9: Up All Night
I cuddled with Harry for about a few more hours until the sun started to set. During that time, my brain was screaming at me to escape his arms but, my heart begged me to stay. It begged me to stay with him for as long as I could or, until I could not handle it anymore. Truth is, I could handle it. I didn’t want him to let go, as weird as it sounds. He changed me in a heartbeat from a girl who hates life and everyone in it to a girl who a girl who thinks this might be okay, everything might be okay. Harry and I used to fight, then we’d make up, and then fight again. That reminded me of a song Amy showed me by the boys. She was a fan of their music. I’m not going to lie; they’re all great at singing.
“We’ve got a bit of love hate, You take me to the edge when you hit the brakes, I say it’s over one day then I’m crawling back begging you to stay, We break-up and we make-up all the time…”
Harry grabs my hand as we walk back, giving it squeeze and pushing the corn out of the way for me. What a gentleman. It’s taking a while to get back. I sigh.
“I can’t believe you chose a corn field. We could be lost you know.” I say.
“Hey, cut me some slack. I couldn’t run down the street because I’d look like an idiot, I couldn’t hide at the skate park because you’d have all your skating friends’ help so, I took the way where it be hard for y-,” I hold my hand up.
“Two things. One, you’d look like an idiot running away from me anywhere you were, there’s no excuse. Two, You talk way too much.” I state and let go of his hand when I see the roof of my new house. Sprinting, I push the corn out of my way and look ahead of me, the house getting closer and closer the faster I go. I haven’t ran like this since well, ever. The wind blowing my hair back felt amazing. I felt so powerful running so fast. I burst through the door and I crash into Amy.
“Holy shit, girl! What are you running from?” she asks, steadying herself.
“Nothing. I’m running for the hell of it.” I answer proudly, lifting my chin.
“In a skirt? Girl, you must be cray cray…” I laugh at her form of slang she uses and Harry rushes in.
“Thanks for leaving me, love.” He says sarcastically. Amy raises and eyebrow.
“Love?” she chirps and hits my arm while wiggling her eyebrows. “Someone’s got a love, eh?” I roll my eyes and ask where everyone was. She points downstairs.
“Video games. Nerds.” She scoffs and heads downstairs and I start to follow her but, Harry stops me. I roll my eyes again, only to be pulled into him as he wraps an arm around my waist. His face was inches from mine. I could feel his warm breath on my lips and his curls falling onto my forehead as we both start to lean in. His soft, pink lips brushed mine then-
“What the bloody hell are you two doing?” We jump apart from each other and see Zayn staring at us from the bottom of the stairs. Shit. Harry rubs the back of his neck and looks down at the ground, leaving me to answer him. Thanks Harry. I start to stutter. “Well? We’re having a video game tournament downstairs! Harry, why aren’t you down there? You’re on my team!” I sigh of relief. If Zayn saw us leaning in, he’d freak. Wait, we were about to kiss? I wasn’t stopping myself either. That’s what really confuses me. Zayn brushes past me and heads downstairs yelling “Vas Happinin’!” and disappears. I turn back to Harry, the curly haired boy still staring at the stairs with wide eyes. I wave a hand in front of his face slowly.
“Harry? Earth to Harry Styles!” I call and he looks at me smiling.
“Wow, that was close.” He whispers and I giggle.
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Unpredictable-One Direction FanficTeen Fiction
Samantha's life is going downhill. Her father is gone, her mother is going through her fourth divorce, her best friend is suicidal due to bullying and now she has to go live with her long-hated cousin, who just happens to be in the popular boy band...