The brightness of his phone screen lit up his angelic face as his green orbs hiked down the screen, scrolling through what seemed to be his twitter feed. "What're you still doing up?" I ask Harry and he shrugs, turning toward me.
"I could be asking you the same thing," He retorts, smiling lightly. I roll my eyes, curling into his chest and just as I'm about to nod off, he says, "You're hot when you're angry, you know?"
I can't help but raise my eyebrow, amused yet slightly blushy. "Oh am I?" I wonder and Harry nods, not missing a beat.
"The way you had your hands on your hips, bangs falling into your face," He shuts his eyes, visualizing and I start to laugh softly into his chest. "What?" He asks, confused.
"Is the famous Harry Styles unbelievably horny?" I ask and when I look up at him, I find him blushing. "Oh my god, this is gold," I tease, poking his chest lightly.
"It's not my fault." He groans. "You make me terribly hard and you don't even try," I feel a blush rise on my cheeks and I hide my face in my hands, not wanting to face my boyfriend. Was that what Harry and I were? He never officially asked me out but he kissed me. That had to mean something, right?
"So am I a seductress?" I find myself asking, forcing a smirk and he rolls his eyes with a nod before kissing me quickly. I had never had the power to make anyone horny, much less a universal pop star yet, here I was, doing just that. "Cuddle with me," I say and it comes out like an order, making him chuckle before he wraps his arms around me.
"Why do I seem to be putty in your hands?" He asks, more to himself than to me. I simply shrug my shoulders, already knowing the question was rhetorical. "So I was thinking about your story and I was thinking that..." He then goes on to list ideas he had scattered throughout his brain which makes me smile lightly yet I press my index finger over his lips.
"There's only one chapter left, babe," I tell him quietly through the darkness yet I could already visualize his eyes widening, jaw slack.
"But--" He stammers with surprise.
"I didn't want to tell you because I figured... I don't know... You wouldn't like the ending," I mumble quietly, the words sounding foolish even ringing in my own ears. When he asks me to tell him anyway, I do only to have him kiss me lightly, soft smile playing on his lips. "So, are you disappointed?" I question uncertainly.
"I could never be disappointed with you, JamieLamie,"
"Hey, come on, get up. You lazy arses can't sleep in all day. It's already 1:15," Niall scolds us, swinging the door open and flipping on the light.
"Mm," I moan, pulling the pillow under my head. Harry uses the same one for cover, his curls tickling my face, the soft scent of peaches from his shampoo tingling my senses and I knew now, I would never be able to sleep. "C'mon babe, lets get up," I whisper, ripping the pillow off our heads and throwing it at Niall. I snap my eyes open just before the pillow whacks him in the chin and the blonde boy shoots me a glare. "C'mon," I repeat, tugging on his hand and he sighs with defeat, already knowing I wouldn't give up.
"How bad is it today?" He asks me suddenly and my eyebrows crinkle with confusion. "You know, the sadness," Harry continues, grabbing ahold of my hand as the two of us walk down the hallway.
"Seven," I tell him. "Maybe an eight," I admit and he pulls me into a hug. I take in the sharp scent of his body spray completely different from his sweet shampoo. I shake it off, wrapping my arms around him as well, face pressed into his chest. "Why do you have to be so tall?" I ask him miserably, knowing he would chuckle when he realized that I had to in fact look up at him.
"Why do you have to be so short?" He counters with a raised eyebrow and I whack him in the chest before strutting into the kitchen.
"Hey boys," I mumble, collapsing into one of the kitchen chairs, cupping my face in my hand.
"There's only one chapter left in JamieLamie's story!" Harry screeches with desperation, making me groan.
"What?" Louis gasps, eyes wide, just as Harry's had been.
"I hate you, Hazza," I admit fakely before he pulls me in for a kiss which I can't refuse. When I look up, I find Liam rolling his eyes jokingly as he flips pancakes in the pan. "Pancakes?" I ask with surprise and Liam nods before a sense of nostalgia runs over me. Just like the pancakes my dad made after my mother left.
I shake these thoughts away and grab ahold of Harry's hand, giving it a light squeeze to assure him I was fine. When would the lies stop? I stare down at the table in front of me, my warm index finger colliding with the cool speckled marble. Liam evenly distributes the food and Niall digs into his almost immediately. I tend to pick at mine with a crinkled nose and when Harry bonks my elbow, looking confused, I say, "My dad makes pancakes whenever my mom leaves," Liam shoots me a sympathetic glance and I shake my head, forcing myself to shove a piece of pancake into my mouth. "S'good," I tell him quickly. "Better than the burnt ones my dad made back home,"
Harry lays a kiss on my temple, not sure what to do next and when I tell them all that I was fine, I hoped they believed me because I was tired of worrying them. "So we have another shoot today. Do you want to come with, Jai?" Niall asks with a hopeful smile.
I hold back for a moment, thinking over my options. I could come and risk the wrath of the boys' manager, Jodie with another possibility of her hurting me or I could stay at home and purposely injure myself. "Sure, I'll come," I tell them and all five of them burst into smiles, early chomping at their food, wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible. "So how much of the video have you gotten done?" I ask questionably, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.
"Most of it, actually," Zayn says and sounds saddened and I feel my whole mood suddenly damper. What would I do when they were gone? Go to Uni when my letters came, either making or breaking my dreams? But what about my friendship with them? My relationship with Harry?
I force this into the darkest corner of my mind, not wanting to deal with it until it was time to cross that bridge and Harry clasps his hand around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest, knowing what exactly was scrolling through my thoughts. "It'll be fine, right?" I ask hesitantly and Harry nods, planting a kiss on the top of my head. "Everything'll be fine," I mutter to myself right as the car stops and we're in front of the building where everything was being shot.
"What're you going to do while we're gone?" Louis asks as I take a seat in one of the first chairs I see.
"Probably talk to Lou," I tell him honestly. Lou was the one person here apart from the boys that I trusted. She was here for me when I had an anxiety attack and I'm sure she missed my presence. The boys are then pulled apart, getting pulled into dressing rooms and getting made up. "Hey Lou," I say when I find her walking my way.
"Jamie, it's been a while," She tells me with a smile although it hadn't been. It had only been what, a week? Maybe two?
"It has," I agree nonetheless and I smile back at her, careful to keep my sleeves covering my wrists. If Lou saw what I had done, she would surely flip. And then what? "So how're you?" I find myself asking her.
"I'm good," She tells me as she fluffs her hair in the mirror behind me. "How're you, dear?"
"Good. Harry and I uh--kissed," I tell her awkwardly, staring down at my shoes when I feel a blush make it's way onto my cheeks. Lou squeals at my side and slaps my arm lightly and I press on a smile. "Yeah, that was my reaction," I admit with a laugh.
Her smile only widens when she looks past me and when I turn around, I find Harry standing there in his Marcel getup, making me smile as well. "Hey, babe," I whisper and he pecks me on the lips quickly. I suddenly have the urge to run my fingers through his overly styled hair but hold back.
That'd have to wait until later.
Hey guys. I feel like it's been forever since I've updated and for that I'm sorry. Forgive me? Also, this chapter was a piece of shit so I'm sorry for that as well. Hopefully you guys didn't find it to be that bad. Ily and will talk to you next chapter, my lovelies.