of fanfiction, love?" He smirked at me.

"Harry, give my phone back right now!" I made a grab for my phone – but he cheekily held it out of my reach, "Come on! You're not being nice!" I pouted.

"Oh, what's this?" Harry's smirk immediately grew as he continued to scroll through my phone, "'Harry Styles Imagines', 'Harry Styles Dirty Imagines', 'Long and Dirty Harry Styles Imagines', 'Harry Styles Mature One Shots'," he immediately burst out laughing, "holy shit, Leah. Are these actually what I think they are?"

"Harry!" I was really starting to freak out now, "Please give it back!"

"Leah Teresa Marrone, you've been reading pornography about me, haven't you?" Harry's smirk was wide and his smugness was obvious, "Admit it."

"No!" I shook my head vigorously, "No, no, no – y-you've got it all wrong! I haven't read those books in ages!" I was desperate to defend myself.

"Oh yeah? Then why do you still have them saved on your phone?" He asked me with a grin.

"I...I-I just..." I felt my cheeks burning hot red, "I-I-I haven't gotten around to deleting them yet..."

"Or maybe you just want to keep them saved, hm?" Harry nudged me, "All those dirty one-shots...how could you possibly part with them?" he chuckled, "You know what? Perhaps I should read some of these one-shots. Maybe I'll find out more about what you're into."

"NO!" I protested immediately, "Harry, please! If you start reading even one of those books I'm gonna die!" I cried, "I-I've had Wattpad since I was 15, OK? And yes, I admit – I used to read lots of fanfiction, but I don't anymore – I-I swear!"

"Wow. I have discovered something brand-new about Leah today," Harry sniggered, "I think it's worth tweeting about, actually. I'll do that now."

I let out a huge gasp at his words.