Ch. 8 Tell The Others
"Why are you two so happy?" Niall asked.
Harry and I looked at each other. "We're together." Harry spoke.
"FINALLY!" Niall shouted. The rest of the boys came in and joined in on the fun. I pecked Harry on his lips. He pulled me to his room and I sat on the bed.
"Wanna watch a movie, babe?" Harry asked. I nodded. "Yeah, what do you have?"
"Frozen, Love Actually, Finding Nemo.." He trailed.
"Frozen!" I shouted. He chuckled and put the movie. Call me crazy, but this felt right. I know, I know, he's put me through a lot, but then again, you can't help who you love. I don't think if have it any other way, to be honest.
He came back in with a bowl of popcorn. He sat on the bed and cuddled with me as the movie began.
"DO YOU WANNA BUILD A SNOWMAN." We shouted at the top of our lungs.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP." Niall shouted back.
I giggled. "Well gees, Mr.GrouchyPants." I sassed.
"I'm not grouchy." He shouted back.
Sure seems like it. I thought. I saw Harry chuckling at me. "What is so funny?" I ask.
"Your face." He says in a joking manner. He sees the pained expression on my face. This brought back memories. Maybe I was ugly? "No, babe, not like that! I was kidding. Your beautiful." He hugged me.
I sent him a soft smile and hugged him back. "You are absolutely amazing. You know that?" He questioned. I kissed him. "So are you."