Now ( A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 14

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Harry's pov (last night)

We just got home from the club and everyone had gone to bed, leaving me and Lacey downstairs alone. By the way Lacey is looking at me I know that she can sense that something is off.

"Can we go outside for a minute?" I ask looking over at Lacey.

"Sure" She says shooting me a reassuring smile.

We are now standing outside next to the pool and Lacey is waiting for me to speak.

"Um Lacey I uh well I tried to tell you something in the club tonight but got interrupted and uh it's kinda important so I um" I stutter feeling unsure of myself.

"What's wrong?" She asks me starting to become concerned.

"I uh well. Okay here goes. Lacey you're different from the other girl in school, you don't dress like a slut, or throw yourself at every guy that you see" I notice her slightly confused look which causes me to quickly explain myself "which is a good thing".

"Uh thanks I guess?" She says still looking unsure of what is going on.

"Lacey I think you're an amazing, smart, beautiful girl and I don't think you get told that enough. The way your nose crinkles up when you laugh really hard at something or the way your pupils dilate when I say something dirty to you. I find it really cute and adorable. So I guess what I'm trying to say is...is that I really like you Lacey" I say holding eye contact with her throughout the whole speech.

"I understand if you don't like me back or if you don't want to date me because let's face it I'm a screw up and I'm not your ideal boyfriend. I mean you and I are as different as black and white. I mean what would your parents say if you brought me home and presented me as your boyfriend? They would probably take one look at me and my tattoos before banning me from ever seeing you again" I pause and take a deep breath, just as I'm about to continue Lacey interrupts me.

She takes two large steps towards me so that she is now standing directly in front of me. She places her small, soft hands on my face forcing me to look down at her and keep eye contact whilst she speaks.

"Harry listen to me, you are most definitely not a screw up, and my parents wouldn't care about your tattoos because they would want to know the boy behind all those tattoos. They don't judge a book by its cover. They would like you for your personality, just like me. I like you for your personality, and amazing good looks of course, but I like you for you not for the boy who may have had a messy past. I had a messy past too" She says whilst slowly rubbing her thumb in circles on my cheek.

"Do you really mean what you said?" I ask looking into her glimmering eyes.

"What?" She asks.

"About you liking me?" I ask quietly.

"Yes" She whispers so that only I can hear her - even though nobody else is awake.

"Lacey will you be my girlfriend?" I ask nervously.

"I'd love too be your girlfriend Harry" She says smiling at me. Relief washes over me before I pull her towards me and crash my lips to hers. Our lips mould perfectly together, moving in sync as if they were meant to be. This kiss wasn't like the others which were either lustful or desperate and needy. This kiss was fall of passion, love, emotion, and feelings that we couldn't tell each other in words but in physical contact. After a minute or so we both pull away and just stand there in silence for a bit staring into each other's eyes.

"Well boyfriend it's getting quite late and I think we should be getting to bed now" She says smiling at me. The thought of her actually being my girlfriend, about her being mine makes me feel incredibly giddy, a bit like a lovesick puppy. God I'm so fucking whipped by this girl, the guys were right.