The Story of Us

Little Things

-Get up!- I was hugging the pillow while Harry was shaking my waist, a weeks after we got back from the VMAs in LA. I was happy I could come along, because I always wanted to go to America, but never had the chance. They won three awards, and every one of their group hugs just screamed ''We did it!'' . -Get up!!!- he screamed uncovering me. -You asked for it.- he jumped on me and almost broke the bed. 

-What?!- I sharply dissuaded.

-Good morning, baby.- he sat next to me.

-Was the jumping really necesarry?-

-You would never get up.- he flashed me a cheeky smile. -Come on!- he jumped on the floor and reached one hand to me. -I have a suprise for you.- I saw my suitcase next to the wardrobe. This time, it was empty.

-Harry... Where are we going?- I was suspicious.

-Let's just say you'll need warm clothes. And Eleanor's not here, so you'll have to pack by yourself. Sorry.- he rushed out of the room. -You have 15 minutes.- I heard him screaming from the stairs. I crawled to the wardrobe.

-Warm clothes...- I started digging trough my clothes, hoping I'll find something that was bought on a sale in the middle of the summer. I packed a few shirts, spare pants, a jacket, took my things from the bathroom, and ran down the stairs. Harry was already taking his things to the car. I let him carry my bag to the storage space as I was locking the door. 

-We better be going to Narnia.- I shut the door of his Range Rover. 

-Something like that.- he turned around and took something out of his bag. -Uhm... You should put this on.- he offered me a dotted blue scarf.

-I knew it! You were trying to kidnap me.-

-Maybe... But, put it on. It's a suprise, remember?- he tied the scarf around my head, so I couldn't see anything.

-Blind?-

-Like Johnny Bravo after he gets pepper sprayed by a hot girl.-

-Good.- I felt the car moving and driving off in an unknown direction. We talked about everything for a few hours, and just as I was starting to fall asleep, the car stopped.

-We're here!- he clamored and got out the car. -My lady...- I felt the door next to me opening, and him taking my hand. I stumbled down to the street. 

-Where are we?- I started to take the blindfold off, but he took my hand.

-Just a little bit more.- I heard him rolling off the luggage. -Now!- the scarf was off and I opened my eyes. The Sun hiding behind the clouds was already setting down, and the wind was breezing.

-So this is how Narnia looks like?- I had no idea where were we, even though something about the big house in front of me looked familliar.

-Holmes Chapel has a new name now, okay.- he put his hand on my shoulders. Holmes Chapel... This is how it looks like. Little bit bigger than I thought it would be, but still pretty small. You wouldn't think someone like Harry would come from a place like this, but he does. And I can completely see him playing football on one of the many lawns here. The dark has finally settled down, and hundrets of lights coming from everywhere looked like hundrets of fireflies freely flying around.

-It's beautiful.- I gasped.

-It's my home.- a big smile showed up on his sweaty face. He took off his tan beenie, and hand-in-hand, we went to his home. He crack opened the door, and a dotted muzzle peaked out. 

-Dusty!- he shouted as she purred and rubbed off on his legs. -I missed you, kitty.- that moment reminded me of my cat, Blacky, and me. I kneeld next to him, and Dusty started sniffing my hand.

-Is anyone here?-

-Nope. My mum's climbing Kilimanjaro, Gemma's in Sheffield, and my stepdad's on a buisness trip.-

-So, we're alone.-

-Is that okay with you?-

-Couldn't be better.- I tried to kiss him, but we both fell on the floor.

-Feels like home...-

-So you used to just fall down on the floor with random girls?- I said, joking.

-No... I just used to fall down. I'm clumzy.- we kept on laughing while kissing. 

-So, what are we going to do? What do people do for fun in Holmes Chapel anyway?-

-Play football, ride bikes, go on Twitter, dream about the perfect girl...-

-So we can just stay here... And dream about the perfect girl?-

-Yes, but my perfect girl is standing right here, and I don't need anything else.- he kissed me again. Every new kiss, every new look, every new touch, it all seemed like it was the first one all over over again. Same excitement, same butterflies, and same lightheaded feeling in my head. Except I love him even more every day.

-I love you.- I whispered while breaking his lips away from mine. 

-I know. I love you too.- his smile and eyes, covered with his curls were pearcing trough my soul, reaching to every single little part of me. He picked me up and ran trough the back door, grabbing a blanket on the way.

-Where are we going?!- he wasn't slowing down even a little bit. We ran into a group of trees, and finally slowed down at a little opening. He put me down on a muddy rock. It was pit black, but when I focused, I saw the pale white moon mirroring on the little river beneath.

-It's beautiful.- I gasped while sitting on the blanket.

-This,- I felt his arm around my waist. -was my happy place. I would go here for hours every time I'd feel down, and when my parents divorced, was really a lot. It was always special to me. - he looked around before looking at me and pulling me in closer. -Now I finally found someone with who I can share it with.- I wanted to cry. He was melting my heart with every word he said. And these little things, were the things I live for. Sitting in my fiancee´'s lap while he's playing with my hair, sharing moments, making eachother laugh... These little things are everything I've been wanting for my entire life. The next day, we went on a tour around the town. Now, he took me to see where did he grow up. His school, candy shop... I felt like we were connecting in an entire new way. I wasn't just getting to know this Harry, but the kid that used to pole-dance on the lamp in front of the school. He introduced to his old friends, we visited all of his old places, and I met the old Harry. The Harry he was before the fame. I'm not saying it's changed him, just that he was so much more loose back then. So much more carefree. In a way, he had to grow up fast because of all the responsobilities. He never got to finish his childhood, and here, it's like time stopped for him. It doesn't seem like he has a world tour just around the corner, or a 2nd album release. No. Here, he's just a regular guy. That night he had another suprise for me.

-Camping?!- he took his hands off of my eyes and I saw a tent and campfire on the same place next to the river where we were yeserday. He gave me a cheeky grin. -What are you trying to do, Styles. ''Live While We're Young'' video part 2?- he took me to the rock next to the fire and covered our intertwined bodies with a plush blanket. The harsh lunges of wind meant nothing while he was holding me in a tight grasp. 

-You took me home.- he whispered with his chin on the top of my head. -You took me home...-