That Crazy Thing Called Love ~ A Harry Styles Fanfic

2. I think I'm falling for you

Harry's P.O.V

Her house was so big. I stepped inside and was hit with an amazing smell. Her house smelled of Christmas. It was bigger than mine, even though our houses almost looked identical on the outside. Her living room had a big leather couch and a love seat, accompanied with a flat screen tv. There were huge windows at the back of the house with led to the pool. There was a slide and a waterfall, along with a jacuzzi. I have a pool as well, but it's not nearly as fancy as hers.

She walked into the kitchen and threw her bag onto the ground next to the table.

"Do you want anything to drink?" she asked as I sat on a stool by the counter.

"Ill have a water. And thanks." I said sincerely. I didn't really want to impose, I mean, I just met the girl. She nods and goes into the fridge to fetch some drinks. While bent over, she's fumbling with a drawer in the fridge. I feel myself staring and quickly look away. My gaze goes towards the staires. I wonder what her room looks like? Does that sound weird? Crap, it does.

"Here ya go!" she says chuckling. "I think I broke the bottom of the fridge in the process of that, but my mom doesn't need to know." she said grabbing her phone and walking away.

"C'mon, let's go in my room."

I sprung off my stool and trailed behind her, admiring how she walks. So calmly, not like a thousand trampling elephants. It's adorable. We turn and she huffs her breath as she bends down to pick up a toy truck.

"My brothers spy car." she says showing it to me. "Kyle, come get your toy before it gets thrown out the window!" she yelled.

A door down the hall swings open with an angry 12 year old storming out. "it's not a toy! It's spy gear, god." he says, without realizing I'm there. His head turns and looks towards me and smiles. "is this your boyfraaand?" he said in a high-pitched voice.

Anneliese just rolled her eyes and turned on her heels, walking the other way. We approached what I assumed was her door, and walked inside.

I instantly notice the big tv on her wall. It's huge! Her bedding is zebra stripped and 3 of her walls are light blue, the 4th one is black. There's a small glass door on the other side of the room that leads off to a balcony. I turn and see 3 posters. The Beatles, Jason Aldean, and one of a racecar driver. There's a ginormous white, fluffy rug on the floor and I start to smile. Her rooms very impressive.

Anneliese's P.O.V

"Is this your boyfraaand?" Kyle snarled. He is such an idiot. I spun around and walked to my room, forgetting about Harry for a second. "sorry about that." I apoligized. "he can be such a turd sometimes. You know, he threw a hammer at my head when I was 11. It's evil!" I said seriously.

"it?" he laughed.

"yes!" I said laughing as well, sitting on my bed.

"So" He began. "Who's the racecar driver?" He said pointing to the wall.

"That's my dad." I said smiling. "he's races since he was 15, it's his whole life." I told him.

"Where is he?" he asked. I could tell he was worried about asking that question. Luckily, the answer was not sad.

"He lives about 15 minutes out of town. My parents divorced when I was 10. Im with my dad 3 days out of the week, and most of the school vacations, and pretty much all summer. But it's cool. I honestly like it better this way. " It sounds so awful when I say it out loud. But I guess I'm just happier like this.

He plopped down beside me and just looked at me with a goofy grin on his face. I laughed and started getting lost in his green orbs. "Your very pretty, Anneliese." he said with a serious face. Before I could say a word back his phone rang.