Summer Love - Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 9

We hop in the car, Zayn and Louis slightly drunk, while Niall is shitface wasted. Liam is the designated driver and watches after Niall while he belts Irish folk songs in the passenger seat. Harry's hand finds it spot on my thigh and I leave it there. He leans in and whispers, "Tonight was fun," I smile and nod. He lifts my chin and forces me to look at him. He pecks me lightly and starts to pull back, but I grab his shirt and pull our lips together. Our bodies move together in sync. He pulls me so close I am sitting on his lap. Under other circumstances, or with anyone else, I would've pulled back by now. But I let his hand travel down my leg. I let his other hand run through my hair. Maybe it's because I'm tipsy. His lips leave mine and travel down my neck. I bite my lip. He gives me one last peck before pulling back. We both look at each other, catching our breath. I pull off of his lap and return to my seat. I look over and see Louis and Zayn staring at us, with their months gaped open. They probably saw all of that.

 "GET IT IN!" Zayn yells. Niall is sleeping in the passenger and stirs. "Hmm?" He asks, starting to sit up. "Nothing, buddy," liam says and Niall mumbles something before passing out again. I laugh at my brother. I look in the review mirror and meet Liam's gaze. I mouth the words "thank you," he just winks and looks back at the road. Liam, my saviour.

Zayn and Louis keep looking at me and Harry making smooching sounds. I'd already smacked both of them and now me and Harry were pissing our selves laughing. They are so funny sometimes.

 The next day I decide to go out and get a coffee at starbucks. I'm walking down the street back to the house when a magazine on a rack catches my eye. On the front is a picture of Harry kissing a blonde girl, titled 'Go Team Hamma'.

 I begin to read the article on page 32. "Harry and Emma are official! That's right, folks! Harry has admitted him and Emma are an item! This morning Harry tweeted saying 'can't wait to see my beautiful lady @emma_still xx love you' she tweeted back saying similar things. Wow, already dropping the L word? And we thought Styles had a thing for bandmate Horan's sister!" There is a picture of when I was holding Harry's hand on the way into the interview. "Styles admits 'we're just great friends. We get on well,' Will Harry and Emma last? Go team Hamma!"

 The magazine cut out when he said I was a lovely girl... I can't believe that pig. I buy the magazine and walk home. When I get home I try to walk into my room, when Harry stops me. "Hi, love," he says, trying to kiss my cheek. I step away from him. "What's wrong, Paige?" He asks, brows furrowed. "This is what's wrong," I slam the magazine into his chest with tears rolling down my cheeks before walking into my room.