Little Things

Jenny is just an average teenage girl who works at a pet store. One day while she's working though a certain boy and his friend appear in the shop. They talk for awhile a start to become really good friends. But will something spark between the friendship? If so, what would others say? How would they react? Would things go good? Or bad? You'll just have to read the story if you want to find out ;)

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29. Publicity

“What was that?”  

“What was what?”

“ ’Call me Joe!’ What did you talk about?”

“Your dad is a great man. He’s just worried about his little princess growing up. He wants the best for you; I appreciate that and completely understand why he wanted to talk. We got on well quickly.”

“I think the less I know, the better. And again, thank you so much for coming to the show. It was a great surprise.”

“Of course. And I didn’t want to say it in front of your parents, but wow you were hot!” I laughed out loud and looked at him.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean not just then, but…wow!”

“Why thank you!” I switched on the radio in the car and got comfy in the passengers seat.

“Are you tired?” He asked as he grabbed hold of my hand with his other placed on the steering wheel.

“A bit.” He let me rest a little on the way, then opened the door for me when we arrived. He took my hand and led me inside, straight up to his room.

“Hi Louis!” I waved as we passed the living room where he was watching some film. He opened his mouth, but got interrupted by Harry.

“Bye Louis!” he said and continued dragging me up to his room. I sat down on the bed and watched as Harry grabbed his guitar and sat behind me. He put the guitar on my lap and framed my body with his limbs.

“Playing on guitar is actually quite calming. Let me show you a few chords.”

He placed my fingers softly on the appropriate strings and pulled my other hand down on them.

“This is chord A…and this is E.” he said as he rearranged my fingers.

“You were right. It’s quite calming.” I stated, although something told me his presence was the one factor that gave me that feeling.    

 

Later that night I was rather tired, so Harry put on a movie and pulled me down to lay on his chest. He was playing with my fingers when I looked up and saw him not paying attention to the movie at all; he was deep in his thoughts. I stroked his cheek with my free hand, snapping him out of his daydream.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Well…we’re together for like 2 months, right?”

“Right.”

“I was just thinking…you know it’s getting harder to stay unseen. Eventually your neighbors will be curious what that black range rover’s doing almost every day in front of your house. If they haven’t noticed it already… and I get constant questions about you, plus the pictures of us together…”

“So you’re saying we should come out public?”

“I don’t know. It has its advantages and its disadvantages. I don’t want you to get hate…and I don’t want to rush into this either.”

“Rush into this? I’m surprised I could stay unknown for this long!” I chuckled.

“But I know, it’s getting harder and to be honest it’d be nice to go out with you. I mean outside. But the privacy is something we have now…wait I talk like I actually know what I’m talking about, but honestly I have no idea what to expect. I’ve always been on the other side, so I know what to expect from the fans, but… What do you want?”

“I want to take you out and give you what you deserve, but as I said before, I don’t want you to get hate.”

“I’m afraid that’s something inevitable. Danielle and Eleanor still get hate despite the fact they’ve been with the boys for so long and that they are both total sweethearts. Perrie is new next to them, but she’s also different, because she has her own fans who’ll defend her.”

“And you have me to stand up for you.” I smiled.

“But on the other hand, they should be happy! They always wanted you to date a fan, let alone someone from tumblr! This could be something they like, right?” He chuckled and kissed me. “What should we do then?”

“What do you want?”

“What matters is what you want.”

“I want what you want.” I giggled.

“Why don’t you ask the boys for their opinion?”

“There’s nothing to ask. They love you so they’d support us. But I want you to be 100% sure.”

“I…if you think we’re ready, I’m ready.” He sat up and looked deeply into my eyes.

“Are you sure? Can we go out for breakfast tomorrow? Can I mention you in one of my tweets? Can I say “Yes, I have a girlfriend.” to the interviewers?”

“Uh…” I bit my lower lip.

“Yes. Yes we can go out, and yes you can. If that’s what you want. But wait with that tweet until they find my twitter, because they will, okay?”

