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Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Stella awoke from her sleep, feeling as though someone was watching her. Surely enough, she opened up her eyes to see a grinning Harry Styles. His hair was all messed up and was lying flat on his forehead unlike how he normally had it.

"Good morning." His voice was raspy due to just waking up himself.

"Good morning." Stella smiled shyly.

"Come here." He said as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his bare chest that was warm against her cold skin.

"Harry!" She laughed, now lying on top of him.

"Now that's how I like it," He said, kissing her forehead. "I like it like that." Harry said in a sing-song manner, referring to the song which made Stella giggle.

"How long have you been up?" She asked, wondering if lack of sleep played a role in his goofy behavior.

"Not too long. Just long enough to see that you snore in your sleep." He replied.

"I do not." She bashfully denied.

"It's okay. I kind of like it. It's nice to listen to. Reminds me that you're right here with me." He told her which made her blush.

"You need to stop." She joked around, referring to the fact that he was being sweet and all lovey-dovey.

"But I'm happy." He smiled, resting his forehead against her own.

"I'm happy too," She couldn't wipe the smile off of her face until her stomach rumbled. "And a little hungry." She chuckled.

"Want to grab some food?" He asked.

"Yes." She eagerly nodded.

"Okay. Let's go somewhere then." He proposed the idea.

"I found this little cafe that I think you'd like. It reminds me of you." She told him.

"Do you go there often?" He wondered.

"Maybe." She shrugged, knowing that he was asking if she went frequently because it reminded her of him.

"What else do you do that reminds you of me?" He asked.

"I'm not gonna tell you." She teased him.

"C'mon, love. We're together now so it's not like it's a big deal." He tried to reason with her.

"No, they're embarrassing." She shook her head.

"Fine, I'll tell you some things that I do to remind me of you," He grabbed her attention. "For starters, I used to sleep in your bed every night until I moved out of the apartment. I took some of your things and left the rest to Jackson and Jocelyn. I use one of your guitar picks, the brown one, all the time. I consider it my lucky one now. I use that rosemary peppermint soap and I listen to a lot of songs you like. In fact, I've played 'I Can't Make You Love Me' so many times that it's my top listened to song on Spotify. I even paint my nails in that mint candy apple color you love." He confessed all the little things he did, making her eyes swell up a little bit at how much he cared about her.

"Stop, you're making me soft." She chuckled, trying to avoid crying.

"So what do you do?" He asked, wanting to hear about all the ways he's impacted her.

"I listen to Paul McCartney and Stevie way more than I ever used to, to say the least, and I've started to read that one book you were reading when I lived back at the apartment, 'Love is a Mixtape.' So far it's really good. I'm only on chapter 8 though. I now love romcoms and watch The Notebook at least once a month. Stupidly enough, I got a tattoo of a butterfly on my back when I was drunk. It's not the same one you have but I did it because I missed you and wanted a tattoo. I also listen to 'I Can't Make You Love Me' a lot and I've noticed that I fidget with my lips and nose like you do." She told him.