Change My Mind

I don’t know if I’ll ever love someone as great as Harry so that’s why I never want to forget this feeling. That’s why I’m scared of moving on. I don’t want to forget what it feels like to be in love with Harry Styles, especially the feeling I got when Harry Styles used to love me back.


24. Jenga

Lily’s POV

“Are you guys going to Paris with them?” I ask Perrie and Eleanor. We were currently at the mall while the guys went into the studio today.

“I can’t. It my mum’s birthday that weekend so I’m visiting them,” Eleanor says.

“I’m going,” Perrie replies.

“Do you guys usually go with them when they travel?”

“Yeah, when we can,” Perrie says.

I nod. “How long after you guys started dating them did you start going with them?”

Both of them look at me curiously before a knowing expression falls on Perrie’s face.

“Harry asked you to go with them, didn’t he?”

I blush as they both grew excited.

I nod and they squeal, earning a few weird looks from the other customers around us.

“Oh my gosh! That’s so sweet!” Eleanor gushes. Suddenly, they look at each other and exchange looks.

Perrie looks at me. “He must really like you.”

My eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Eleanor smirks at me. “Harry’s never asked a girl to join them when they traveled.”

My stomach flips, a huge smile spreading across my face. “Really?”

They nod. “He must really, really like you. I remember Louis telling me once that Harry doesn't really like bringing girls when they’re traveling around the world for work. He doesn’t want to get distracted,” Eleanor explains.

I’m still processing what the girls are telling me. I found it incredibly sweet that Harry asked me to go with him after what Eleanor just told me.

I’m still in disbelief.

“I mean, I did tell Harry that it’s always been my dream to go to Paris. Maybe he just asked me because he felt bad for me.”

They roll their eyes in unison.

“You’re delusional if you think that. Harry definitely asked you to go because one, he wanted you there, two, he knows that you’ve always wanted to go there and he wants to make you happy and three, he really, really likes you,” Perrie says.

I smile and look down at the ground. “You think so?”

“We know so,” they say at the same time.

“Ugh, now I really wish I could go,” Eleanor pouts. “I want to see what Harry does while you two are there.”

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll make sure to record them the whole trip,” Perrie says.

I laugh before I continue to look for new clothes.

“I’m excited now,” Perrie exclaims. “He’s probably going to take you to a fancy dinner and then you two are going to go on a romantic stroll through the park and then he’s going to take you to the top of the Eiffel Tower.” She pauses, looking deep in thought. “Oh! And then he’s going to sing to you while you’re at the Eiffel Tower and then he’s going to say the most romantic things ever. And then he’s going to propose and then you’ll get married and then make the most adorable kids in the world!”

I lightly smack Perrie on her arm, bringing her back to reality. Eleanor is laughing while I’m standing here blushing my face off.

“Stop that,” I whine. “You’re giving me high expectations for this trip now. He’s probably going to be busy with work and most likely, I’ll be in the hotel room watching movies and making sure to stay away from you while we’re there.”

Perrie rolls her eyes. “I’m positive that Harry’s going to plan something for the two of you while we’re there. I wouldn’t doubt it. He’s not going to ask you to go to Paris and then leave you alone in the hotel room the whole time.”

I sigh. She’s right. I just wish she didn’t plant these ideas in my mind about what Harry could possibly plan for the two of us while we’re there.

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, yeah, you’re right.”

She smiles triumphantly before all of us go back to shopping.

“So, how’s Marcus’ mum doing?” Eleanor asks.

My heart drops at her question. Marcus called me last night and told me that she was getting worse. But he’s trying to stay positive like I told him to and they’ve been going out and spending as much time together as they can. He planned a small trip for the three of them in two weeks and he told me that he was excited.

“She’s hanging in there. Marcus is just making sure that they’re spending time together and just focus on her living and not focus on her dying. She’s getting worse but they’re staying strong and she’s fighting like she always has.”

“That’s good. I really hope she gets better,” Eleanor says.

I give her a sad smile. “Yeah, me too.”

Luckily, they leave that topic as we go to the dressing rooms to try on clothes. I’m trying on a new dress and I struggle to get the zipper all the way up.

“Hey, Perrie, can you help me with the zipper?” I ask through the curtain. I turn around, facing away from the curtain and I hear ruffling as Perrie comes in.

She pulls the zipper up and I look up in the mirror in front of me to thank her. But I jump when I see that it wasn’t Perrie that had helped me.

It was Harry.

