Moments - A Harry Styles Fan Fiction (COMPLETE)

Morning Shock...

After looking at the text the tears started once again. This time though it wasn't sadness. Well it was but also the fact that I have such an amazing best friend who cares about me so much.

I climbed off my bed and grabbed the comfiest pair of pyjamas I could find which was my Onesie. Do not laugh. It is extremely cosy! I pulled on my onesie over a tank top and my underwear and rung out my hair to let it dry out naturally. My face was still tear stained but I tried to make myself look happier by smiling.

Then I spotted the picture of Skye and I last night that I had set as my computer wallpaper and started bawling again. Seriously these emotions! No I'm not on my period I'm just having an eventful night!

Just as I was once again wiping my now bloodshot eyes the doorbell rang and I knew exactly who it was. I hurried down the stairs and opened the door to find a certain curly-haired, green-eyed boy who was also wearing his pyjamas. A smiling Harry was holding a DVD, two tubs of ice-cream, popcorn, chocolate and of course a box of tissues. I smiled although the tears just started again. He walked in placed the things in his arms on my hall table and wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm so sorry Liv. He's a complete and utter bas-" Harry started in complete range as he stroked the back of my head. "Harry!" I snapped at him. "Sorry..." he trailed off as we pulled apart and he looked into my eyes. "You're looking well anyway" he joked as he admired my onesie. I twirled around like a princess and laughed. He's been here two minutes and I'm already cheered up.

"Come on. Let's go cry our hearts out at The Notebook!" Harry exclaimed as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, grabbed our treats and we walked into my massive sitting room which held a sixty-inch flat screen tv and lots of comfy couches. This isn't even our fancy room. This is where everyone chills out!

I made myself comfortable on the couch with a duvet Harry carried downstairs and snuggled me in while he put the DVD in and pressed play. The microwave then beeped indicating that the popcorn was ready. I went to get it but Harry quickly stopped me. "let me" He bowed like a gentleman and I laughed at his silliness.

I sat there smiling to myself thinking how lucky I was. What other girl has a guy like this? Right now I'm happy even if Harry isn't my boyfriend. I just need my boy best friend.

He soon came back carrying two steaming bags of freshly popped popcorn and sat beside me wrapping himself in the duvet. "So are you staying over here tonight?" I asked hoping he would as I shoved a massive spoonful of Ben and Jerry's Phish Food into my mouth causing immediate brain freeze and Harry was nearly finished his bag of still hot popcorn. He shrugged. "I mean I'd like to. You know to make sure you're ok. I mean only if..you know you wanted me to. Like I don't want you to be uncomfortable and....." I cut off his adorable rant. "of course I want you to stay with me!" I laid my head on his toned chest as the movie begun and he rested his head on mine.

By the end of the movie both Harry and I were crying our eyes out like two forty year old sappy moms who have no life. That's how cool we are.

"Honestly I'm such a girl. I cry every time I watch this!" I looked at him in disbelief. He's watched this movie before?! "What? Just because I'm a guy doesn't mean I can't enjoy a good chick flick!" Harry defended himself but I decided to throw a pillow at him anyway. I laughed as Harry threw the pillow back at me and we started fighting. I started throwing literally anything I could get my hands on which included spoons, popcorn, chocolate squares, DVD boxes, anything. By the time we had finished the room looked like a bomb had hit it. "let's clean this up in the morning. Right now we should probably get to bed" I said as I looked at the clock on the wall. It was two am.

"And where exactly will I sleep?" Harry asked raising his eyebrows humorously.

"Uhm...good question" I replied thoughtfully as I stroked my chin struggling not to burst out laughing. "Maybe we should just sleep down here" I came to the conclusion that my dad would kill me if he found me in the same bed as a boy. Even though he isn't exactly a big influence in my life he slightly cares...