Chasing Harry

➳ five

"Thanks for coming on such short notice."

I close the wooden door behind Harry, who dumps his bag on the floor next to the staircase. I make my way to the living room, Harry following suit.

"You should be grateful. I had to cancel a date with a model to be here."

My jaw drops in mock disbelief, and I smack him across the head as he says, "I'm joking, baby A."

"Obviously. You dating a model? Fat chance." I smirk at him, and the mock you've-done-it-now look on his face let's me know that I've crossed the line.

I have no time to protest as Harry jumps on me from where I sit on the couch, crash tackling me from my sitting position and laying on top of me.

Not the first time this has happened today. I mentally sigh.

Once he's secured my arms with his own, my body trapped underneath his, he puts his hands on my waist, and before I can register what is happening...

"HARRY!" I let out an ear piercing shriek that echoes through the house, thrashing around beneath him and trying to grip his arms as he digs his fingers into my sides, tickling me.

I feel myself losing my breath, and with each second passing I laugh harder and harder, and I can physically feel the redness in my face increasing.

"HARRY-HAHAHA-FREAKING-HAHAHA-STYLES-HAHAHA," I manage to get out, gasping for air in between laughs.

After what seems like an eternity of humorous torture, Harry loses his balance above me, causing him to topple off of the couch and onto the hardwood floor, and of course, I went with him.

Although this was almost an exact replica of the scene that had occured before, I couldn't help but feel almost nervous, laying on the floor beside Harry, staring at the ceiling. It was breeding season for the butterflies in my stomach, and my heart rate had increased noticeably.

In the somewhat comforting silence that hung in the limited air between us, I was glad that our heavy breathing, falling into unison, masked the sound of my beating heart.

I let out a small laugh, rolling my eyes at our immaturity, poking Harry in the face with my index finger. He turned to me, his addictive smile clear enough to make his dimple pop. 

"You have mental issues."

I stare at him, hoping to pierce holes through his gemstone green eyes with my own. 

"Rude bitch."

Harry chuckles lightly at my remark, and we both resume our exciting game of 'stare at the ceiling', which involves, well, staring at the ceiling.

Several moments pass as we lay side by side, consumed by a beautiful silence. I can feel the warmth radiating off of Harry, and it relaxes my muscles. I take in his minty scent, the way his cologne seeps through my nose slows my breathing, and I figure I could almost drift off to the sound of our breathing.

The way it fits together like a harmony, it's perfect. I wish he could see it.

I barely notice when our song cuts out, I'm so relaxed and so close to sleep when he whispers in my ear.

"Even if I did have a date with a model it, I'd cancel it to be with you." 

I just wish he had've meant it the way I wanted him to.

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Yaaa this is really reeeally short k like just over 500 words but idk some of y'all wanted short and frequent updates so voile and btw I just thought this was a fab way to end.

Who needs homework when you have wattpad idec #failingyear12likeabosssss

Ily all k byeee.

~Erin.c:

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