He’s smirking at me through the reflection in the mirror. He keeps his eyes on me while he lowers his head and kisses my shoulder. He’s trailing kisses along my skin towards my neck. He pulls back for a second to brush my hair over my other shoulder before he goes back in to kiss my neck. My breath catches in my throat as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him.

“Wh--what are you doing here, Harry?” I’m breathless and my eyes are fluttering.

“We finished work early and Louis told me that you guys were here,” he mumbles against my skin. The vibrations send shivers down my spine. I place my hands on top of his and turn my head to the side to allow him more access to the sensitive skin on my neck.

“Would you like me to unzip this dress for you?”

I smile before I turn around and playfully shove him off of me.

“Harry!” I turn him around and push him out of the dressing room. He’s laughing as I follow him and walk over to the mirror to look at check out my outfit. Harry plops down on the couch behind me. Louis and Zayn are sitting on either side of Harry and they’re on their phones. But Harry keeps his eyes on me as I sneak a glance at him from the mirror.

“What were you guys doing in there?” Louis asks with a smirk on his face.

“Nothing!” I exclaim, a blush colouring my cheeks. Louis raises his eyebrows at me and then at Harry, who just grins and shrugs his shoulder, definitely not helping my case. Louis shakes his head before he focuses back on his phone.

“That dress looks great on you, Lily!” Perrie says once she steps out of her dressing room. She stands beside on and she looks at her outfit.

Eleanor comes out a few seconds later and joins the two of us in the mirror. She check out her outfit before she takes out her phone and holds it out in front of us.

“Smile!” I put my arms around both of them as we smile and pose for the camera. I see her post it on her Instagram as I make my way back into the dressing room to change back into my clothes. I take the clothes that I’m going to buy and sit down in between Louis and Harry while we all wait for the other girls to finish trying on their clothes.

I pull out my phone and open my Instagram and lean my head on Harry’s shoulder. I see that he’s on his phone as well but he takes his eyes off of it for a second to give me a smile and a kiss on my forehead before he looks back at his phone.

I scroll through my feed and I stop at the picture of us that Eleanor just posted. I smile at it and then I laugh as I notice that the three boys photobombed the picture and are making stupid faces at the camera in the background.

“Thanks for ruining the picture, guys!” I tease.

They lean in and look at the picture before they burst out laughing.

“What are you talking about? We just made that picture epic!” Louis interjected.

I roll my eyes. “Whatever you say, Louis.”

I’m about to scroll through the rest of the pictures when the comments catch my eye. I click on the comments and start going through all of them.

*If Zayn and Louis are there with Perrie and Eleanor, does that mean that Harry’s there with that girl? B*ITCH, STAY AWAY!*

*Ugly slag better stay away from my Harry*

*Who is that girl anyway? She’s probably using them for fame! FAMEWH*RE!*

Harry suddenly snatches my phone out of my hands and he looks at me with a worried and sympathetic look. I try to hide the hurt feeling that I got after every rude comment that I read.

“Don’t believe any of those things that they’re saying. Don’t even bother reading them. They won’t do you any good,” Harry soothes.

I try to swallow the lump stuck in my throat as I nod and look away.

It hurt to read those things being said about me but I expected it. I just didn’t know it would hurt this much once it started happening. I always told myself that I shouldn’t let it bother me because it was just words but it does affect you in some way and you internalize some of the things being said to and about you.

Harry hands me back my phone and see that he closed my Instagram. I open my Twitter, assuming that it’d be safe to go on there.

I go to my interactions and see that I’ve gotten hundreds of new followers. I notice that it’s a lot of One Direction fans as most of them have someone One Direction related in their Twitter name. I read some of the tweets that I’m tagged in and most of them are from what seem to be update accounts saying that the “mystery girl” that’s been hanging out with the boys and with Perrie and Eleanor is me.

I grow uncomfortable at the thought of how they found me but then I realized that they must have found me when the boys, Perrie and Eleanor followed me. I start to read some of the not-so-nice tweets and I instantly close my Twitter. I put my phone away just as Perrie and Eleanor come out of their dressing room with a pile of clothes in their arms.

“Finally!” Louis exclaims, earning a playful roll of her eyes from Eleanor as she makes her way to the counter. We all get up and head to the cashier. We pay for our items before we head out.

There’s a small group of paparazzi and fans outside but thankfully, there’s a couple of black SUVs parked in front of us and we quickly make our way inside them.

