Or So It Seems (h.s.)

Chapter 8

*HARRYS POV*

I watched Lainy pull away from the Starbucks parking lot and i danced back to my car. Did that really just happen!?

I hopped into my car and pulled out of my parking space. On the way home i sang and tapped my fingers on the steering wheel to the songs on the radio.. She makes me feel like im floating on air, doing front flips and doing jumping jacks all at the same time.. She makes me feel like my heart is about to explode with love and passion.. Its cheesy, i know, but thats just how she makes me feel..

She makes me happy.

I dont really know what it is yet, maybe its just everything, but there is something about her that makes me want to stay and protect her forever..

I dont think ive ever been this crazy over a girl before..

It feels odd being so gushy and wistful over a girl.. If that makes sense.. Usually i don't really have strong feelings for or have real relationships with the girls i "hang out" with.

Lainy is different than them. She makes me want to actually settle down and have a relationship.

I parked my car and ran inside mine and Louis' flat.

Louis was sprawled out on the couch sleeping. It was around 9 o'clock, so i guess he was just tired. I tiptoed past the couch into the kitchen and got myself a glass of water.

Filled up to the top, i grabbed the glass and walked to my bedroom. I took a sip and stripped down to my boxers.

I turned on the TV while climbing into bed.. It was a little early for me to be sleeping so i just sat and watched TV for awhile until i got on twitter.

I looked through a few tweets and then tweeted ":)"

I dont know.. It was just how i was feeling.. :)

*LAINYS POV*

I pulled into my driveway and skipped into my flat. I unlaced my heels and threw them to the side.

What just happened!?! Seriously, if i'm dreaming, i'm going to cry. The man of my dreams actually wants to be with me.. This is crazy.

Walking to my room, i jumped up and spun around.. I accidentally lost my balance and fell into a wall. I quickly got up and tiptoed down the hall, hoping i didn't wake my father. I giggled into my room and shut the door. I flopped on my bed and studied the tiny flowers painted on my ceiling. My father told me that my mum wanted them painted when i was born.

They're little pink roses and daisies with green stems.

Sometimes i wonder if my mother ever felt this way about a boy.. If she felt like this when she met my dad. I wish she was here so she could tell me stories about her and my father and how in love they were.

I sighed and got up, fumbling around trying to find my phone. Once i found it, I set my alarm for 6 am and set it on my night stand and groaned because i had classes in the morning.

I soon slipped out my dress and replaced it with a pair of pajamas and put my hair into a ponytail. After putting in a DVD, i turned out the lights and got under the covers. I smiled with the same lips that connected with Harry's and drifted off to sleep.