Our Three Years

Harry Styles fanfic. Want more? Read it.
This is my first fanfic, so any comments would be appreciated.


7. Chapter 7

Harry's POV
 I follow her onto the porch and we just sit and talk. 
 "So tell me more about yourself." I say. "Well what do you want to know?" she answers with a smile, "I'm quite a complex person.", she winks. "Okay, I'll start, um, I sleep commando." I say, and she starts laughing. "That's funny, cause I do to, sometimes.." she says. We continue talking and joking around, then we head inside because it starts to rain. I was tempted to kiss her then, but I knew I shouldn't. We go up to my room. There was a book on my nightstand that I was reading last night. Adriana picks it up, furrows her eyebrows a bit, then puts it down. 
 "Something wrong about the book?" I ask. "Uh, no.." she answers, looking down at her feet. "Then, wh-what is it? It's just a book." I say confused. "Well, I couldn't really read the title cause I have dyslexia.." she answers. I walk up to her, and I'm met by her pools of green and turquoise eyes. "Oh, I had no idea.." I say awkwardly. "It's okay, not many people know, I don't exactly broadcast it.." she says, then continues looking around on my shelves at the pictures.
 Adriana's POV
I felt awkward telling Harry that I had dyslexia, I felt to exposed to him now, that I was vulnerable. I take out one of the photo albums on his shelves, and the front of it  has the word "Harry" written like a five-year old. I start looking at the different pictures of Harry from when he was a kid. One picture, that made me laugh, was one of Harry when he was maybe 12 or 13. He had the same brown hair, but instead of curls, his hair stuck flat of his head, which made his ears stick out. 
 "What?" he laughs, I show him the picture. "Let's just say, the time has really been kind to you, appearance wise." I say, "Oh come on! I was always hot." he says, and we both laugh. It felt good to laugh with someone. Especially someone who understands what you're going through, sort of. I didn't really laugh after mum died, it was horribly quiet, interrupted by my cries when my dad hit me. 
 Harry sits down beside me and we finish looking through the photo album. 

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