Me, Him, Us

I almost broke his ankle and he still loves me. We had a big fight and he still loves me. I am ordinarlly amazing and he still loves me. And guess what? I love him too. My name is Angie Blight. His name is Harry Styles. This isn't only my story but ours. No not a story but a tale :)


24. Phobias

My clothes where wet rags. That’s basically the only way I could describe the lifeless lump of stuff on the blue tiled floor. I wrap the fuzzy towel around and decided to hope for the best…hopefully Harry’s family won’t be too shell shocked.

“I love meeting you like this.” I hear someone literally purr into my ear as I closed the door.

“Harry what if your family sees?! They’re going to think I’m a pervert!”

“You’re my fiancée.” The wonderful melting butter over toast feeling spread through me all over again.

“And you’re mine.” I say finally facing him. His hair was damp and already it began to curl. I picked one strand up and pulled on it. I watched it bounce back into place. I felt his muscular arms make their way around my waist and they held me tight. I allowed my arms to carefully make their way around his lean neck. We stood like that in each other’s arms with nothing but towels around us until we were called down for dinner.

“I love you so much Dimples. So much that I didn’t even know it was possible!”

“I love you to my beautiful Angle.”

WE walked down the stairs in those white towels, my hand in his. I felt so strong, I felt as though I can fly, climb Mount Everest and just burst with happiness.

“You guys have 15 minutes to get ready!” his mom cried over her shoulder as we ran across the feather like snow.

Out of my duffle I grabbed black leggings and knitted, oversized maroon sweater. On my feet I pulled on my warm socks and some ugs. I turned around to find Harry still in his towel mouth slightly hanging open.

“Harry you’re dribbling.” I whisper to him ending that sentence with a wink.

“Stop making it hard for me to control myself.”

“It’s my job babe.” I tell him pulling my hair into a high pony tail. I let a few strands loose. “Now go get dressed or your family will defiantly get the wrong idea about us!”

“Oh like what?” he challenged me.

“Like where some horny animals that we do is play around on the bed.” I inform him. HE laughed and looked at me with his green eyes.

“And that’s bad because…?”

“Because we are not animals.”

“But we’re horny.” He finished.


“Agreed!” he squealed and chased me around the room until his towel fell.

“Um Harry I suggest you put pants on.”

“I hate pants.”

“So you’re going to go to dinner naked?” he nodded. “I think we scared your family enough with the towel parade.”

“I am not that scary in a towel.”

“Oh I know sweetie, but I don’t know if they were pleased.” He raised an eyebrow.

“That didn’t make any sense.”

“You’re fear of pants doesn’t either. Now I’m off to help Mum set the table. Join us when you’ve overcome your little phobia.” I smile at him and plant a kiss on his warm lips. I leave Harry to battle his fear on his own. I giggle. My fiancé is afraid of pants. We all have our quirks but that’s what makes us who we are and Harry so special to me.

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