One direction fanfic

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59. Harry styles ( Emma)

Emma Harry calls your name for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. “Emma! Emma, Emma , Emma .” he calls out, clearly trying to grasp your attention.

You sigh, and close your eyes. You were so tired. Harry and you went to a small, local park. You two chased one another, played on the jungle gym, ate ice cream, talked, kissed, and even met a couple of fans. You were both acting juvenile and childish. It was stimulating and bracing.

“Hmm?” you ask silently, closing your eyes. You were so tired. You just wanted a quick nap.

“Are you sleeping?”

You peek open an eye and glare at him playfully. “No I’m transforming into an octopus.” You say sarcastically. “Yes, Harry. I’m trying to.”

Harry grins. “You’re a weirdo, you know that?” he asks, jokily and bouncily while chortling.

You roll your eyes. “I’m sleepy Hazza. Can you wake me up in thirty minutes? I’m too relaxed to move.”

Harry nods. “Of course, love.”

You drift off into a light sleep, though you were more resting your eyes, if anything. You were exhausted, and you yearn for sleep at the moment. Not even two minutes before you resting and shutting off your vision, Harry calls your name softly, and pokes your side gently.

“Emma?” he whispers.

You grin, but keep your eyes closed. “Yes Harry?”

“I’m bored.”

“Then sleep with me.”

Harry smirks and chuckles. “That’s a bit inappropriate, love. We’re in public, and children are everywhere.”

You peek open an eye and glare at him. “You know what I meant.”

Harry sighs, but lays beside you, and it’s his signal for you to shut your eyes again. You didn’t even notice Harry merely climbing up on top of you, only five minutes after. He gently presses his soft lips on your nose, making you giggle and open your eyes. Harry chuckles, and presses his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry. I can’t go without looking into your eyes. I could stare at you forever and I’d still feel like I haven’t had enough of you.” He mummers softly.
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