Age is just a number (A Harry Styles fanfic)

Bio: hi I'm Brie, if you are wondering yes I'm Louis Tomlinson little sister. This is the first summer I get to stay with him and the rest of One Direction. I miss Lou so much. He's never home anymore so I can't wait to see him.

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21. Tickle

 


~Brie's POV      Tears start to sting my eyes, I give in and let them fall. I never realized how much I needed him till that moment. He kissed me and I think that it felt like the exact same feeling I got when he first kissed me. A few days had seemed like a few months. Not being able to be with him was eating me alive. The guilt that I feel is horrible. If I stay with him, he could be killed. But if I don't stay with him, we will both be dead inside. It's a lose lose situation. I cried into Harry's warm chest. He laid his head on top of mine, I heard him sniffling too. Why must everything good in my life be shattered?       " I love you Brie," I hear him choke out.       " I love you too."       I try to stop crying. He pulls me off his chest and wipes my tears away with his thumb. When he finishes, he pecks my lips. I can't help but smile like an idiot. I pull him inside and lock the door behind me. He snakes his arms around my waist from behind and pulls me close. I blush madly. He lays his head on my shoulder. From behind me, I can feel his heart racing. Mine is too. He starts to draw shapes into my tummy. It tickles and I start to giggle. Harry chuckles.       " Does that tickle?" he whispers seductively.       I don't even answer. He attacks me, tickling me. I'm laughing uncontrollably. I try to push him off of me, but it's no use. He's stronger then I am. I'm kicking and screaming but he doesn't stop. I'm going to die, or have an asthma attack and die. Which ever, it still involves me dying.        " Stop Styles! Stop! I'll straighten those curls!" I threaten.  He jumps off me almost immediately. I chuckle lightly trying to catch my breathe. I sink to the floor and lean up against the wall. Harry sits next to me smirking. I slap his cheek playfully.       " Bad Curly. That's no way to treat the Tommo," I say.       " Sorry to break it to you love, but your brother was the Tommo first."       " Psst no, I came up with it first," I lie.       " As I've told you before, you are a god awful liar."       I pout and turn away from him. I pinches my side and a jump, he starts laughing. I slap his arm and stand up. He grabs my hips and pulls me back down onto his lap.       " Where do you think you're going?" he smirks.       " Does the concept food mean anything to you?"       He rolls his eyes and lets me back up. In the kitchen, I pull out my goldfish. I love them and I could sit and eat them all day long. I pour some into a bowl and start to snack on them. I go back into the other room, and Harry's not there. I check the whole downstairs, then when that fails I go upstairs. I open my door a crack and see him in there. He's looking at all of my hockey sticks. Perfect opportunity to prank him. I tip toe downstairs and stand close to the steps.       " Where is he you bitch!" I yell imitating Celine the best I can.       " What are you talking about you whore?" I ask in my voice.       I bang into the wall and fall to the floor making a big noise.      " Don't make me hit you again!" my Celine voice yells.       Harry comes bounding down the steps. He knees down and cradles me in his arms. He strokes my hair soothingly, trying to "calm" me down. I laugh evilly inside.        " Where is she?" he snares.       " Where's who Curly."       " Celine. I heard her from upstairs. She hit you."       I burst into a fit of laughter. Harry raises an eyebrow at me. After a few minutes, he catches on.        " That was you?!"       " Yup," I say after I finish laughing.      " You are going to get it now."       He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal and try to get down. Why is this boy so strong? He sets me in my room and throws me my baby hockey stick. He grabs the one I almost killed Liam with.       " Fight me!" He yells.       " That's not fair. You have my best stick," I whine.       " You shouldn't have tricked me."       He swings the stick at my legs, I deflect it with my own stick. I slap my stick on top of his, he jumps at the noise. We go back and forth with our fencing manovers, our sticks only touching the sticks. We shout smack talk at each other trying to distract one another. Harry tries to hit my legs again, but I jump up and he misses. He pouts and I stick my tongue out at him. We do a bit of fencing again. Then I jab my stick into his tummy. He falls to the ground moaning in pain. I quickly drop my stick and knee down in front of him.       " Oh Harry I'm so sorry." the tears prick my eyes.       I hurt my Harry. Well he isn't mine anymore, but that doesn't matter. I stroke his curls, as a few tears fall down his cheeks. He shuts his eyes tightly and takes a deep breathe. He mumbles something not even audible. Aww, why do I have to mess everything this up. He just got here not too long ago and look at what I've done. I roll him onto his back and lifted up his shirt. There's a big bruise where my stick hit him. Aww, now I feel even worse!       " It's okay, I'm fine," he mumbles.       " No you're not, I hurt you. Now you have a bruise because on me."       I hang my head, looking down into my lap. I twiddle with my fingers trying to do something. Harry pushes  my chin up, I'm forced to look at him. He's sitting up, looking perfectly fine. I look down again, not being able to look at him. He kisses my eyelids, butterflies erupt in my stomach. I look up at him, blushing. A smile plays on his lips, he starts to caress my cheek.       " I'm fine Brie, I promise."       " Okay."       He plants a kiss on my lips again. This isn't right. A part of me said it wasn't right, then the other part was screaming kiss me again! I'm so mixed up, I don't want to hurt him again. If I tell him we can't be together anymore he'll be heartbroken again. But if we be together, Celine may try to hurt him or even me. I can't risk Harry getting hurt, I just can't. But I can't be without him either. Why does this have to be so hard? Why can't I just be with Harry and be happy. Why must age, and gossip, and slutty, fake girlfriends get in the way? He pulls me onto his lap and starts to play with my hair. I run my finger around his tummy, when I run over the bruise; he flinches. I jump immediately and apologize over and over. He chuckles and replies," I'm fine." I rolled my eyes. I lift up his shirt again and look at the bruise; it's black and blue. I kiss it as gently as possible then I put his shirt back down.       " It's definitely all better now," he chuckles.       " Sure....."       He kisses my cheek tenderly then pulls me off the floor. We go back downstairs and I grab my goldfish again. Harry tries to steal some, I let him have some. SOME. You can't touch my goldfish, I'll kill you! But I make my exceptions.      ________________________________________________      " I'm tired," I whine.       He picks me up and cradles me in his arms. I'm too tired to protest. He carries me to my room and lays me down on the bed.    " Curly, where do you think you're going?" I ask.     His face lights up. He leaves to go change in the bathroom. I wait patiently for him to return. When he does, he's in nothing but sweatpants. I can't help but stare at his bare chest. Damn my boyfriend has to be the sexiest piece of ass ever. Whoa what just ran through my head? Did I just say boyfriend and sexy piece of ass? Now I know I am crazy. Harry notices my staring and makes a dirty joke, same old Harry. He turns my overhead light off and crawls into bed with me. I wrap my arm around his avoiding the bruise. He does the same with me and I smile. I missed this, being able to cuddle with him. To have him next to me at night if I had a nightmare or if I just needed someone. I knew I didn't want to be without Harry, ever. But I knew it was coming and soon I'd be seeing his face over my laptop screen. I pushed the thoughts of the up in coming tour out of my head. There was no denying it was coming, but I didn't want to think about it until I had too. Just enjoy the time you have with him now.      He whispers," I love you." I return it and I feel him kiss him cheek.      Again I thank the darkness so he can't see me blush. I snuggle closer to him and try to sleep.   

 

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