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.



23. Who was it?


Brie's POV   " Go on a date with me!" Harry pleaded for about the 20th time.    " Why!" I give the same answer as all the times before.    " Because it would be fun. Plus I've missed you, we haven't been on one in a while. And because I looove you."    " Well when you put it like that........." he waits impatiently for my answer.  " yes."    He kisses my nose happily.    " Now was that so hard?"    " I just like to tease you," I laugh twirling one of his curls around my finger.    He pouts and crosses his arms across his chest.  I giggle at his childish behavior and continue to twirl his curls. He turns back to face me.    " Stop being so cute when I'm trying to be mad at you!"    I giggle again and kiss his cheek.    " I believe you missed Tommo," he said pointing to his lips.    " Whoops."    I lean in a kiss him. But when I try to pull away, he places his hand behind my head and holds me there. I roll my eyes and continue to kiss him, our lips working in sync. Then I feel something that I haven't felt since our first date, I recognize it almost instantly. His tongue; it's rubbing against my bottom lip. Don't be a coward! Don't be a coward! Don't be a coward! But I am, I'm scared. Scared that I can't do it right, scared that he won't like it, scared because I'm not ready. He breaks the kiss with a disappointed look on his face. I can't bring myself to look at him, knowing that I couldn't give him what he wanted. He lift my chin up with his index finger and I come face to face with him. I refrain from looking into his eyes, I just stare off somewhere else.   " I'm sorry."   " What are you sorry for? I'm the one that couldn't give you what you wanted," I sigh.   " That's just it. I got a little carried away and I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I would never force you into something you didn't want to do, ever."   I look back into his eyes," Your not disappointed?"   " Of course not."   " O-okay."   He frowns. I look away, knowing that he's probably lying to make me feel better. He starts to caress my cheek, which in turn makes me feel better. I have to tear my eyes away from the floor to look at him again. He smiles lightly when he realizes I'm looking at him again. I bring myself to smile a little, he just makes me smile in general. Sometimes I swear he does it on purpose! He pokes my belly and jump, giggling. He stares at my evilly, oh no! Harry pokes me again, I giggle again and slap his hand. He chuckles evilly and that when he attacks me. He's tickling me so bad, I'm dying. He crouching over me just tickling the crap out of me. I get a hold of his belly and start to tickle him. He lets out his adorable laugh, I use all of my strength to flip him over and crouch over top of him. I smirk at him as he becomes the victim. He puts his hands on my back and pushes me down onto his chest so I'm not longer crouching. It's hard for me to tickle him with him holding me down like this. But I suppose that's the point.    " If you stop, I'll stop," he pants.    " Deal."    He kisses my nose and lifts me off of him. Then he sits back up and pulls me onto his lap. He starts to lean in when his phone starts ringing.   "Dammit," he whispers. Which makes me giggle, he pulls out his phone and answers it.    " 'Ello......... Why did you call me?..................That's none of your business.................................Don't tell me what to do! You don't own me!...................I can do what I want when I want............................Oh I'm so scared, why don't you go call Simon on me........................You know what, I don't give a flipping fuck what you do!"    I flinch at that last comment. Harry never curses, well in front of me anyway. I don't have a problem with it, except it just caught me off guard. He continues to yell at whoever is on the other end. I can't listen to it anymore, I get up. But Harry pulls me back down onto his lap.    " Fuck you!" then he hangs up.    " I'm so sorry Brie, I didn't want you to have to hear that."    " It's alright, who was it?"    " No one important. Come on lets go get ready to go out."   
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