Same Mistakes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction) On Hold

Chapter 1: Azeelia

"I love you."

I turned my head up from Harry's lap and faced his piercing green orbs. The fiery green texture blazing into my eyes, blinding me with their magnificent colour. Those were the green eyes I could never get enough of. I smiled up at him. He chuckled and stroked my black hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ears.

"Well, I love you more." I countered. The Brittany Spears songs playing in the background, it was from the new Glee episode. I make Harry watch it Glee every week.

"I love you most." He argued, his soft pink lips touching my forehead. I let out a sigh as he pulled away. He obviously didn't know how much I love him.

"I love you, to infinity and beyond. I will always and forever be your knight in shiny armor." I replied with a nod.

"So I'm the princess?" He said with a frown.

"Well I don't see you climbing up my long golden hair." I say, wearing a large grin.

"You don't have long golden hair." He said knowingly.

"If I did would you love me more?" I said sadly. I know Harry's all mine, but my insecurities get the best of me.

"Nope. I don't like blondes, besides, why would I even think of another girl if I have you?" He said, kissing my neck. I squealed and jumped away from his lips. He laughed and sat back up, snuggling himself into the corner of the couch.

I felt a unpleasant churning sensation in the pit of my stomach. My mouth suddenly became watery, I felt a sudden urge to spit.

"Harry, somethings wrong." I warned. I immediately shot up from the couch and ran up our long stairs, I heard Harry stomping after me. I collapsed over the toilet in the bathroom. The contents in my stomach bringing themselves forward. I felt my hair being pulled back, and a large hand rubbing my back. Once I believed my stomach to be empty, I flushed the toilet and sat up against the wall. I felt a little bead of sweat roll down my fore head. My chest heaving up and down.

"You alright love?" Harry soothed, his accent ringing in my ears. I nodded slightly.

"I thought puberty was over." I whined.

"Maybe you're pregnant." He offered. My head shot up in shock.

"No, I can't be." I said, reassuring myself.

"Azeelia, we do it like, every n-" I shut him up by placing me hand over his mouth.

"You don't talk about that stuff." I told him, unclasping my hand from his mouth.

"Why? Its just us, and its not like I'm lying." He laughed.

I shot him a glare and he looked away.

"So? Doesn't mean I'm pregnant." He nodded and let the conversation drop.

"I want a tattoo." I whined as I stood up from the floor and to the mirror. My face was glazed with sweat, my brown eyes dull, pupils dilated. I brushed my teeth and washed my face.

"Lets go get one." Harry said eagerly.

"What should I get?" I asked, running a brush through my hair.

"Something about me." Harry said cheekily. A really good idea popped into my brain, but I decided not so share it.

"Tell me." He said with a roll of his eyes.

"What?" I said in shock.

"Tell me the cheesy tattoo idea."

"Its not cheesy! " I said, hitting his chest.