"Don't you wanna take me up in the clouds, pretend that I'm the one and you can show me about?"
I woke up the next morning to the sound of my phone buzzing. I didn't even open my eyes to check who was calling before I answered;
"Hello?" I muttered groggily.
"Isabelle." It was Zara.
"What?" I whined, opening one eye and looking at the clock sitting on the bedside table. It was 9:30am.
"Hang on.." I was put on hold for a few moments before Zara's voice returned, "Alright, you both there?"
"Yep." Cassie's voice said from the other end of the phone.
"Great. Now, Izi, what's this about you and Louis?" Zara questioned.
"What are you talking about?"
"Are you serious? There are pictures of you two everywhere!" Cassie chimed in. My mind darted back to the two of us leaving the hospital the night before.
"Listen to this.." Zara started, "Louis Tomlinson seen holding hands with mystery girl just months after break up with Eleanor." I laughed to myself, knowing just how untrue that rumor was.
"Literally, nothing is going on," I started, "he pulled me through the crowd of paparazzi outside the hospital and then drove me home."
"Why were you at the hospital?" I explained the story to them, leaving out the part about Harry and I almost kissing. I tuned out the sound of them talking as I put them on speaker and checked my texts. I read one from Louis first;
We're dating!! Harry won't be too impressed! ;)
I smiled to myself as I typed my reply to him;
Uh oh! Better keep it a secret!
I told Cass and Zara I had to go and I hung up. Instantly I went into contacts and called Harry. It rung a few times before he answered;
"Iz. You alright?" He sounded tired.
"I'm good. How are you? Are you at home?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. Got home about fifteen minutes ago. Mum is here."
"That's cute." I replied. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened at the hospital yesterday. I wanted to kiss him so badly.. I wanted him to put his hands in my hair and smile into my lips. Louis' words kept resonating through my brain;
"He needs time to have you as his friend."
I knew he was right. Harry had been through a lot, even just in the past few days. Our relationship would be toxic, neither of us needed that. I shook myself from my thoughts as he spoke again:
"Come take care of me? Mum's leaving in an hour or so.." I could almost hear him pouting on the other end of the line.
"Yeah, I'll be there soon."
"Alright, bye babe." Babe. He called me babe. A tingle ran through my entire body as my face flushed. Thank god he couldn't see me.
"Bye." I said, trying to regulate my breathing. He hung up and I leapt out of bed to get ready.
About 45 minutes later the taxi pulled up outside Harry's house. There was an unfamiliar car in the driveway which I assumed was Anne's. I rung the doorbell and waited to be let in. When Harry opened the door he was wearing a Greenbay Packers hoodie and grey tracksuit pants, his feet clad only with white socks. He smiled lazily at me. It was a very different look from the shirts and skinny jeans that I normally saw him in. I realized I'd been staring at him and took a step into the house and wrapped him in a hug, standing on my tip toes to reach around his neck. His arms snaked around my waist and held me tight, I was enjoying how cosy and warm he felt before he pulled away.
"Come in," he muttered, running a hand through his mess of long curls, "watching re runs of friends." He stepped aside to let me into his house and I rounded the corner to find Anne in the kitchen.
"Izi, how are you?" She smiled warmly at me.
"I'm good thanks, and you?" Before she could answer Harry came up behind me;
"Don't be fooled mum, she's not normally this polite." I shook my head at him and smiled, turning back to Anne who had a grin plastered on her face.
"Well," she started, "I was just about to head home. Are you sure you can take care of him?" I nodded at her and gave her a genuine smile.
"Mum," Harry whined, "I'm fine, really." He walked around the kitchen counter and wrapped her in a hug, turning to look at me and rolling his eyes.
"Alright, alright I'm going! See you soon baby." She placed a kiss on Harry's cheek before coming and giving me a quick hug. The front door clicked shut and we were left in a comfortable silence. Harry pushed past me into the living room, purposely bumping into my shoulder and then smirking at me. I followed him into the other room and plopped down onto the couch. He put his feet up on my lap and un-muted the TV.
"The boys are coming round soon. Seems like everyone needs to check up on me!" He gave a forced smile.
"Just let people take care of you, don't be so stubborn." He frowned at my words and pouted. I shook my head and focused on the TV again. We watched in a happy silence for a while before he spoke;
"Phoebe is the funniest." My head shot in his direction.
"You're insane. Chandler is clearly the best." His head turned to me slowly and he had a look of slight disgust on his face.
"What? No. Chandler is stupid."
"You're stupid!" I yelled, suddenly very defensive of my favorite character. He raised his eyebrows at me removed his legs from my lap. My eyes went wide as he lunged at me, tackling me backwards onto the couch, proceeding to start tickling me.
"HARRY! STOP! I'M SORRY!" I screeched through my laughter. My top had ridden up around my waist and he was tickling my sides.
"Who's the greatest person in the world and also the most devilishly handsome?" I paused for a moment before giving him my response;
"Chandler." He attacked me again, pinning my body down and reaching under my arms. I squealed again, tears falling from my eyes from laughing so hard.
"OKAY YOU. YOU ARE THE GREATEST! FUCK STOPPPPPPP!" He halted his movements and leaned down to my face;
"That's better." He flashed me his trademark smile and moved his hand to push aside a stray piece of my hair that had fallen during our war. Both our breathing was heavy as we tried to calm down. I subconsciously bit my lip as my eyes fell from his, down to his lips. I felt his breathing pick up a bit as he leaned in slowly, his nose brushing against mine as our lips nearly touched..
The sound of the doorbell startled both of us, causing Harry to topple onto the floor. He stood up in a hurry and went to answer the door. I heard the voices of the other boys as Harry lead them inside. I ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to tame it and then dropped my face into my hands. Why was this happening?
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Drunk; A Harry Styles Fan FictionFanfiction
"Who are you?" "I'm Izi." "Why are you here?" "Because. Do you need help?" "I don't need anyone's fucking help." ~~ WARNING: Strong language, sex, drug use. NSFW, MA15+