What Are The Odds- Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 8

Brooklyn POV

It was around 3am and Harry and I lay there, tangled in my sheets as I created designs on his arm with my finger and he twirled my hair around his finger. We lay there in silence, the only thing heard was the light Ed Sheeran playlist Harry created. 

“Soooo” I said breaking the silence, turning my body onto it’s side. 

“Yes?” 

“Well my brother’s wedding is coming up, and I need a date” I started. I looked at him for answer, and he just looked at me. 

“And…” he said with a cheeky smile.

“Will you go with me?” I asked sweetly. He flipped me over, crawling on top of me. 

“Oh my god! Are you serious? You want to take me?” He asked, putting his hand to his heart and looking up, forcing his eyes to get watery, “This is the best day of my life” 

“Oh shut up. You are so weird” I said, taking his face in my hands and kissing him. 

“So am I gonna see you wearing that sexy dress?” Harry asked when he pulled away, sitting lightly on my stomach. 

“Well, about that..” I started. 

“Tell me you returned it” He threatened. 

“Well.”

“Brooklyn! That dress was amazing on you!”

“Yeah if I was going to a sweet sixteen! I got something better, and I’m sure you’ll like it too” I winked. 

“Oh, little miss sexy over here! Can I see it?” 

“Nope! Rehersals are this Saturday, I know you are free because Lou is also going.” I said. 

“Wait, why is Lou going?” He asked. Oh hes so dumb!

“He is my cousin…” I said, as if it was so obvious, which it was. 

“Oh yeah. Sorry forgot” 

“Yeah. And I’m also the brides maid.” I said. 

“You are? Woah!” He said. 

“Yeah, well it is my best friend since I was like 3. We promised each other we would be each others bridesmaids along with my sister, who also is one.”

“So this girl is going to be the bridesmaid at our wedding?” He asked, so serious it was unbelievable. 

“I didn’t know we were getting married, where’s my ring?” I said, holding up my left hand and wiggling my fourth finger. He blushed, I guess he didn’t mean to say it out loud. 

“Sorry, didn’t know how straightforward that was.” 

“Aw someone is getting embarrassed” I teased. 

“Yeah, talking to pretty girls make my cheeks go red” He said, causing me to blush. We sat/lay there for a while, not talking, but it was interrupted by a loud yawn from Harry. 

“Aw baby, you tired?” I asked in a baby voice. He nodded his head and puffed out his bottom lip. “Wanna go to sleep?” He repeated his little cute nod and snuggled up to me. 

“Love you” He murmured. 

“I love you too, Harry” I whispered as I saw his head rise and fall on my chest and his breathing slow down. 

Saturday--

Harry POV

“Are you almost done?” I whined, sitting on the couch in Brooklyn’s apartment.