Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 26: Beanie

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Chapter 26:  Beanie

*Ollie's POV*

"You get it Mum!" I told her as the doorbell rang.  I was too busy pulling a classic girlie night consisting of pints of ice cream, crying, watching every sad movie ever made, crying harder, looking at magazine pictures of Harry and imagining what could have been, and of course, crying even more hysterically.

"I can't!  I'm in the tub," she called from the bathroom.

I trudged from the couch to the front door expecting some girl scouts (Yay! I could buy more junk food to gourge myself on) or some Jehovah's witnesses (Yay! Someone I could bitch at and take out all of my pent up frustration on.)

I was floored when I saw the familiar messy curls and light green eyes staring back at me.  Harry looked like he had been to hell and back again.  His clothes were rumpled and he didn't have that normal happy glow he naturally exuded... until he saw me.

"Harry!  What are you-" but I was interrupted by him smooshing his lips against mine.  It was agressive and needy.  He forced his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around my own.  I gasped at the suddenness of it.

He quickly pulled away and I could see pure lust clouding and darkening his usually light eyes.  "Wasn't unconscious for that one was I, eh?" he said with a cheeky smile.

No, but I practically passed out from it though.

I was in complete shock.  That kiss was everything I wanted and more, but I shouldn't have let it happen.

I heard hooting and hollering coming from his range rover parked on the street in front of my house.  Obviously all of my friends had accompanied Harry to come and see me in Bolton... and witnessed our kiss.

Charlie rolled down the backseat window and shouted "finally you nutters!"

"We thought'd never happen at this rate," Lou esclaimed.

"Get some Haz," Zayn said while punching the air.

Niall just gave two thumbs up and Liam nodded in congratulations.

"But why Harry?" I asked as I took a step away from him.

He looked hurt.

"We can't be together.  You're going on tour and I'm not.  We'll never spend time together," I said trying not to cry.

He ignored my reasoning and pulled me back closer to him, wrapping his arms low on my hips.  "Did you like the kiss?"

"That has nothing to do with anything, Haz," I said ignoring his question.  "Did you not listen to a thing I just said?"

"I know you miss me.  You're wearing my beanie for Christ's sake, which I have been looking for all day, by the way.  So answer me.  Did you like the kiss? he pressed.

I looked down at his large hands on my waist.  "Yes."

"What was that?" he asked teasing me.

"Yes I liked the kiss.  I didn't want it to end."

"Good, because there will be so many more," Harry grinned.

"How?  I'll be here in this shit hole and you'll be touring all these amazing countries filled with gorgeous girls without me so-" but he stopped me again.

"And you'll be right there by my side," he gloated.

"B-b-but how?  Am I your groupie or roadie now?  I was so confused.

"I spoke to Simon Cowell.  He loves me, you know.  He wants to manage you and Little Louder Now.  He found a loophole in Sam's contract and you guys are back on tour," he told me with the sweetest, most genuine look on his face.

"Seriously?!" I screamed.

"Seriously," he smiled.

A chorus of "Seriously" came from the gang still hanging out in the car which made me throw my head back in laughter.

I jumped into Harry's arms, hugging him tightly, smothering every inch of his face in kisses.  He laughed at my sudden enthusiasm, but it was cut too short when he carefully placed me down onto my feet.

"We do have more to talk about though," his voice taking on a more serious tone.  "I loved the kiss and I loved your responce to going on tour with One Direction, but where does that leave us?  We still have Tom, Nathan, and Sam to deal with.  And oh God, the fans..." he said worriedly as he furiously ran his hands through his already tangled fringe.

"Fuck 'em."

"Whaaaaaat?" he asked, not sure if he'd heard me correctly.

"FUCK.  THEM." I said more clearly.  "We've already dealt with so much in such a short amount of time and I'm tired of trying to deny my attraction to you.  I want to be with you.  We deserve each other.  We deserve happiness," I rambled on and on.

"God I hoped you'd say that," he said closing the already tiny gap between us.

"By the way, how'd you get my beanie?" Harry questioned with a cute grin displaying his dimples.

"Well, I was packing in a hurry and I was picking up my clothes off of your floor.  I guess it was under my trackies and I picked it up not knowing it.  I packed it accidentlly," I said sheepishly.

"Yeah, but why are you wearing it?" he asked slyly.  That look he gave me was so damn seductive.

"Will you not let me get away with anything, Styles?" I huffed.

"Nope," Harry replied with a megawatt smile.

"Fine.  I found it while I was unpacking and it smelled like you which made me miss you even more so I wore it.  Wearing it made me feel closer to you even if I couldn't be with you," I said with complete mortification.  "You want it back?  I know it's your favorite."

"Keep it safe for me, but be aware that every time I see you wear it, I will be forced to kiss you... like now," he said leaning in closer to my face.  I couldn't help but watch as his lips moved inch by slow inch towards mine.

I closed my eyes as his mouth made contact.  I wrapped my arms around his neck as he replaced one of his arms low around my waist and took the other arm to grab my hand so our fingers could entertwine.  I nibbled his bottom lip, eliciting a moan from him, allowing me to slip my tongue into his mouth  He squeezed my waist tighter, digging his fingertips into my flesh.  Our kissing became more ferverent and probably wasn't appropriate for public viewing.

"It's great that you two are finally together and all but we got shit to do!" Louis hollered, interrupting the perfect moment.

"You girls gotta pack, drive 4 hours back to London, and sign the contract to make the tour official," Liam said being his sensible level-headed self.

Harry held his hand out to me.  "Ready, love?"

I smiled back and put my hand in his.  "Ready for anything with you," I replied.