“Okay.” We lay back down and continued watching the film. I couldn’t help feeling nervous about the next day, but the heaviness of my eyelids were stronger and they pushed me into a deep sleep.  

 

“Morning, sunshine!” I heard Harry’s cheerful voice as I opened my eyes.

“You’re cute as you cuddle that bear, but why don’t you cuddle me instead?” I giggled and scooched over to bury my head into his bare chest.

“Do you remember when Lou mentioned that you and El go out without us? It gave me the idea, we should go on a double date!”

“It sounds great love, but why are you so active in the morning?” I whined. He laughed and kissed the top of my head.

“I’ll bring you a coffee.”

“No, stay please! I’ll get up in 3 minutes, I promise.” He stayed there, lying under me, rubbing my back while I slowly opened my eyes and fought with the urge of staying there all day. A few minutes later, I sat up and smiled.

“Okay, I’m up. Do you still want to go out for breakfast?”

“Mhm. Go get ready okay?”

I kissed his cheek and went into the bathroom with my stuff to have a shower, and get as ready as I could for what was about to happen. A little less than an hour later both Harry and I were sitting in the car, heading off to a close little café. When he stopped the car, he looked at me and squeezed my hand.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

On the way inside, he intertwined our hands and kept it that way until we took our seats in a little booth. When the waitress came to collect our orders, she spent a little too much time admiring the view in front of her.

“That’s all, thank you.” Harry said politely, reminding her, she should leave. She snapped out of her daydream, nodded and walked away.

“That was…embarrassing.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“I doubt that.”

“Just pretend that they’re not here. Just you and me.” I sighed and nodded.

“Okay.”

“You know, we’re going to play golf someday this weekend with the boys and some others, and I realized I don’t know if you can play or not.”

“I can’t. In fact, I’ve never tried. My family doesn’t really like sports. We’re terrible at them.” I giggled.

“Maybe one day I could teach you.”

“Like you taught me how to climb a tree?” I laughed.

“Hey, one day you’ll be able to climb up I swear!”

Another waitress interrupted us with our foods, shooting flirting gestures towards Harry, but he acted like he didn’t even notice. It made me giggle and ease up a little. By the time we finished our meal and walked back to the car hand in hand, there were dozens of pictures about us. Harry dropped me home before he went to a photo shoot and to the studio. From that day, I tried to avoid the social websites as much as I could. Mainly twitter. One night, when I was lying awake, I wondered if I made the right choice, but deep down I knew fear was what made me think that way. I wanted a full, normal relationship with Harry, and if that meant I had to swallow some people’s rude comments, I was ready for it. Ready, but not masochist, therefore, I switched off the notifications about my mentions and neglected the computer.  

 

As the days passed, I got closer to the day, when my family and I travelled to my aunt, Paige. It was an annual, long and painful period of the summer. I figured, if I could convince my mom to let me stay home, I could invite Harry over.

“Mom! I know we’re all supposed to go visit Aunt Paige, but I’d like to stay home now.” She sighed and looked at me.

“Did you ask your father, yet?”

“Yes. He said he’s okay with it. Please!” I whined.

“If I say no, will you come?” “Probably no.” “Then why do you even ask?”

“So…I can stay?”

“Yes, you can. But…I’m not saying you can’t invite Harry over, but careful with the sleep-overs okay?”

I kissed her cheek and run up to my room shouting back an ‘I love you mom!’ That night I said goodbye to them, because the next day they left very early. When I woke up, I knew Harry was busy so I just texted him that he could come over whenever he wanted. I was bored, so I began cleaning the house but it wasn’t as fun as being online, however I was still scared to check my twitter. I took a deep breath and sat down on the couch with my phone. Would they tweet me if nothing was confirmed? I opened my mentions and scrolled past them.  

“Who are you? How do you know @Harry_Styles?”  

“Are you that girl with @Harry_Styles?”  

“Are you and @Harry_Styles dating?”  

