VALERIE

Chapter 21.3: Devious Love Birds

“Aww… Little sweet Harry Styles is jealous.” I tease him like he always does when I am the one who’s actually jealous when he’s around girls.

“No, of course not!” He defends himself, clutching his arms upon his chest, like it’s going to save him. Well now, I can really tell that he’s jealous.

“Yes, you are…” I coo, drawing closer next to him and I gently rub his arm. I lean in closer to his face, closing the distance between us and I grin at him flirtatiously. “Come on, Harry boo… Admit it, you’re jealous, right? You must be…” I practically say those words softly and slowly to his ear, obviously sending shivers down his spine. I’ve never seen him more intimidated like this. When he does, he would actually regain his composure immediately and reverse the situation. This time, I got the upper hand, oh Harry.

“Stop it, Valerie!” He chides me, swatting my fingers away from him. Ouch.

I just chuckle, “What? Didn’t the oyster take effect yet?” I ask him playfully, “Or are you controlling yourself?”

“Stop. Just stop.” He demands and quickly leaves me from the couch and I trail his course to our bedroom. I follow him shortly after he closes the door angrily. He’s really jealous.

The door slowly creaks open and I peek at him. He’s already lying sideways in the bed, turning his back on me. I walk in tiptoes and slowly get on the bed with him. I slide inside the duvet that we share, and mischievously scoot closer to him. He doesn’t move, but I sure as heck know that he’s not yet asleep.

I quickly tangled my body with him, my legs on top of his hip and my arm wraps across his body, as I squeeze him against me; the side of my face presses against his back comfortably.

“What the fu-, Valerie, what are you doing?!” He practically yells at me, trying to release his self from being jailed by me.

“What? You don’t like it?” I laugh at his surprised state as he wriggles both our body, I don’t let go.

“Valerie…” He starts with a whiney tone.

“Fine!” I huff and let go of him, acting angry. I clutch my arms on top of my stomach and glare at the ceiling.

He then turns to me and look at me with a sorry face, he’s really buying it. I laugh internally.

“Sorry, Val…” And now, the table has turned.

I do not respond and still glare at the ceiling. Seconds later, I decide to turn my back at him, seeming angry still. I hear him sigh and move at the bed. And then I feel the warmth against my body as I feel the weight of his arm wraps around my waist. He nuzzles his face at the back of my shoulder and whisper, “I’m sorry… Yeah, I think I’m jealous.”

I know he notice me smile at his confession when he snickers behind me, squeezing me more against his firm body. I do not move and I let him close his eyes and relax next to me.

Then I realize that I never want to put a big pillow in between us ever again. I love the way his body feels against me. I feel secured and protected just by his tight embrace and I never want him to let go of me, like ever.

“Harry?” I whisper and glimpse at him through the corner of my eye.

“Hmm?” He hums, acknowledging my voice. He feels comfortable with me, and not surprisingly, I as well am comfortable with him.

“I wonder how it feels to sleep in your tour bus. You practically live there during your tours, right?” I tell him tenderly.

I feel him open his eyes and I am disappointed when his arms alight from my waist, his body not anymore closer to me. Ugh!