Only One (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I woke up to the buzz of my alarm clock, I sat up and turned it off. "Good morning" I said as I nudged Harry to wake up.

"Morning" he groaned into his pillow, he sprung up with embarrassment as he realized he wasn't at home and that he was at mine. "uh, umm thank you about yesterday, I feel much better thank you so much. I hope I didn't cause any trouble, I'm sorry if I did cause I really didn't mean to! And uh thank you for everything..." he said as his face turned bright red and did his famous look to the ground.

"It's fine, really no problem at all" I replied as I laughed at how cute he was. Harry continued to look to the ground with embarrassment. "What do you want for breakfast Harry?" I asked as I got out of bed.

"Nothing, I'm fine thank you. I've caused you too much trouble already, I'll leave now if you want, I really don't mind, seriously, thank you" he thanked me while tumbling out of bed.

"Harry! What have I told you? Don't be nervous! It's ok, I like you for you!" I reminded him, then realised I had just told him I liked him... I blushed into a deep red and speed walked out of the bedroom. "Pancakes it is then!" I yelled as I ran down the stairs.

I poured the pancake mix onto the hot pan making four circles. "Did you need any help?" I heard a nervous voice say from behind.

"No it's fine" I said, turning around to see a shirtless Harry before me. I walked over to him and hugged him.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" he offered again.

"I'm sure, go watch tv, remote's on the coffee table" I said tilting my head in the direction of the living room. Harry walked over slowly and nervously not knowing if it would be rude or not if he did. "Hey Harry" I said.

"Yes?" he responded and sprung around to face me as fast as he could.

"Umm, about before..." this time I was the one who was talking nervously and looking to the ground as I spoke.

"Yeah, I understand, don't worry I won't tell anyone, it'll save you the embarrassment. It was just a mistake" he said sadly.

"No Harry, it was not a mistake, well yeah it was but I meant it..." I said as my face turned into a deep shade of red, again.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked in confusion. I walked over to him and hugged him.

"It means I want you Harry, it means I like you, it means I want to be with you" I whispered into his ear and kissed him. He tightened the hug with my head placed on his shoulder.

"Do you really mean it?" he asked softly.

"Yes I mean it" I answered. I looked up at him, his emerald green eyes mesmerising me just like they did the first time I looked into them. I placed one hand behind his head, I pulled him in and kissed his soft, sweet lips.

So, Harold Styles was my boyfriend and I couldn't care less what other people would think. I like this boy, a lot. I don't care if he wasn't popular, he was better than the rest. He has respect for girls and didn't just want sex 24/7. Hate me for liking him? Fine be it, I don't care, in my eyes Harry is perfect!