Everything About You (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 30

December 18, 2009

"YES, MOTHERFUCKER, YES!" Harry screamed out, jumping around me like he was on crack. "Harry, calm down! Stop cussing! We're technically still on school property!" "I DON'T EVEN GIVE A F-" "Mr.Styles, I suggest you consider what you are going to say next before I consider taking away your holiday break. You wouldn't want to spend your 2 weeks here, now would you?"

Harry shut up after our maths teacher passed by us. "Harsh," he commented quietly. "You deserved that though. You should know better," I replied, flicking my hair off of my shoulder in a sassy way. "I hate you," he told me, struggling with hiding his smile. "I know," I grinned and turned around, knowing that he was following behind.

"I don't feel like walking home, Em. Can't we just get a ride?" Harry whined and I rolled my eyes. "Exercise is good for your health," I reminded him. "I refuse to believe that. Exercise has never done anything to improve my health. The word itself just reminds me of how much sleep I suddenly need to catch up on." I laughed at him and he shrugged as if he was the wisest person on the planet.

"So what are your plans for this holiday break?" I asked him casually. I glanced at him once and giggled when I noticed his eyes widening in disbelief. "Are you serious right now? I'm spending it with you like I always have. You're acting as though you don't even know who I am. I'm ashamed actually."

"Ashamed?" "Yes, very, very ashamed. I can't even believe I'm walking home with you right now. You are a disgrace in this relationship." I shook my head and bent down in one swift motion. "Ouch, I think there's a rock in my shoe!" Harry stopped immediately and waited behind me. "Are you all right, Emmy?"

I slowly and carefully balled up a pile of snow and pretended that I was crying. "Aw, Emmy. Babe-" I spun around and threw the ball of snow at him, not realising that I would hit him straight in the face. I bursted out laughing and Harry glared. "Fuck you, Emery. Fuck you. That was good though. I can't deny that." He wiped the snow off of his face and I grinned.

"Why are you grinning like that? Oh shit, that was yellow snow, wasn't it? How could you?! That's disgusting! I'm going home and washing my face with bleach. Good day to you, Em." He turned around and began walking on the sidewalk path once more.

"Harry, come on! I kid. It was funny!" I caught up to him and tried putting his arm around me until he noticed my backpack was blocking him. Instead of getting annoyed like I'd expected him to, he shrugged and grabbed my butt instead. "Harry!" I pushed him away and he laughed as I did so.

"Is your face still cold?" "Well, obviously. YOU THREW A PILE OF SNOW AT IT!" He yelled and I smirked. "Oh, babe, what is that smirk for?" His green eyes sparkled and my eyes watched his lips. "I know what could warm your face up." He gasped and I giggled.

"You do? Oh please, show me what you mean, Em." I moved closer to him, wrapping my arms behind his neck, and pulled him towards me. He closed his eyes in desperation and I licked his cheek. "Emmy!" He pushed me away for a second before pulling me back.

"I change my mind. That was actually a turn-on." Oh god. I waved him away and we both continued walking until we got to my new house. "I still miss just going across the street to get to your house. It was so much easier to be around you," Harry admitted softly. "I miss it too, Harry."

 "What are we going to do at your house?" Harry winked as he asked the question and I laughed at him. "We're going to set up the Christmas decorating that I've been putting off." He sighed dramatially and his head hung down in defeat. "I really need your help, Styles. I can't do it all on my own."

"Hey, you got your mum to help you," he reminded me, but the grin shining on his face faltered as he thought about her. "Shit, Em, I-" I shook my head and stopped him, "No, no, no. It's all right. She could help me but she hasn't been very focused on decorating lately."