All The Ways You Fixed Me [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Chapter Eighteen

Hey hai hayyyyy. So, Chapter Seventeen was definitely a filler chapter....and I just updated it a few hours ago...but I feel terribly terribly guilty. Which is stupid, I know. Its just a story. But, you all have been so absolutely wonderfully wonderful that you deserve so much more. So now I will try and make this chapter as long as I possibly can. And, this, shall hopefully be a good thing. Blupglurphurp. Happy reading, babies!!! Love you bunches. xX Em

*Coryn's POV*

"Harriet, if we're going to play golf I'm going to kill you," I said around a mouth full of a cinnamon sugar pretzel. 

He scrunched up his face and glared at me before focusing back on the road. "Stop talking with your mouth full. It's gross," he groaned as he switched lanes.

I started to chew with my mouth open obnoxiously, making sure that I smacked as much as I possibly could. He shot me another dirty look so I slid down into the seat, burping loudly and picked at my tooth.

"You're so lady like, its ridiculous. No wonder you're a ballerina. They only accept the classiest ladies, right?" Harry said sarcastically while rolling his eyes.

Ten minutes later we were sitting in one of the most amazing places ever. An All-You-Can-Eat buffet. I stared with wide eyes as I took in the 40 serving tables centered in the middle of the restaurant before turning to look at Harry.

"You've seriously got to be kidding me, Harry."

He shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. "I figure, you know, since you're no longer trying to be the perfect ballerina and, you know." He said as we took our seats.

I knew what "you know" was. It had been a while since I'd actually pigged out on anything and he was right. I didn't have to maintain a stick figure anymore. At some point I had to start living again. I might as well start now.

"We, we can go somewhere else," Harry said quickly, looking shy all of a sudden.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back in the booth. "It's fine. It's about time that I started not caring what people think." 

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Since when did you care about what other people thought? You just sat in the passenger side of my car with your legs spread out like a guy, rubbing your stomach, and manly burping."

I laughed loudly and threw my straw wrapper at him. "Shut up, Harriet. It wasn't that bad."

"You're right," he said, nodding. "It was worse. You were like Niall when we leave Nando's." I laughed even harder, a snort slipping out. He laughed with me, tears actually streaming down his face. "Oh...my...god...you...just...snorted!"  Which sent me into another fit of laughter.

Plate One

"But, but, you don't get it! It was terrifying!" I laughed loudly.

He stared at me blankly before just shaking my head. "It's the sound of a child being happy. They're joyful. You probably giggled when you were younger too. Before, you know, you bumped your head and something went wrong up there," he said, pointing to his head.

I flicked him off and rolled my eyes. "I don't care what you say. Children's laughter scares the shit out of me. And that little girl was the devil. I could see it in her eyes." 

He rolled his eyes just as a family sat down at the table across from us. The little girl looked over at us and waved before noticing Harry. As soon as her eyes landed on Harry, she erupted into a fit of giggles making me cringe while Harry just sat there laughing.