Forget Me Not (SEQUEL TO WHEN YOU NEED ME)

Chapter 3

**STEPHANIE'S POV**

Liam and Kathryn left and Harry walked into our flat. "Your staying?" I said with slight sarcasm. He rolled his eyes, "Yes I am," I huffed and went to the kitchen. He followed me, "You can't stay mad at me forever," I turned to face him. He was leaning against the fridge and he looked so effortlessly good. It was hard to stay mad but I couldn't let him win. Even though I wasn't actually this mad, it was fun to pretend a little. "You'd be surprised Mr. Styles," I said forcing the fridge open even though he had all of his weight on it. 

"Your kinda adorable when you act angry like this," He said with a smirk. "I'm not acting," I responded trying to stay mad. "Why are you so mad then," He questioned. I didn't answer instead took a bowl from the cabinet and set it on the counter. "Because of that dumb joke?" He said. I said nothing as I poured cereal into the bowl. I took a seat next to him at the counter. He sighed, "Babe, it was a joke. I'm sorry. I didn't think you would get this upset." I looked him in the eye and I tried not to smile. "I guess I forgive you," I said softly. He smirked and got up from behind the counter. "Where are you going?" I asked eating my food. "To the couch," He said as I herd him smush down into the couch. 

I put my bowl in the sink. I had eaten about half and I figure it was a sufficient amount. I went to my room and put on a sweatshirt and some comfy shorts. I herd Harry calling for me so I went into the living room and sat down on the opposite side of the couch facing him with my feet as a barrier between us. "Why are you so far away ,"He whined. "Because your a meanie," I joked at him. He pouted his lips, "I thought you forgave me," "I forgave you but your still mean!" He huffed and I giggled at him. 

He grabbed my feet and pulled my closer to him. I tried to pull back but he began tickling me. "Harry...stop...it," I said between laughs trying to catch my breath. He finally stopped and just laughed at me. I smacked his arm, "Never do that again." I'm super ticklish and I absolutely hate being tickled. "It's funny," He said with a smile. "Not for me!" I snapped at him. He only laughed more, "You know you love me," I got up from the couch, "I'm questioning that right now," He grabbed my waist and pulled me down next to him on the couch. I struggled to get out but I couldn't manage. He removed all the space between us. 

"I'm still mad at you," I said still trying to get out of his grip. "Really?" He whispered, his breath giving me goosebumps. He crushed his lips against mine and they began to move together. His tongue traced my bottom lip asking for entrance, I didn't budge. "Don't be so stubborn," He whispered against my lips. I smiled into the kiss and his tongue managed to find mine. I moved my hands up his neck into his curls. He moved his hands to the small of my back tracing his thumb in circles. He slowly pulled away resting his forehead on mine. "Still mad?" He smirked kissing my nose. "Nope," I said cuddling into his arms. "Good," He said running his fingers through my hair. 

I rested my head in the crock of his neck and he turned on the tv. I breathed in the scent of his cologne and he moved his arm around my waist placing his hand gently on my hip.