The Girl Underneath The Mistletoe ~Harry Styles love story~

What A Perfect Day. Yeah, Scratch Out Perfect ~Harry Styles love story~

Okay baby-carrots I am having SUCH a difficult two weeks. I  like somebody a lot... but the thing is two guys are confusing me. This guy who flirts with me a lot in my grade and this guy who stares at me a lot but never talks to me. I seriously need boy help , like now!! My heart warms thinking of them so I didn't know how to write. Also, I have been super-duper busy with school work and Christmas and all of that. Also, please comment and vote and fan and spread the word about this story. Love you all so much, but if anyone wants to help me with BOY TALK! PLEASE, PLEASE pm me!

Anywho! I am so sorry for not uploading sooner, I am so friggin busy with all this shopping for family members and now it is Christmas ! I haven't lost interest in this story I am just so tired... I am sorry though but here is the new chapter.

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Harry 17 years of age 

He wanted to surprise her. Make her feel special. Make her understand he only loves her. Harry understood that Summer would get insecure because of all of the girls that craved Harry's attention. But she needed to know, he LOVED her. More then anything, and as soon as they turned eighteen they would move in together.

Harry planned a candle-light dinner at the most expensive and most romantic resturaunt in LA. He was proud of himself, making the plans himself. He knew Summer was going to love it.

Harry shot up from bed, remembering how important this day was. He instantly hopped in the shower, washing his hair, body and face. His face felt a bit bumpy, but he shook it off. At the moment all he could think about was taking Summer out for the time of her life.

Harry hopped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist while wiping the fog off of the mirror. As soon as he saw his face, he screamed. "HOLY FUCK! LOUIS! NIALL! ZAYN! LIAM! PAUL! SPOON! GRAN! ANYBODY! FUCK!!!!!!" Harry was pacing back and forth with his towel wrapped around him as all of his bandmates bursted through the door. 

"What happened?!" They chorused worriedly as they gave Harry worried looks.

"MY FACE! AGH! Never mind! Can somebody get me my tux? Louis you washed it right?" Louis uncertainly stared at Harry as Harry groaned. 

"Well...I tried... but some bleach spilt...onto the tux and..I am sorry Harry" Harry cut him off, trying to keep calm. He felt sick and stressed. He now looked ugly and had nothing to wear.

"It's fine Lou. You guys can go, sorry about freaking out.." Harry said stressfully. As they left, Harry's phone rang 'Isn't She Lovely'. That was Paul's ringtone, he rarely calls. Something must be up.

"Shit!" Harry cursed before answering the phone with a depressed "Hello." 

"Hey Harold, well apparently Taylor Swift is making accusations that you two slept together and then  you never called her or some shit. Now I don't really give a fuck because we both know this will blow over, but you may want to talk to your girlfriend....who is pretty up to date with her shit. I mean seriously, she should be like a newsperson." Harry groaned, pissed off at this guy-obsessed, bottle-blonde, slut. (A:N I do not actually think these things)

"Alright, thanks Paul. " Harry said stressfully once again, as he ran his fingers through his curly locks. He ended the call , before angrily throwing the phone on his bed. He wasn't even dressed yet!!! Harry needed to find something else to do for Summer, before she found out. 

But before he did that, he needed to find clothing attire. Harry slipped on a casual sea-blue V neck, with dark navy blue slightly-baggy jeans, with black converse. 

'Maybe if I dress casual and calm, I can THINK casual and calm. All of this bull shit HAD to happen today!!' Harry thought angrily to himself. Harry glanced at his phone as he realized, he may need to clear things up with Summer, before she jumped to conclusions.

Harry grabbed his phone dialing Summer's number, that he recited by heart. Five rings the phone call went, but nobody ever answered.

Harry cursed under his breath as he started a voicemail to Summer. "Hey.. baby. Before you read or believe anything online please talk to me or come see me. I need you right now, not really having a good day and I don't want anything to ruin our relationship because of current rumors. Okay well I love you so much baby. Call me...or see me...or whatever. Contact me. I love you" Harry desperately said through the piece of plastic that managed to ruin 2/3 of his life so far. Internet and media. 

Harry spent hours trying to call Summer, text Summer, he prayed that Summer would be here...but no luck. 

"I just need a Christmas miracle right now god." Harry said swiftly (A:N haha see what I did there?) as his eyes drooped and his nose stuffed up. Harry was tired and beat-down with stress and worry.

Harry started feeling dizzy so he decided to sit down and take deep breaths, which caused him to fall to a deep sleep, which his body longed for. 

Hours later Harry was woken by somebody shaking him, Harry's eyes opened to see Summer...

Summer 17 years of age

Summer chuckled at the texts she finally recieved from Harry as she got her phone from in between her coach. Stupid Summer lost here phone for a day and didn't even realized it. But she knew it wasn't true. Harry was faithful and with her at the time when Harry 'supposedly slept with Taylor' , she laughed at rumors now. Never believe something about a celebrity until he/she confirms it. That is what Summer believed and vowed to herself as soon as she started getting serious with Harry. Believing rumors would get their own relationship put in jeopardy. 

Niall called Summer saying Harry was passed out, worried and sick all about her and she immediately dropped what she was doing and went to their flat with soup, a blanket, movies, and tons of water and gatorade. 

Summer was let in immediately as Niall let her into Harry's room. She saw her boyfriend, laying peacefully on the bed, Summer chuckled as Harry snored softly. She went over to him and decided that he needed to eat and drink fluids. Summer shook Harry for a good five minutes and finally he woke up. Harry stared shockingly into Summer's eyes, probably wondering why Summer was so calm.

Summer chuckled at his face and just shook her head " I don't believe in rumors babe." Harry smiled weakly as Summer smiled at him. Harry suddenly realized something. 

"CRAP! Summer I was supposed to surprise you with a date! Oh damn! I am so sorry!Let me just get ready quickly!!" Harry muttered curses at himself as he tried getting up. Summer smacked him lightly. forcing him back down.

"Your not going anywhere and neither am I. We are going to have our 'special date' right here,watching some movies and TV shows and eating homemade chicken soup, while you drink up. No, not that type of drink, sorry babe we aren't 21 yet!" Summer said as Harry smiled at her. Summer plopped in a movie, as she set the container of soup for Harry on his bedside table, with bowls and spoons that Niall graciously brought, smart ass leprechaun. 

As Summer poured the soup out for both of them, Summer went over to Harry's bed and laid down beside him, snuggling carefully in his chest, making sure not to spill the soup. "I love you princess" Harry said to her as he slurped the hot chicken-noodle soup.

"I love you too Haz." 

"Forever and Always Princess."

"HEY THAT'S A TAYLOR SWIFT SONG! MAYBE YOU DID SLEEP WITH HER!" Summer yelled jokingly as Harry chuckled lightly. 

"What am I going to do with you?" Harry asked, more to himself than to Summer. He thought of many things....

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DONEE! THIS IS MY CHRISTMAS GIFT TO MY FANS! I LOVE YOU ALL SOOOO SOOO MUCH!! MERRY CHRISTMAS! COMMENT WHAT YOU GOTT!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH! HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER, IF NOT SORRY! I didn't proofread , my laptop is dying and it is bad! SOOOO

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thank you baby-carrots