Take Me As I Am (Completed)

Alternate Ending ~ Harry

"I'm pretty sure that was the first line. Harry Styles' dream girl has to be a great listener." Harry commented. "But then again, I guess you really aren't a good reader either, then."

"Man, I've really learned a lot today." I sighed as I stared outside in concentration. Once we reached Tesco, he rearranged his beanie at least five times. "You look fine. Now let's go."

"I only look fine?" Harry pouted.

"You look bloody fantastic! Can we get Nutella now?" I mocked. We wandered down the aisles before finally locating the chocolatey goodness. Harry made a joke about me leaving him for a jar and I told him in all seriousness that if I could marry Nutella, I'd do it. I promised him he could be the best man, though. He agreed that was a fair agreement. 

"Ho! Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho! I've been trying to do it right-"

Harry and I shared a look as the familiar song came on in the grocery store. Already, a few people had recognized him, but we ignored them as we burst out into song together. "I BELONG WITH YOU, YOU BELONG WITH ME. YOU'RE MY SWEETHEART!" He grabbed my hand and started twirling me around as we danced horribly together. I'd become so comfortable with cameras that when a few bystanders started filming, I simply waved towards their little iPhones. 

That was the best thing about Harry and I's relationship. Never had it been forced, instead it flowed freely; the comfort level between us was absolutely incredible. Despite the constant teasing and nagging, I knew that at the end of the day he'd give me a kiss and tell me how lucky he was. And yeah. He was lucky, because I'm kind of freaking amazing. Together, we were completely unafraid. We could dance in public, such as we were doing now, and not give a darned chicken nugget what everyone around us thought. I knew that tons of videos of us would be plastered all over Twitter in just a few minutes, but having the loser next to me made it worth it. 

He understood me. He wasn't afraid to tell me when I said something a little too sarcastic and mean, and I wasn't afraid to slap him when he was being stupid and popstary. 

"You guys are such a cute couple," a teenage girl sighed once the song ended and the growing audience clapped and laughed. 

"We're not a couple," I told her, "He pays me in Nutella to dance with him in public."

"She cleans my house too," Harry inputed with a small smirk as he slung his arm around my shoulder. My hand automatically went up to knock it away from me.

"It's a complicated relationship." I finished as we shared a smile. 

I'm sure we confused more than half of the people there, but hey, Harry never made sense - even before I was in the picture. So really, mixing me in, the confusion level of humans went sky-high. That's what made it fun. 

"Hey, Al!" Harry said loudly as we were walking out of the Tescos, the Nutella in my hand. I turned to look at him and he quickly kissed me. Lips pressed to mine and I could feel his freaking smirk. 

Immediately, I pushed away from him with a dirty look. "You're horrible."

"Horribly adorable!" He cocked his head to the side while grinning like a cheshire cat. 

I'm sure everyone thought we were enemies when they first met us. With the constant bickering, it sure seemed like it. But in all honesty, there wasn't a moment where I regretted being with him. Even when he does the stupidest things (such as kiss me in front of other peoples, the bugger) I forgave him easily. Something about that puppy dog face.

I think it was the curls.

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cutecutecutecutecayoooot. Liam's is next! I'll post it on Friday or Saturday :)