Love Caught Fire (One Direction Fanfiction)

56++Are You Breaking Up With Me?

Harper's POV

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bear this in mind it was meant to be," I vaguely heard. I swear, if Alyson is listening to One Direction songs again at 8 in the morning, I am going to go over to her room and--

"Harper, Alyson, get down here!" Charlie yelled from a distance.

"And it all makes sense to me." I quietly sang along to the music and I got out of my bed, running downstairs alongside Alyson.

Charlie was mesmorized as she stared out the window. Once she saw Alyson and I, she opened the front door, leading the way outside.

And there they were.

All five of them together on our front yard.

Once I got done debating whether or not this was a dream, the song was already over! Alyson had already run up to Niall and was embraced in his tight hug. Charlie was in Louis' arms as well, Zayn raced towards me to beat Harry. 

Zayn picked me up, twirled me around, and Harry just glared at him with his arms crossed. I laughed and Zayn gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Good to see you again, blondie!" Zayn teased and messed up my hair.

"If only I could say the same." I teased back and then went over to Harry to wipe that frown off his face. "Zayn's taken. Don't worry."

Harry chuckled and pulled me into his tattooed arms. "I wasn't worried," he corrected me. "I just wanted you for myself."

"Even better." I tilted my head up to meet his lips in a kiss. "You wanna go on a walk?"

He nodded and linked his hand into mine. Everyone was too excited to see each other to notice us walking away. Our intertwined hands were swinging back and forth and Harry swung them high enough for his lips to kiss my hand.

"So how was Texas? You never really told me." Harry spoke.

I shrugged. "Texas is the same. Hot, dry, and boring. My mom really had it in for me the whole time I was there though."

Harry's head shot in my direction. "She did? What happened?"

I sighed and tried not to make a big deal of what I was about to say. "She noticed my tattoo and thought that you were pressuring me into becoming something I'm not."

His eyes widened. "That's insane! I'm not doing that to you...am I?"

"No, of course not!" I assured him. "But then she got this crazy ass idea that I was in an abusive relationship with you."

"How on earth did she get that in her head?" he asked.

"It was from the black eye I got from that one fan. You know, the one that accidentally elbowed me in the face." I reminded Harry and he nodded.

"I'm really sorry about that. I could tell my mom to call yours and tell her how great of a person I am." he offered.

I laughed. "What are we? Two? Your mom doesn't have to call my mom for our 'problems'. My dad knows what a true sweetheart you are so he's trying to convince her of that."

"How does your dad know?" he questioned with a smirk.

I blushed a little in embarrassment. "I may or may not talk about you sometimes at home."

He noticed my burning cheeks so he unlinked our hands and swung his arm over my shoulder. "It's okay," he kissed my left temple. "I talk about you too."

"All good things, I hope." I smiled.

"No, just your tattoo, your black eye from getting into fights on the street, you quitting your job at the salon--"