13 Songs (Harry Styles fan fiction)

Christina Wells never believed that she could be thrown into so much chaos. All of it starting because of one very interesting guy- Harry Styles. Harry falls in love with Chrissy, but after his own mistakes, will she take him back? The story follows Chrissy and Harry through a deeper meaning into the album "Up All Night" and where the songs originated from.


4. Up All Night

~1 month later~


                It wasn’t exactly official. Harry and I weren’t ‘dating’ but we were definitely more than friends now. Actually, we weren’t really sure what we were. He hadn’t taken me out on a first date, but we hung out a lot. I had also been busy the last month with work, and the band had been busy rehearsing for a concert coming up next week.

It was very exciting though, because today, although I hadn’t been with Harry very long, was the day I was moving in. I was getting my own room in their abnormally large flat where I could stay. It was also closer to the Starbucks that I worked at so commute wasn’t so bad.

I watched hesitantly as Zayn pulled a large box out of my car and wobbled up into the house. The boys had agreed to help me move in- and my helping, I mean completely taking over the whole operation and doing everything themselves.

I had only been here for an hour and Louis had tried to pull a fast one on me by raiding my underwear. I was in my new room at the time unpacking though and caught him red-handed sneaking into my room. Lou had just laughed evilly and ran off down the hall and slamming a door that I had to assume was his bedroom.

“How’s unpacking going babe?” Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him for a hug.

“Good so far... I don’t even remember packing most of it in the first place though.”

“Well, why don’t you take a break till tomorrow. The guys want to have a sleepover tonight.” I gave Harry a confused look.

“But we all live in the same place now... how could we have a sleepover?”

“Pretty much we all play games and eat junk until we fall asleep in the living room. I think that about sums it up.” A smile spread across both our faces.

“Well alright let’s get to it!”



Two Coca-Cola’s later and I was dancing spastically in the living room, wearing Harry’s T-shirt and my own PJ shorts. The guys all laughed and jumped around excitedly- they all of course had had some real alcohol though. Harry wasn’t too bad- I think he had only had one. Whereas ‘Louis-the-party-man Tommo’ was clearly drunk.

Earlier we had played a mean game of COD, this time I let Niall win- much to his supposed delight.

Afterwards we had begun playing truth-or-dare; but that only resulted in Zayn daring Louis to chug a beer. Those events consequentially led to the current situation. Liam had begun blasting music as soon as the beer was brought out.

 I slunk down onto the couch, only to feel hands slither around my waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Harry’s slurred voiced sounded raspy next to my ear.

“Just sitting down, I’m tired,” and right on queue I let out a large yawn. Harry pulled me onto his lap.

“Why don’t you dance?”

“Because you aren’t exactly sober... and I’m not drinking. So I’ll just stay here.”

“Alright...” I watched with amusement as Louis finally crashed on the floor. He would have a hangover for sure. Liam turned down the music finally and just curled up on the floor. Niall took the loveseat to our left and Zayn jumped on the large one-seat chair to our right. I pressed my temple lightly against Harry’s chest and closed my eyes.



The next morning was rather awkward I think- or it was for me at least. The boys all seemed pretty comfortable with each other. The sound that woke me up was Niall, groaning like a dying herd of elephants.

“Shut UP Niall!” Zayn groggily yelled from his lopsided position on the chair. I heard the shuffling of feat before I opened my eyes to see what everyone looked like. Louis was curled into a fetal position by the television, Liam was spread out on the floor, and Zayn had sprawled out across his chair. I gripped the fabric of my pillow, only to realize that it wasn’t a pillow- it was Harry’s shirt. I was nestled in cosily against his side- my head on his chest and with his arm wrapped around my waist. He breathed in and out solemnly; I couldn’t help but listen to his steady heartbeat for a minute. I looked at the clock on the wall... almost noon. I guess we really had stayed up all night.

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