Forever In My Heart |HS|

Chapter 19

Wow, extra much.

"What are we having?" I asked from my spot and on the counter. First, dinner was Harry's idea. Plus, he'd insisted on making me his special. I rolled my eyes when he ignored me, resorting to simply watching the boy move around swiftly around the kitchen, as if it were his own house.

It made me so happy to know Harry was comfortable around me enough to not even mind me seeing him in a towel. The thought had a smile pulling at my face, and I was thankful Harry had his back to me. He was showing me a side of him that only a few of us who were privileged got to see.

I licked my lips, watching him grind lightly to the song blasting through his earphones. God, he was a horrible dancer. But he didn't seem bad with the hip movement, I could work with that. I'd be more than glad to.

He hummed quietly to the music, eventually coming to set the meal before me. My eyes widened at the beauty.

"Wow,"

"You like it?" He asked with wide eyes.

"I haven't even tasted it," I chuckled. I took a bite, savoring the taste in my mouth because wow, Harry was great at this.

"You l-like it?"

"It's pretty good," I murmured with a hand over my mouth,"What even is it?" I asked, noticing cheese somewhere in the mix. My eyes  widened when Harry mentioned some French stuff that I couldn't even repeat. Okay, whatever.

"You'll teach me how to make this sometime, yes?"

Harry blushed, his teeth over his lip lightly as he whispered,"S-sure, Amelia."

He came to the table, placing his food in front of him. I just watched him. Watched him glance around awkwardly, lick his lips, blow on the hot food, eat.

Literally everything.

"Why is it so quiet?" Harry mumbled, pressing pause on his phone.

"You had earphones in, so I didn't want to disturb or anything. Besides, it wasn't like awkward silence, it's comfortable silence."

"Yeah?" He snorted,"I think comfortable silence is overrated." He breathed, putting his phone aside as we talked. We talked about everything, and nothing. And I simply loved how easy conversation was with Harry.

After doing the dishes, we decided to watch a movie before we'd head up to bed.

"You're sleeping over, right?" I asked, not even trying to hide the hope in my voice.

"I should be."

"Great," I whispered, placing my head on his lap as we watched the movie he'd chosen. He sat up, while I lay back against him, and I sighed at the feeling of Harry's fingers running through my hair.

"Is t-this okay?" He asked in a quiet voice.

I grabbed his hand, bringing it to my lips to press a quick kiss to his knuckles,"Of course, Harry."

He smiled a little, and then his attention was back on the tv. I felt so much for Harry, yet I knew so little about him. He was so attractive, so intriguing. He drew me in, drowned me in his beauty, and now I was too deep to even want out.

He giggled quietly, glancing down at me and blushing when he noticed I'd been staring at him. The movie was forgotten to me, how could it possibly not be with Harry Styles over me. How could I possibly focus on anything else?

The movie dragged on, and I barely watched ten minutes of it. Harry, however, seemed to have enjoyed every split second.

"We're going to bed, now?" I rolled my eyes, after I'd finished all my assignments which Harry had made me do. They weren't even due tomorrow.

Harry smiled at my grumpiness,"Yeah. We should." He said quietly.

"Finally. I'm just gonna go lock up, okay?"

I went downstairs, and just as I shut the door, I noticed a black van directly opposite the road. The glass was rolled up and tinted, but there was a faint structure visible. Huh.

I made my way back up the stairs after I'd locked the place up, getting into the bed and looking expectantly at a standing Harry in boxers. He stood at the edge of the bed, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

The sight made me smile and I whispered,"Come to bed, baby." It made me think of what life would be like if Harry and I were married. Oh God, that'd be beautiful.

Harry sighed softly, crawling up the bed and pushing himself under the covers. He immediately turned to me, eyes trained on my face as he examined my features.

I smiled and did same, fingers even tracing lightly over his facial structures. His eyes shut, and he let out a long, slow breath.

"Goodnight, Amelia." He whispered ever so softly. I bit my lip, pressing my lips lightly to his forehead. Goodnight Harry.

"Goodnight, my beautiful angel."