She Changed Me ☓HS •ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ•

Snow (Chapter 6)

I don't really know what to say to you guys besides,

1. I love you

2. Keep voting, and commenting, and telling me how you feel.

3. ext link is what Monica set as Harry's picture when he calls Paisley (USE YOUR IMAGINATION AND PRETEND THAT IT SAYS WAT I WROTE AND NOT PLAIN OLD HARRY STYLES), and Pai's outfit.

4. I felt like Loverboy was the perfect Harry song in this sitiation.

5. This is dedicated to my soulmate, even though she hardly ever comes on wattpad :(.

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The next morning I woke up in Monica's lap. What the hell happened last night? I looked around. It was just the two of us and Jerry Springer on the tellie. My cell phone was blaring and my head was pounding! I picked up my cell phone, laughing at the picture that came up. Monica must've changed his contact picture, because this was not the picture I'd set when I first met him. This was far more entertaining. And his name had been changed, adding to the comedic value.

"OH! Hello, Harreh Sty-Lees." I said quietly so I wouldn't wake Monica.

How the fuck do I get out of her lap with out waking her though? I put my feet on the sofa next to her legs,  then placed one hand on the other side and pushed up into a back bend. I was going to try and do a back walk over out of her lap.  On second thought, that wasn't a good idea so I lowered my self slowly. Either way I was going to wake her up, whether it be on accident or not.

"You were a bloody mess last night." Harry said, being equally as quiet.

"I don't even remember last night." I murmured as I shook Monica's shoulder gently.

"Nooo!" She whined in her sleep, then shifted, which landed me on the couch next to her. Well that was easy.

I stood up, feeling dizzy as soon as I did.

"Oh boy! Do I feel like shit!" I hissed as I walked to the kitchen. "Coffee.... And I don't have any! With out your dumb arse here I don't remember to go food shopping."

"I'm sorry, love." He said. I heard the door bell ring. I winced a little, hoping it hadn't woken Monica up.

"Harry, hold on. I've got to get the door." I sighed as I put my phone down on the granite counter top and ran down the hall to the door.

"HELLO!" He cheered.

My eyes widened. "Harry?! What are you doing here?! I thought you were still in L.A.!"  He had snow in those luscious curls and on his shoulders and he just looked perfect.

"You thought wrong!" He said as he wrapped his arms around me and pushed me through the house to the kitchen.

"Door, babe!" I said as I rubbed my arms. It was freezing outside and I was not in the right clothes for winter.

"Right, right." He smiled as he put me on the counter.

He went back to close the door, shaking out his curls, getting my floor all wet. "Do you know how hard it is to keep these floors clean?" I asked in a mock-annoyed tone.

"But making things dirty is far more fun." He winked as he came back into the kitchen putting the bag that was on his arm down on the counter, then took off his coat, draping it on the back of a chair.