A frown formed on my lips as I noticed the mean tweets. There was quite a few of them, but none of them hurt as much as one certain tweet:  

“You’re such a twat! Why didn’t you tell me you started seeing Harry after we met them?! Best friends don’t keep secrets…”  

This tweet was sent by Susan.  

“Best friends?!”

I couldn’t believe she had the guts to insult me after what she did.  

Scrolling lower, I noticed a few nice tweet, but many bad ones that made me throw my phone away and shed a few tears. I quickly wiped them away knowing it’ll get worse when Harry confirms it, but it’ll also get better. Plus, I didn’t want Harry to feel guilty, so I buried the feeling deep down in my brain. An hour didn’t pass when I heard the front door open. I told Harry to just come in, so he did with a worn expression.

“Early start?” I asked as I gathered him in my arms.  

“Mhm” he mumbled into the crook of my neck.

“You seem to be tensed. Is everything okay?” He let out a tired sigh and ruffled his hair.

“Well let’s just say not everything went good during the interview today.” I pulled him over to the couch and began massaging his shoulder.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”  

“The man was just so rude and asked inappropriate questions, not to mention he was late and that caused a bunch of other problems.”

“I’m sorry.” I said as I rested my chin on his shoulder, “Is there anything I can do?”

“Well maybe you could cuddle me.”

“That sounds good. But first, I’ll put on some water to make some tea, okay?”

“Sure.”

I pecked his cheek and got up to turn the kettle on. While the water was being heated, I walked back to the couch where Harry was typing on his phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Just going on twitter.”

“No!” I exclaimed and grabbed his phone. I didn’t want him to see the hateful tweets that could’ve easily happened, since they were mentioning Harry’s account. He raised an eyebrow and looked at me questioningly. I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I mean, leave twitter now and let’s cuddle.”

“I just quickly check it while you’re making the tea.” “No…erm…just leave it.”

“Why?” he asked with suspicion in his voice.

“Last time I checked, you were the one insisting on me going on daily. Did something happen?”

“No, it’s just uh…it ruins the mood!” I faked a laugh.

“Did you know that your eye-colour changes a little when you’re lying? Now, give me my phone back!”

I saw no point in lying any more, so I did what he said. He went through his mentions then mines, his expression becoming darker and more upset with every tweet.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just didn’t want you to feel bad about it.”

“Hey, look at me!” he lifted my chin up and looked into my eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I guess. But Susan’s tweet just got me off guard. I’ll be right back.”

I walked away to make the teas and to hide the tears that escaped from my eyes. I only went back when I pulled myself together.

“What are you smiling at?”

“Check your mentions!”

With confusion, I pulled my phone out and opened my account. A smile appeared on my lips as I read the top tweet from Harry.  

“Yes, @Jenny_A and I are dating, please respect it. She makes me happy!”  

“Thank you!” I whispered and kissed his pink lips.

“Anytime, love! Now, how about that cuddle?”

I laughed and pushed him back on the couch so I could lie on top of him. We stayed in that position for hours, just talking about anything and everything until I heard the bell ring. I stood up and opened the door to see Susan’s eyes glued to Harry’s car.

“Jen! Hey, how are you?” She squealed.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Well I came to visit my best friend! I’m so happy for you and Harry! I see he’s here, can I…”

“Best friend?! You’re not my best friend, I doubt you ever were. I can’t believe you have the guts to come here after what you did. And no, I’m not just talking about that disgusting tweet you sent me, but the day of the concert, remember?”

“I…”

“No! I don’t care, I don’t want to see you. Have a nice life!” I was about to close the door when she stopped me.

“Fine! But let me return this nice little speech of yours by exposing the truth for your naive little eyes! Do you really think Harry Styles would date a fan? Would date you? Even if somehow he was blind enough to start dating you, he wouldn’t go too long without cheating. I mean he’s Harry fucking Styles! He can get any girl he wants, he won’t wait around for your virgin soul to get laid! He’s a boy, he’s got needs and not just a boy. He…”

As I stood there dumbfounded, listening to her words that got me like poison, and feeling tears well up in my eyes, an unexpected pair of arms wrapped around my waist. Then one hand covered mine that was holding the door and began pushing it.

