American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 8 - Give me the Gucci dildo

"Get out of the car Harry." I say, standing at the passengers side as Harry slumps in his seat pouting.

"No." He replies like a child.

"Harry, for the last time, we aren't getting a cat." I huff, grabbing his arm in an attempt to pull him out of the car.

"I want a cat!" He whines. I swear he's like a 4 year old when he drinks.

"We have Styles." I reply, causing his face to light up.

"Styles!" He yells, jumping out of the car and running to the front door.

"Jesus.." I mumble, following Harry inside.

I walk in to see Harry chasing Styles around the living room.

"Come back." Harry whined, stumbling behind Styles.

"Harry, come on, you need to lie down." I tell him, trying to nudge him towards the bedroom.

"No. I want Styles." He says.

"How about you go lay down and then I'll bring Styles to cuddle you? How does that sound?" I cooed.

"Yeah." He smiles, running up the stairs to his room. I walk into his room to see him stripping off all his clothes.

"Harry. What are you doing?" I ask. He stopped, his shirt off as his pants were around his ankles. He turns around, waddling like a penguin.

"I'm taking off my clothes." He replies.

"Okay. Let's keep the boxers on." I say, patting his cheek.

"Okay." He nods, pulling his pants off his ankles. I look down to his chest to look at all the tattoos.

"Which tattoo is your favorite?" I ask him.

"Butterfly." He mumbles.

"Why?" I ask, looking up at his eyes.

"Cause.." He says, shyly. "Butterfly reminds me of you." He finishes, poking my nose.

"Okay. Let's you to bed, big guy." I laugh, laying him down on his bed.

"Styles?" He ask.

"I'll get him." I smile, walking downstairs to get Styles, bringing him back up to find Harry waiting patiently on the bed.

I placed Styles on the bed while Harry began to pet him, causing Styles to drift off to sleep.

"You're gonna stay, right?" Harry asks.

"No, I'm going to my room." I say.

"Do...do you not like m-my cuddles?" He asks, looking like he was about to cry again.

"No. I love your cuddles Harry...I'll stay, okay?" I nod, placing my hand on his cheek and rubbing my thumb over his light stubble.

"Okay." He nods, smiling.

I lay down on the other side of the bed, Styles in between me and Harry.

"Goodnight." He slurs, already have asleep.

"Night." I chuckle at him.

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I woke up to me spooning Harry. I wasn't surprised though, he is definitely meant to be little spoon. I dramatically had my arm and leg thrown over his body. I retracted them back, carefully not to wake up Harry.

I ran down the stairs to get some water and aspirin for Harry since the dumb ass decided to drink so much.

I went back upstairs to hear Harry groaning.