The boys stay back for a bit to take some pictures with the fans and it brings a smile to my face. Security finally ushers them away and they hop into the two cars. Me, Harry, Perrie and Zayn are in this car and Louis and Eleanor are in the other. We drive off and we head to Louis and Eleanor’s place.

Once we get there, me and the girls start making dinner as the boys stay in the living room and watch some television.

“Hey, can I ask you guys something?” I ask as I’m cutting up some vegetables.

“Yeah, what is it, love?” Perrie replies.

“How do you guys deal with the hate?” I keep my gaze focused on the vegetable but I can feel them looking at me.

“Oh, babe, what happened?” Eleanor asks.

I shrug. “I read some things on Instagram, from the picture that you posted of the three of us. I know that I shouldn’t let it affect me and Harry said the same thing. But I can’t seem to just ignore it and not let it affect me.”

I hear Perrie sigh. “Lily. I know it’s hard to read those things and not let it bother you but…you just have to. I know what it feels like and it takes some time to learn to just brush it off and not let it faze you. You just have to ignore it and eventually you’ll be able to handle it.”

“That also means that you have to learn to not retaliate to any of the hate. I learned from experience that saying something in reply to the hate just makes it worse. You can stand up for yourself but don’t stoop to their level and send hate back. Like Perrie said, just ignore them, don’t take anything they say personally and just focus on the people that are being nice and respectful to you.”

I just nod in response and they exchange a look.

“Unfortunately, the hate comes with the price of dating one of the boys,” Eleanor shrugs.

I nod again. “Yeah, I know.”


“Why can’t I stay the night?” Harry pouts. He drove us back to Ed’s and we just finished watching a movie in my room. I’m snuggled up against Harry and he has one arm around me and his other one is resting underneath his head.

“Because I don’t feel right having you stay here in Ed’s flat when he doesn’t know you’re here, let alone the fact that we’re together.”

He seems to ponder over my words. “Well…it’s not like we’re going to do anything. We’re just going to cuddle and sleep. What’s the harm in that?”

“I’m just scared that Ed is somehow going to come home early and catch us.”

Harry groans.

“It’s just a few more days, babe.”

He looks down at me with a smirk. “Did you just call me ‘babe’?

I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “What? No!”

He pokes my stomach. “Yes, you did. I heard you.”

“Yeah, well…that’ll be the last time I do.”

“Why? I like it when you call me that.” The smile never leaves his face.

“Too bad.” I cross my arms.

“Well, how about you call me ‘babe’ and I’ll call you…’baby’?

I feel butterflies in my stomach, enjoying the way Harry’s other name for me rolled off of his tongue. I slowly look up at him as I bite my bottom lip.

“Think about it,” is all Harry says before he drops the topic. “When does Ed come back again?”

I relax at the change of topic as I get more comfortable against Harry again. “Saturday morning. I’m going to go pick him up.”

“If you’re supposed to pick him up at the airport anyways, then that means that he won’t come in here and catch us.”

I giggle and smack his stomach lightly. “Forget it, Harry. You’re not staying here for the night.”

He sighs dramatically. “Fine…baby.”

I look up and glare at him, knowing that he realizes how much I like him calling me that as he looks at me with that smirk on his pretty face.

“Well, if I can’t stay the night then let’s do something before I have to go.”

“Like what?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Anything.”

“We can play board games.”

“Do you have Jenga?!” Harry asks excitedly causing me to jump slightly.

I laugh. “Yeah, I think I saw it in the coat closet. Let’s go check.”

We both get up from the bed and head out to the hallway. I go to the coat closet and start searching for Jenga. I find it at the top shelf and I step on the shoe rack to reach it. However, my fingers are a few inches short of the box. Suddenly, a large hand comes out from behind me and grabs the box with ease. I step off of the shoe rack and turn around to see Harry holding the box.

“Got it,” he says innocently. I stick my tongue out at him and grab the box, taking it with me to the living room.

I pour the pieces out and me and Harry start setting it up. I make us some hot chocolate before we sit on the ground facing each other at he coffee table.

“Who’s going to go first?” I ask.

“You can go first since I am quite the gentleman.”

I snort. “How sweet. Thank you.” I take my hand and I’m about to take out a piece when Harry suddenly shouts.

“Wait! We need to make a bet.”

“Holy shit, you scared me.” I rest my hand over my chest and I feel my heart beating rapidly against my chest.

He chuckles. “Sorry.” He grins at me. “Alright, so what’s the deal?”

“If I win, you have to be the one to tell Ed that we’re together. Of course, I’ll still be there with you when we tell him but you’re going to be the one that breaks the news.”

