Starstruck [H.S.]

BoB

Harry's POV

She fell asleep curled into my arms. I hated that she felt so uncomfortable naked that she pulled my t-shirt over herself before she fell asleep. She was beautiful. They way her hair fanned out across my chest, her eyelashes created perfect Cresent moons across her cheeks, her plump lips slightly parted. She was breathtaking.

I was in love with her. Madly in love with her. I loved her friends, I loved her kids, I loved the way she made me feel. The way she made me laugh, the way she never treated me like I was anything more than a person. I loved the way she made me feel normal. In the past seven months this woman, this infuriating, spitfire of a woman had made me fall irrevocably in love with her. I hadn't felt this way about anyone... ever. I'd been in love. I love, love. But I'd never fallen so blindly, or deeply I didn't see a way out of it.

I'd never had anyone make my world move. She did.

I'm a pretty generous guy. I always have been. It's how I was raised. My mum was the kindest person I knew. She taught me to be grateful, to be kind, to work hard, to be giving. But I'd never met anyone who affected me the way that Aspen did. I would move heaven and hell for that woman.

She mumbled something in her sleep, snuggling her face closer to me.

Kissing her temple, wrapping my arms around her body I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of Aspen whispering. "Harry, don't move. Someone's in here."

"What?"

I felt her moving away from me. I heard her nightstand drawer open. What the hell is she doing?

"Aspen..."

She put her finger over my lips before she slipped out of the bed and started walking towards a shadow.

"Don't move. I have a gun, I will shoot your ass." Aspen's voice is steady. "Harry flick on the light."

I turned on the lamp and a yell left my throat. Which caused Aspen to yell.

"Jesus Christ!"

Her room had been transformed into a One Direction/ Harry Styles shrine.

Her bedspread was my face, there were cardboard cutouts of me, and of One Direction. Her sheets had all of my old band mates faces on them. Posters covered the walls. One Direction dolls are on her dresser next to the perfumes, and the books. Good lord, did they buy every piece of merchandise ever made?

I looked over at Aspen who had been advancing towards a cardboard cutout of Zayn with a... "Is that a vibrator?"

Aspen looked down at her hand. "Shit... I thought I grabbed my tazer."

The hilarity of the situation hit me and I started laughing so hard my stomach hurt.

"What the hell is this?" Aspen looks around her room. Reality seems to smack her in the face. She throws the vibrator back into her drawer and slams it shut. "We fucked... on all their faces...your balls were all up all over them..."

"According to fans it wouldn't be the first time." I shrugged.

"Oh god." Aspen starts laughing which sets me off again. "Is this why you had to get me out of the house? So Emma could do this?"

"Come back to bed baby." I saw when I'm finally able to breathe again. "We're gonna talk about you putting yourself in potential danger by telling me to stay put when you thought someone was in here though."

"Me and Bob had it under control." She yawns out.

"Bob?" I feel the bed dip as she climbs back in.