kaitlynn rose // h.s

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kaitlynnrose: graduation day for my love. I'm so proud of you, @harrystyles ❤️

comment: harrystyles: Couldn't have finished this year without you, baby. Thank you x

"Gemma, why are you petting my girlfriend?"

Both Gemma and I glance in Harry's direction as he stops at the base of the stairs. "You never play with my hair so shut up and let her."

"You never told me you liked me playing with your hair, Kait."

"Practically every girl likes having her hair played with," Gemma scoffs. "Have mother and I really taught you absolutely nothing about being a female?"

"You may have tried, I probably wasn't listening though."

I laugh and lean back against the couch, getting more comfortable. Gemma starts braiding my hair and I turn my attention back to the Cupcake Wars rerun we'd found on TV.

The rest of Harry's family had gotten here around nine yesterday morning and it's been so nice actually having time to spend time with them and get to know them better. The wedding trip was craziness and last time Anne was here it wasn't a long stay.

Harry's graduation is in about two hours. I need to start getting ready, but Gemma playing with and braiding my hair felt so nice that I didn't want to move. Eventually I get the willpower and the energy to stand up, and I let them know I'll be going to get ready. Harry follows me up the stairs as I head to our room.

"Hey," Harry mutters as I close the door behind us. "I just wanna say that I genuinely love seeing you spend time with my family. You're already so comfortable around them and that makes me so happy. I thought that it was impossible to love you more than I already do but after seeing you so effortlessly get to know them, I love you even more."

I wrap my arms around his torso and cuddle up to him. "I'm happy that you're happy. I love you," I mutter before giving him a quick kiss. "But also know that if she wasn't already married, I would be dumping you and marrying Gemma."

He scoffs. "How fucking dare you. I'm clearly the superior Styles."

"If you say so, bubs," I giggle. "Come on, let's get ready."

He reaches up and cups my cheek before pressing his lips to mine. "Fine," he mumbles as he pecks my lips a few times. "If we have to."

I smile and back up from him, going over to the bathroom to start on my hair. As I'm plugging in my straightener, Harry comes into the bathroom.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

"I'm gonna straighten the frizz mess that is my hair."

Harry rolls his eyes at me and scoffs as he comes up behind me. I watch with confusion as unplugs the straightener.

"No."

"I'm sorry... no?"

"No," he smiles. "Today is my day. I want you to wear your hair naturally. I love your wavy hair. It's beautiful. You always look beautiful, darling."

"Well, Mr. It's About Me Today, can I wear makeup or is that a no too?"

He digs his fingers into my hips lightly as he reaches forward and presses a kiss to my neck. "Whatever you need to do to feel good. But don't touch your hair."

I can't help but laugh at the situation and he hides his face in my neck. He continuously presses kisses along the skin of my neck and shoulder, his hands beginning to wander along my sides and my stomach as he steps closer to me.