I Can't Believe You! (one direction fanfic)

" I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" I scream, tears pouring down my face, reminding me of a waterfall. Waterfalls are supposed to be majestic amd beautiful. Nothing of my tears are majestic or beautiful.
"Listen to me Amy! I can fix this. Please?" he begs dropping to his knees in an attempt to bring me back to him. I stare at him in his helpless state. Why does he do this to me? His beautiful green eyes meet mine and I close my eyes trying to block him out. Only it doesn't work. I still see his broken figure on the ground pleading with me. It's the charm of Harrh Styles I guess...

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- Taylor xoxo


12. chapter 9

A/N okay! I know I said I would update yesterday and I didnt! i'm sorry! I got really busy and forgoy but this chapter will be longer. Anywho thanks so much for 119 views!

I changed quickly into a pair ofunderwear and my blue bra with my slightly ripped faded jeans with a light blue v neck short sleeve shirt.. I walked back out into the kitchen where I found Harry setting all the food on the table. He smiled as I take a seat. He sits across from me smiling with gentle eyes. I decide to break the silence.
" Look... Harry.... I know my mum died an all but I want this to be the regular us... I don't want you to go all softy on me because my mum died. I want you to be the same stupid, and idiotic Harry that was before my mum died. I don't like sympathy... you know that!" I tell him a little anger flickering into my tone.
" Thank god you said that... I font know how much longer I could go withough being normal. My ' stupid and idiotic' self, as you say." he says breathing a sigh of relief. I smile giggling slighty and begin to eat my food. Harry's a really good cook. As we finish breakfast I begin to pick up our plates. I set tgem in the dishwasher and turn back for our cups but Harry unexpectantly pulls me into a massive hug. I wrap my arms around him hugging back but confused. He breathes in deeply his face pressed into my damp hair.
"mmmmmmm" he groans " you used my shampoo didn't you?" he questions pulling back and cockimg an eyebrow at me. I grin and nod.
" You don't know how much I like it when you have my favorite scent on my favorite girl" he groans. I bury myself back in my arms as he nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck, kissing my my jaw softly. I smile and pull back.
" can you load the rest of the dishes? i need to dry my hair before its in knots" I inform Harry grinning. He nods and motions for my to fix my hair and leave him.
" sure Styles... like you don't worry about your hair..." I trail, smirking and walking off.

I pull harrys hair dryer from under the bathroom counter and brush and dry my hair. I then find my curling iron in my bag and give myself loose ringlets hanging down my back. Satisfied with my hair I search my bag looking for my make-up. I put a light layer of blue eyeshadow and a thin coat of mascara then I brush my teeth and walk back out.

Harry's not in the kitchen but the table is cleared and the dishwasher is running. I walk into the living room and settle down on his big, black leather couch and turn the tv on, ordering the hunger games off a online site to watch. I settle in as the movie starts.

You may laugh but Hunger Games is like my all time favorite movie. I've seen it at least ten times
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