shorts || h.s.

7 days before

"We only have one week!" Connor said and jumped on top of Harry. He grunted and squeezed his eyes shut.

She shook him a little bit and a hint of a smile was shown on his face. His dimples popped out and he squinted his eyes open. His hand rose to sheild his eyes from the morning sunlight seeping through the window behind Connor.

Her long brown hair looked blonde thanks to the gleam of the light, and her eyes were extra beautiful to Harry this morning. It might have been because she was so excited and there was an extra sparkle in her eye, but Harry knew it was because he loved her now more than he ever had before.

"A week until what?" He asked in his morning voice.

"Your birthday!" She squealed and bounced up and down.

He laughed and her and held her hips to keep her from moving.

"So, get up, sleepyhead! You have to drop me off at the store," she said and hopped off the bed. She walked into the bathroom to shower with a little extra pep in her step.

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"Connor! I have never in my life had anyone take a shower this damn long!" He yelled and banged on the door.

He heard the water shut off and it took a minute until the door was opened to reveal a towel-wrapped Connor.

"Thank God!" He said and marched into the bathroom, leaving the door open. He stood in front of the mirror and fixed his hair until he was satisfied.

"Harry!" Connor yelled. He stuck his head around the corner and saw her looking around for something in her jeans and black bra. She pushed her hair behind her ear and turned to face him. "Have you seen my tank top?"

He looked around in the bathroom, and his eyes landed on a little black wad on the corner of the sink. He smirked as an idea came to him. "Oh," he said and walked to pick it up. He stood in the doorframe and held the tank top nonchalantly, the strap hanging on his index finger. "You mean this?" He asked and swayed it back and forth while smiling.

"Yes! Thank you!" She said and walked over to him. She reached for it, but he raised it above her head, out of her reach. "Harry, stop playing." She snapped as she jumped for her shirt.

He quickly squeezed around her and ran into the living room. She chased him around the couch, grasping at it.

"Harry! Give me the damn shirt!" She yelled and Harry let out a goofy laugh. He kept running and he ended up on one side of the island, Connor on the other side.

He dodged one way, and she did the same, mimicking his movements. She reached over the counter and grabbed at it, but he jumped back.

Harry ducked one way, then quickly to the other and ran into the hall outside the apartment. Seeing as Harry has had plenty of training and experience on knowing where to hide and how, he knew exactly where to go.

He knocked on the neighbor's door and started breathing heavy. When Mr. Davis opened the door, he started his story.

"Hi, sir, I'm Harry Styles, member of the world's biggest boyband, One Direction, and there is a crazy fan chasing me. Can you please hide me until she goes away?"

"Son, I'm only fourty, I know that One Direction is not a boyband," he said.

Harry face-palmed.

"Sir, I really am in this band, here look, I'll show you," he said and reached in his wallet. He pulled out a picture of the boys at the interview where they announced the end of the band, One Direction written all over the background, camera flashes, and plenty of reporters. He showed Mr. Davis the picture and Mr. Davis looked up to Harry in comparison to the young Harry on the picture right as Connor opened the door down the hall.

"Please, sir," he said and bounced around, "here she comes, just let me in!" He said desperately.

"Ok, ok," he said and opened the door to let Harry in.

"Thank you, sir," Harry said.

Thirty seconds later and there came a polite knock at the door.

"Don't let her in, sir," Harry said, but it was too late, the door was open.

"Hi, how can I help you?" Mr. Davis asked Connor.

Harry titled his head over and craned it around the man's shoulder to see Connor in one of Harry's t-shirts and jeans. He snickered a little.

"I need to speak to the man who ran into your apartment," she said, giving Harry the death glare.

"Ma'am, he has told me that you are chasing him, and that you won't leave him alone."

He winked at her from over the man's shoulder, trying to get her to play along. She smirked.

"Oh, no, sir, this is my younger brother and mum would like him home now, but he doesn't wanna go home because she'll make him clean his room," she says. Then he hears her whisper, "He never quite grew up, you see."

He gasps at her and tries to tell Mr. Davis otherwise, but he won't listen.

"Sir, this woman is clearly crazy! I am not her brother! Do I even look anything like her?" Harry protested.

"Oh, no, we are step-siblings, Mr. Davis, here I have a picture," she said and pulled out a picture of her dad, Connor, Harry, and Anne.

Harry wondered why Connor had a picture with the four of them in it.

"Harry, son, I think I'm going to ask you to leave with this young woman," Mr. Davis said.

Harry huffed and walked out the door as Connor smirked at him.

"C'mon, Haz, mum wants you home," Connor said and grabbed his arm to drag him down the hallway.

The door shut and Connor let go of Harry's arm to slap his chest.

"You told the fucking neighbor I was a fan?" She yelled.

He snickered at her and doubled over in laughter.

"Oh, no, you can't laugh, I told him you were still living at home, didn't you hear that?" She smirked.

"Hell yeah I heard it!" He boomed. "Connor, you can't just lie like that!"

"You're such a hypocrite!" She yelled.

"I am not! I was telling the truth! A crazy fan was chasing me because I am a member of the world's biggest boy band," he stated proudly.

"Shut up and give me the damn tank top," she said holding her hand out. He placed it in her hand.

"I love you!" He yelled as she stomped into the apartment and he followed behind.

"You're a dick," she said.