He narrows his eyes at me playfully. “Fine.” His smirk once again makes an appearance on his face. “If I win, you have to let me stay the night every night until Ed gets home.”

My eyes widen at his side of the bet. I mean, I really don’t mind him staying over. I would be more than happy to have him stay here with me so that I’m not alone. But then I get paranoid thinking that Ed might suddenly come home and find us together.

And I know that that will not turn out well.

I really am dealing with quite a dilemma right now.

“Well?” he asks expectantly.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Deal.” I stick my hand out towards him and we shake on it.

He smirks as he gestures for me to take the first move. It’s been a while since I’ve played Jenga. The last time I played was in high school back when me and my parents would have game night.

But I take a confident breath and make the first move.

The game goes on for a while. Both of us seem to be good up until the pieces are starting to become one or two pieces in each stack.

I’m finding an easy block to take out and it’s about halfway out when Harry suddenly yells, causing me to jump and knock the tower down.

The pieces scatter all over the table and some fall down to the ground around us.

Harry is laughing is head off and I’m sitting here frozen at what just happened.

“Harry! You cheated!”

His laughter dies down but a smile is still etched on his face. “I did not!”

“Why did you yell?”

“There was a bug on my leg.” I can see a hint of a smirk on his lips and I glare at him.

“You’re lying. You knew I was going to win.”

“You were not. I was. I just happened to end the game early for your sake.”

I was upset that I lost but not upset enough to be mad at Harry for it. I knew that he did that on purpose and when I think about it, it just made me realize how much he wants to stay the night.

Or maybe…

“You made me lose so that you wouldn’t have to be the one to tell Ed.”

He holds his hand over his heart and dramatically gasps. “I would never. How could you possibly think that?” He shakes his head. “Tsk tsk. That accusation hurts my feelings, Lily.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Whatever. You’re cleaning this up though.”

His face falls but he quickly composes himself and smirks once again. “It’ll be my pleasure. It’s the least I can do since I won.”

“You mean, since you cheated.” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I did not cheat.” He starts to clean up the pieces and put them back in the box. I finish my hot chocolate and bring both mugs in the kitchen and place them in the sink. When I go back to the living room, I see Harry putting the game back on the shelf in the coat closet.

An idea comes to mind and I quickly put on a neutral expression as I walk up to him. “I’ll go get your blanket and pillow and bring it out here.”

He looks at me confusedly. “What do you mean?”

“You’re staying the night, right?”

He nods, his eyebrows still scrunched in confusion.

“Right, so you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

His face falls as he looks over at the couch and then back to me with a frown.

“You didn’t think that you’d be sleeping in my bed, did you?” I attempt to put a sympathetic look on my face.

He seems to grow disappointed as he shakes his head. “No, of course not.”

I hold back the laughter forcing itself out of my mouth so I make my way into the hallway.

“I’ll be right back,” I yell over my shoulder. I quickly go to my room and stand by the doorway. I cover my mouth to hold back my laughter. I decide to let him suffer for a few moments while he thinks that I’m getting a blanket and a pillow.

I let a minute pass by before I cross my arms. “Styles! Get in here, you idiot!”

All I hear is silence until I hear footsteps slowly approaching me. Harry appears in the doorway with an insanely cute, confused look on his face. He looks around, probably looking for the blanket and pillow that he thought I was getting for him.

It seems to dawn on him what I did as I grin appears on his face and he quickly walks over to me before he crouches down and lifts me over his shoulder.

I squeal as he leads me to the bed. “Harry! Put me down!”

And he did just that as he throws me on the bed. He swiftly crawls onto the bed and hovers over me.

“You’re going to pay for that. Do you have any idea how embarrassed and upset I was when you asked me if I thought I was going to be sleeping in your bed?” His face remains serious but I can hear the hint of amusement laced in his voice.

“I don’t know…” I decided that two can play this game. I take my hand and start to trace my fingertips against his chest. “You tell me.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “Stop that. I'm trying to be upset with you.”

I look up at him with the most innocent face I can put together. “Stop what?” I trail my fingers down to his stomach. “This?” I lower it even further until it reaches the bottom of his shirt and I reach my hand under it. I trail my fingers tantalizingly slow against his warm skin, back up to his abdomen. “Or this?”


I can hear his breathing deepen as he stares at me, his pupils slightly dilated. I see them quickly dart to my lips and the second that I take my bottom lip between my teeth, I see lust flash in his eyes before he forcefully comes down and crashes his lips against mine.




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