She | A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 21

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Harry yelled, jumping onto me. I groaned and he started to peck my face with kisses. "It's. Time. To. Get. Up!" He spoke in between each kiss and I tried to bury my head in the pillow.

"Leave me alone," I said, placing my arms over my eyes. He grabbed my arms and pinned them against the bed, still kissing all around my face.

"We're going to be late and you need to get fitted too." I opened my eyes tiredly and he looked down at me with a small smile.

It's now the twenty-first of October and Harry has to get fitted for his costume. Why he was getting it from Gucci was beyond me, but he begged me to go to his fitting. It's about ten days until Halloween. Harry also made me return my costume so he could get me one from Gucci too. I declined, but he insisted.

"Why do you have to go so early?" I groaned, shutting my eyes again and trying to get comfortable. I gave up because of his body weight on mine. He laughed a deep laugh and rubbed his thumbs on my wrists.

"They only have ten days to make it. They need as much time as possible." He said, picking his head up and looking at me. I looked up at him.

"Why didn't you get fitted on the first then?" He sighed and went back to kissing my face.

"Because we figured out what we were going to be on the fifth." He said against my skin. He moved to my lips and pecked them. "Now get up!" He pulled himself up and I rolled my eyes and pulled the covers over me.

"You're not even supposed to be here." I groaned. He pulled the blankets off of me and walked to my closet. I sat up and wiped my eyes as a bra flung at me and hit me in the face.

"I can't leave Sofia in charge of waking you up anymore, and you barely wake up on your own." I blinked and looked up at him and saw him digging through my drawers.

"Hey!" I scolded, looking down at the black bra he threw at me.

"And I would rather wake you up." He threw a shirt at me this time and I sighed as I took it off of my face.

"How about you just come and lay here with me, like a normal boyfriend, instead of throwing bras at me and waking me up at ridiculous hours?" I emphasized the last part of the sentence as I laid back on my bed dramatically.

"Because I'm not a normal boyfriend. I'm Harry Styles." He counteracted, making me roll my eyes. "And as for the bra thing... you could go without one if you want." I looked over at him and he had a snarky grin on his lips, making me laugh sarcastically and roll my eyes.

"How did you even get in here?" I asked, getting out of bed and catching the jeans he threw toward me. I sighed and laid all of my clothes out on the bed and put my hand on my hip.

"You left your door unlocked, and that doesn't settle right with me, so we're going to need to fix that habit." He explained as if we were a newly married couple.

I chuckled and shook my head as he walked over to me with a pair of socks and my Converse. He held it out to me and smiled down at me as they dangled from his fingers.

"But, I accidentally woke Sofia up, and then came in here after she yelled at me in Italian." I laughed and he ran his fingers through his hair with a boyish grin on his lips.

"Okay, well, I'll be right out." He nodded and smiled at me, not moving from his spot. I laughed and he licked his lips, shifting a little. I knew he wanted to stay and watch me change like the cheeky boy he is. "Harry..."

"Yep?" He asked, looking up at me. I giggled and motioned to the door. "Oh, right..." He walked away, taking one last look at me before shutting the door. I smiled and shook my head as I looked down at the clothes he picked out for me.