Falling in Love..(A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 3

"Would you guys shut up already? I can't even hear!" Leah rolls her eyes at Harry and I. We were whispering, loudly, I might add. Tonight, Harry and my friends Leah and Jake from school are over. We're watching a movie of Jake's choice, of course, a horror film. Harry knows how I get with horror films. I can't sleep for a week. So, he's been keeping me distracted the whole time. Although, I'd be perfectly distracted just staring at him.

"Sorry!" I sheepishly look at her and frown. Leah rolls her eyes and smiles, "Just take it down a notch, lovebirds."

Lovebirds.

Leah called us lovebirds.

My stomach lurched at the phrase. I never told anyone about my feelings for Harry. I realize shes only joking, so I laugh along with her. I look at Harry through my peripheral vision, and he's laughing, too. Cheeky as ever. He's actually grinning. Much better reaction than I expected.

My heart sinks as I realize he's just laughing along with the joke. Because that's what it is, it's a joke. He doesn't take it as anything seriously...but I do.

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The movie finally ended. Harry and I stood at the door, waving goodbye to Leah and Jake.

Just as we sit back down on the couch, my mum and dad, whom returned the day of my French exam, walked down the stairs. "Hey guys," I glance quick and smile, but I go back for a second look. They're all dressed up. "Woah..you look beautiful!" Harry says to my mum. I elbow him hard as they laugh. Idiot.

"Alright babes, we're going to dinner. Thank you for the compliment, Harry." she pauses and winks at him. I snort, they're ridiculous. "Love you, Amber!" my parents say in unison. "We'll be back later. Be good!" my dad calls while walking out the door, shutting it behind him.

Harry and I are sitting in my dimly lit living room, side by side on the couch, he's stretched out, his legs propped up on the ottoman. I'm sitting cross legged.

"You know what I want to do..."

I turn and look at him, his sheepish little smirk. I roll my eyes and can't help but smile.

"But we've seen it at least a million times, Haz," I fake complain.

This is one of the many, many things I love about Harry. He's the biggest mush. Here we are, about to watch The Notebook. For the millionth time. Each time, I pretend to groan and complain, but I love it. I love watching sappy movies with him. It gives an excuse to cuddle and hug.

Harry is staring at me, a puppy dog pout on his face. "Please...?" he whines.

A groan escapes my mouth.

A fake one, of course.

"Fine. You get up and put it in the dvd player though, I'm too tired to move."

He looks at me in shock. The nerve!

"But I don't wanna get up either..." he whines again.

I shoot him a look. "Go."

I smile sweetly as he huffs and wobbles toward the tv. I really am quite tired.

I watch him as he grabs the dvd, puts it in the player. He's dressed in baggy sweats, laying low on his never ending torso, leaving the top of his Calvin Klein boxers slightly exposed under the hem of his plain white tshirt. He's honestly just gorgeous. You can't deny it.

Harry makes his way back to couch and flops down. His arm finds his way around my shoulders and I lean into how chest, something we've done since we were little. One time, Anne found us cuddled up asleep in my treehouse when we were about 7. I always feel content in his arms. Although he just looks at it as friendly cuddling, these little things mean the world to me.