Curiosity

Chapter 26

There are plenty of times where I've seen myself right in a situation but I've seen it bothers him, and that he didn't like the way I did something, but I didn't respond with "I don't know what you want. I can't please you"

No, I grew a pair and apologized because even though it's a punch to my pride, it makes him happy and really, in the long run I don't remember why I was mad at him. I don't know why it's so hard for him just to do the same.

I just feel like a relationship isn't always about ourselves, I now have to put Harry into account when I do things. Which I don't have a problem with it, because I love him and that how I know. Is that I do things I necessarily wouldn't like to do, but because he likes it, I do.

So why has this argument turned into "reading my mind"

He doesn't have to read my mind to know that it didn't make me happy.

"Okay, I know that wasn't the right thing to say" he admits, "I can tell by your silence"

Finally.

Fucking boy.

"I hear that it bothered you that I stuttered with this girl and the number situation. And I understand. I would feel the same way if you thought twice when a guy gave you his number. In all honesty, I would be fucking livid." He sits for a moment, "just like you are now"

I nod, showing that he's finally making sense and "reading my mind"

"I am sorry that I didn't shut her down immediately. I don't know what was going through my head at that point. I think I was staring at you to be completely honest. I just couldn't get over how cute you looked today"

Okay, that made me smile. I'm not going to lie with that one.

"If I were actually paying attention I would have ripped up that paper and thrown it in her face and then run with you back home. It was not my intention to make you feel this way and I am terribly sorry."

Now was that so hard Harry? I don't think so.

He continues to rub my back and I take a deep breath, I of course forgive him because it was everything I wanted to hear and it didn't feel like I was pulling teeth.

"And I can tell that it kind of hit your soft spot with my past and you thinking you're not good enough," he sighs and I do as well. Only four months together and he knows me better than I know me, "I can understand that. I can, but you need to know that you are too cute and wonderful and perfect for me to want anyone else ever again. Does that sound good to you?"

I let out a light laugh and nod

"Good, now tell me the same" he turns me over and my eyes meet his beautiful little smile, "I want a confidence booster too"

"You're cute and funny and I really like you"

"You only like me?" he smiles

"I really really like you"

"Oh that means so much" he laughs and leans down to give me a kiss, "I feel so much more complete" he places another kiss on my lips, "more and more"

I giggle and push his chest up, "go get your pajamas on, I wanna cuddle" I comment and he smiles

"I'm sorry, did Taylor Swift just give me orders?"

"Yes. Now go"

"Where is my quiet shy girlfriend and what did you do with her?" he runs back over and jumps on the bed, tickling my sides, "Taylor?! Where did you go?"

"You've corrupted her, she's gone" I say through laughs, trying to hold his hands away, "I'm now bossy and needy" I keep laughing and he starts to laugh too, "you've done this to me"

"Well I like it so I can't complain" he laughs and drool falls from his mouth

"Ew! Harry"

He keeps laughing and wipes his mouth, "sorry, you're just so mouthwatering sexy"

"That is the weirdest and most disgusting thing I've ever heard you say. Now get off of me and wipe your mouth"

He keeps laughing into the hallway and across to the bathroom. I wipe the spit off my shirt and head to the kitchen to grab some water before bed. A bag of popcorn catches my eye and I take it off my counter.

Maybe I am hungry since I was too suborn to eat at dinner, and yeah, maybe popcorn sounds amazing right now.

After the semi fight/makeup, I'm not really tired, I really just want to spend all my time with Harry. We don't spend much time together, alone.

I mean, we have spent a lot of time together, but to me it seems like the only time were alone is when we're sleeping or getting ready for school. Niall is always over, or I'm always at work or he goes home and helps with his mum for the day. I just want to lay on the couch and put my legs in between his and watch some casual mind numbing TV.

I don't even need to speak to him, I just need to be held by him. Be kissed on the top of my head by him and share the warmth of our bodies together. It's more than just sleeping, because he's awake and feels me the same way I do him. Whereas when we're sleeping, I feel that only for a few moments before I'm asleep in his arms.

The bag is popping in the microwave when Harry comes out of the bathroom with brushed teeth and his typical shorts for bed.

"Popcorn?" he asks and heads to my fridge, grabbing a water as well

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" I plainly ask and he smiles

"What would you like to watch?"

"I'm not sure, maybe like Grease, ooh ooh! The Breakfast Club" I smile and run to my room, grabbing my DVD case.

"The what?" Harry grabs the popcorn from my microwave and walks over to the living room

"Have you not seen The Breakfast Club?" I say, astonished, he shakes his head, "it's like one of the best movies in the world. What about Sixteen Candles?" I ask and he shakes his head again, "Ducky!?" I yell and he shakes his head again. "You have been so deprived my friend."

"Oh, have I now?"

"Yes Harry, yes you have. If I teach you one thing in your life, it's what a good movie is"

He laughs and sits on the couch, waiting for me to put the DVD in and come sit with him. He puts his arm around me and I put my legs in his, dangling from the couch and the popcorn bowl sits on our laps. He kisses me once and then twice for good measure.

I have to admit, I did not give Harry enough credit for his apology tonight. I was expecting a half assed "I guess I'm sorry" kind of thing just like the way he started. I didn't expect him to make me feel better about myself and I for sure didn't expect for me to accept his apology so quickly.

It's something about Harry though. Maybe it's his smile or his small laugh he does when he doesn't want to laugh too hard but show that he was amused. Or maybe it's the way he pushes his hair back so swiftly with James Dean look he has to him.

Maybe it's his eyes that in no matter what situation, I can find them in. The more I see his soft green emerald eyes, the more comfortable I am with him.

But in reality, I forgave him probably because he said the right thing. He said exactly what I wanted to hear and more. Not only did he surprise me with his words, he made me fall even more in love with him by the way he handled the situation.

It could have gone in flames and it could have ended so badly I would be crying alone right now. But it didn't, because Harry is a man. He knows how to please a women and not bullshit her at the same time.

"Hey, you don't work this weekend, right?" he whispers over the movie and I look up at him, shaking my head, "okay good. Clear your plans because I have a plan for us, okay?"

"Okay" I smile and kiss him once more before watching the rest of the movie.