“Thank you for visiting Susan; that was enough of you.”

The last thing I saw was her shocked expression before Harry closed the door. I just stood there staring at it, until he spun me around. His eyes were full of concern and worry.

“Don’t listen to her!” he brought me close to him and rubbed my back as I buried my face into his neck, trying to muffle the sobs that left my mouth.

“Hey, shh, don’t cry! Or cry if that makes you feel better, but know that those are lies, okay? I love you! So so much. If she wasn’t a girl, I would punch her. No one should make my girl cry.”

I chuckled as I pulled back and wiped my tears away.

“Uh…sorry I broke down like this. I didn’t want you to see me cry.”

“Are you kidding? It’s normal, if it was me, I would’ve cried too! Come here!” he hugged me again and presses small kisses to my hair.

“Let’s stay home instead of going out for dinner, okay? Chef Styles will cook you something delicious!” He led me into the kitchen and buried himself into the fridge, looking for something.

“Okay, what would you like to eat? Hmm…how about a…”

“How about we make a pizza?”

“Yeah, I like that! We make something special and name it!” I laughed and put the ingredients on the counter.

“Wait, wait, wait! You don’t have an apron on! Where do you keep your aprons?”

“We don’t need them, Harry. Let’s start or we’re going to starve to death!”

“No, no. We need those aprons and I’m Chef Styles now!”

He acted ridiculously just to make me smile, and it worked. We started a messy and long battle of batter making and a rather funny decorating session, meaning putting random toppings on the pizza. I jumped on top of the counter and watched as Harry put the pizza into the oven. As I watched him, his angelic features, his sparkling eyes and his smile that showed off his dimples, I couldn’t help repeating Susan’s word.

“You’ve got a little flour on your cheek.”

He pulled his fingertips over my skin, his eyes never leaving mines. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him as close to me as humanly possible, and added a passionate kiss to the equation. While my tongue made his way into his mouth, all I could think about was that Susan was right and I had to keep Harry by my side. I wrapped my legs around his torso, and began unbuttoning his shirt with my shaky hands. He untangled his hand from my hair and put it over mine. He broke away from the kiss and rested his forehead against mine.

“Stop.”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t want this.”

“Yes, I do!”

“And why is that?”

“Because I love you.”

“And because of what happened today. But I don’t want you to regret this later. I love you and I want you to be comfortable when it comes to these things.”

“Harry…”

“No. I’m not starting a fight about this.”

“But what if I really, truly want it?”

“Do you?”

“Yeah…” I whispered.

“Well, in that case…” he leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to mine.

I didn’t know if my heart was racing because of the heat and passion between the two of us or because of my poor nerves. Harry’s tongue was fighting with mine as his hands slid down on my waist to my hips. He pulled me closer and led his hands under my shirt. He rubbed soft circles on the skin above the bone. I felt dizzy, like I was spinning round and round and I didn’t know how to stop. Or I just didn’t want to. The atmosphere around us was filled with sparks and hotness and my skin was burning. The only thing that soothed the burning feeling was his touch. His fingers felt like ice on me; my whole body craved for his touch. Then suddenly he pulled back and left me hanging on the memory of his last touch. I opened my eyes and looked at him half upset, half curious. He chuckled at my pout and kissed my forehead.

“Why did you pull away?!” I whined.

“You liked it?”

“Yeah…” I blushed.

“A lot. But you pulled away! Did you….not enjoy?”

“No, it’s not that, love! Every time I kiss you, you give me this weird feeling. And it is amazing. I pulled away, because you deserve something special. Not a flour covered counter.” I giggled.

“How did I get so lucky with you?”

“Hmm…maybe once you found a four-leaf clover and it does its magic right now.”

“Probably.” I whispered against his lips.

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