Harry and I take a shower and end up spending the day in bed. We watch movies and make frozen pizza. Harry picks "Fight Club," while I decide on something a little more romantic. He gives me a groan when I pull out "The Notebook" and about halfway through he falls asleep on my chest. In all honesty it's a pretty comfortable day. I almost finish my French essay, I even get Harry to begin his though it takes me a few pleas. Ash had called back a few hours ago and told me the party was going to be at 7 o'clock and it's about five now so I decide on getting up and picking an outfit. Harry groans as I remove my body from under his and he shifts to his side, gripping a pillow in his arms.
I grab my bag and pull out a pair of tight fitting black jeans and my FSU sweatshirt. Ash did say it was just going to be a casual party so I assume what I've picked should be fine.
I pull my shorts down and slide up my jeans, placing my sweatshirt on over my tank top. Harry stirs on the bed and I pull out my straightening iron.
"What are you doing?" he mutters groggily.
"Getting ready for tonight." I reply, taking a seat on the floor in front of a mirror by Harry's bathroom.
"Fuck that's right." he groans, sitting up and tossing his hair about.
I brush out my hair and take a long piece between my fingers, running the hot iron down my brown curls. They instantly straighten down and Harry gives me a confused glance.
"Why are you straightening your hair?" he asks.
"Because it looks nicer this way."
He pouts and turns to his dresser.
"Well I think it looks better natural." he mumbles.
I blush a little and keep straightening my hair until it flows down my back, touching about halfway down my butt. Harry grabs a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt out of his drawer and turns to me before stripping down and changing. I can't help but sneak a few peaks in the mirror and each time he catches me he grins and I instantly turn red.
"You look comfortable." he mumbles to me and I stand up, wrapping up the cord on my flat iron.
"You're in all black." I smirk at him and he furrows his brows.
"And?"
"I like it." I add and his cheeks turn a tad pink and he looks away.
"Thanks." he says and I kiss him on the neck before grabbing my Vans.
He puts on his white converse and grabs his phone.
"Ready?" I say, placing my cell into my pocket and he shoots me a confused glance.
"Uh, isn't it a bit early?"
"Ash won't mind." I reply.
"Yeah but I do." Harry groans, placing his phone into his back pocket.
"Please?" I beg.
"Bollocks, how many times do you plan on fucking begging me today?"
I give him a puppy dog face and his kisses me on the nose before walking to the bathroom.
"So can we go?" I ask and he shuts the door.
"Harry." I moan and hear him turn on the water for the sink.
I slump down onto the bed and text Ash.
*Is anyone there yet?* Send.
About a minute later I receive a reply.
*Just Matty, Niall, Ley, and I. Plus Gaby and Lou since it's their flat. You can come now if you'd like?*
I lock my phone and knock on the bathroom door.
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Far From Home (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
Fanfiction"The past is the past and that's what it will always be, okay?" I say and he grabs me once again. This time he takes force, placing soft kisses to my neck and then finally my lips. His curls ruffle against my skin and I kiss him back and he moans a...
