dreamer ➵ larry stylinson

ninteen

nineteen.

It's been almost a week since the therapy session and Harry's proposal to a relationship. It was now my day off and I had spent it with Harry, shopping for clothes with the giftcard he had gotten me for Christmas. Harry insisted I'd get a lot of band t-shirts and skinny jeans. He was practically drooling at me when I was trying on the jeans. I simply rolled my eyes at him for his reaction.

Now we were walking around the mall, hands intertwined, and talking about complete nonsense. Harry was telling me a story of how a hawk was chasing him, but all I could pay attention to was the way his pink lips moved with every word. Or the way his eyelashes would delicately touch his cheek bone as he blink; but my favorite part was the way his curls would bounce with every step we took.

I was proud to call him my boyfriend. He was mine. After our little cinema date, I had him call my mum like she had told me to do. And it seemed like he hit it off really well with her, because he was laughing on the phone. Later, Harry admitted that she was telling embarrassing stories of me when I was young.

Though, I was extremely proud of Harry yesterday. He finally got the courage to call his mum and admit that he was gay. Harry decided to come to my flat when he did it, so he'd have a shoulder to cry on if necessary. But that never happened. His mum easily accepted, she told him that she was disappointed that he told her so late in life, but was happy for him.

He also explained that he did indeed have a boyfriend and she was excited. And so I talked to her on the phone and reassured her that I would not hurt Harry in any way. His mom was very accepting of me and to anything at this moment. Which I was so happy for. 

We had explained to Liam, Niall, and Zayn that we were now a couple. Niall and Liam were happy for us, but Zayn was confused. Then we had to explain that Harry was the one I had been dreaming about, so he was a mix of emotions, really. So now, nothing was in our way. We could see each other, not worry about the way people look at us, and just be happy homosexuals. 

"If you keep staring at me, I'm going to take you home and punish you." Harry smirked at me.

I blinked a few times from zoning out. "Oh, sorry. I zoned out."

"Thinking of what I'll do to you in bed?"

"You wish I thought about you." I scoffed. "Anyways, we should really go. These bags are starting to hurt my wrists."

Harry nodded, but took the bags from me and held them in his own hands. "Let's go back to my flat. I haven't fed Jetsy in a while."

So I only nodded, following him to the nearest exit. Of course it was snowing in this town; in the winter, when was it not snowing or raining? We exited the mall and carefully walked on the ice, Harry looked back at me almost every five seconds. He shouldn't be worrying about me, he was the clumsy one, not me. 

Once we reached his nice black car, I got in the passenger side and put my seatbelt on. Harry placed the bags in the back seats before getting in the drivers side. I started to rub my hands together and breathe hot air onto them. Harry reached over and squeezed my knee before starting it.

We drove in a nice quiet silence, watching the streets of London. It made me realize how much Harry has been trying to change. The last time we fought was the day of the Christmas party Zayn hosted. Since then, he's been understanding about things. He'll let me speak before voicing his opinion, then we'll come to an agreement - which I was mostly right. 

As he pulled into the car park of his flat, he gave me a smile. Once he parked, he reached over and kissed me softly, his thumb tracing over my cheek. I smiled into the kiss and pulled away, then kissing his nose.