*Charli POV*
After another hour full of laughing fits, some to the point where I was gasping for air, the movie had ended.
I looked down to see where Harry had put the remote, and realized that at some point, I had brought my hand to Harry's head and was running my fingers through his hair. My body tensed up at realization, and I quickly pulled my hand away.
A soft hum left his mouth, "Why'd you stop?"
My eyes widened in shock when he spoke. I froze, not knowing what to say. I could feel his stare on me, and I dared myself not to look down.
"Charli?"
"I didn't realize I was doing it, sorry," I mumbled and reached for the remote, flipping through the menu and landing on 21 & Over. I haven't seen it in a while, and I had the sudden urge to watch it.
I dropped the remote on the bed, and folded my hands in my lap. His hand came up and took mine; bringing it back to his head, "Continue."
"What?"
"Please?" I felt his stare on me again, so I looked down. His eyes were pleading, and he jutted out his lower lip.
I shook my head and resumed my motions from before, gently running my fingers through his hair, watching as he sighed and closed his eyes.
I looked up at the screen to realize I'd missed the beginning. The guys were already at the bar, and Jeff Chang had just thrown a dart at Randy.
I could feel my eyes getting heavy when the buffalo went crazy at the bonfire, so I grabbed the remote and set a shut off timer for a half hour. I put the remote on the side table, and adjusted myself to be lying down on my stomach.
I turned my head to face Harry, seeing a smile on his lips. I couldn't help but smile back.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"I- uh. Shit. Sorry."
"It's because I'm so good looking, isn't it?" he laughed into the pillow.
"Yeah- what? No. You were smiling, I was just curious."
"Did you just say yeah?" he asked, peeking at me through one eye.
I buried my face in the pillow to cover the blush that was appearing. It was probably after four in the morning, and it was still dark out; but with the light from the TV, he could still be able to see it.
"You did! You think I'm hot!"
"You're crazy. I never said that, Harold."
"You didn't need to," he reached over and poked my side, causing a round of giggles to leave me.
"Harold, stop!"
"You know that that's not really my name, right?"
"Yeah. I just like to bug you with it," I said as I peeked over the pillow, seeing that he had turned his face away from me.
He rolled onto his side facing away from me, and I couldn't help but feel a little bit sad. So I slowly and gently inched my way towards him, stopping just a few inches away.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice full of curiosity.
I shrugged and wrapped an arm around his waist, holding on to one of his hands, "Sometimes I like to be big spoon."
He let out a quick laugh and laced our fingers together, "Sometimes I like to be little spoon."
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I won't lie.
I woke up at one point crying. It sucked, because I thought I would be over this by now. But in reality, it had only been one day since I broke up with him.
Harry squeezed my hand with his, and rubbed my arm with his other. He hushed me, whispering soothing things to me.
"Charli, you're strong. You can get through this," he whispered. "I'll be here the entire time. Well, unless I have to work."
I laughed through the small amount of tears that were left, "You are such a dork."
"Probably," he let out a loud sigh and let go of my hand. "I have to pee, I'll be right back."
I nodded and rolled over, letting him get out of the bed. I closed my eyes and willed sleep to take back over.
I'm sick of crying, and I don't want to do it anymore. I don't want to be affected by that jerk any longer. I wasted three years of my life with him. Had I known this was how it would end, I wouldn't have allowed myself to go through it.
I mean, a small part of me always thought that we would eventually break up. But way in the future. He doesn't want to get married, and that's a big part of me. I want the marriage, I want to have kids, and grow old with someone.
For the last little while, he's been completely anti-marriage so unless he changed his mind, I'm sure our relationship would have ended at some point.
People always ask, 'if you could go back in time and change one thing about yourself, what would it be?'
My answer would definitely be him. I would go back in time to that stupid bonfire I was dragged to by Brooke. When she and Niall left, I would follow them so I wouldn't have to be stuck with him. Either that, or just leave in general. That stupid bonfire was the start of the worst moment in my life.
I wouldn't have to worry about the most important people in my life not being there, because they were all there before he came around.
The only person whose relationship with me was fully affected was Harry. We lost contact after about six months, and now I know the reason now is because he never liked him.
I wish, that at some point he had vocalized his opinion. The same goes to Gramps, and who knows. Probably Gram and Brooke too.
Georgia only recently found out about it, so I can't be blaming her for this. But I wish I had known about him when they hung out originally. That would've changed my mind too. I could never be with someone my sister was. It's not about competition; I just purely think it's quite disgusting. Sharing a boyfriend with your sister.
An arm wrapped around me, and I smiled to myself.
"Hi," I whispered.
"Hi. I uh- I hope you don't mind... It was getting hot in here, so I- I turned the fan on."
"That's fine," I smiled and grabbed his hands in mine. His face tucked into my neck, and his breaths lulled me back into sleep.
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I woke up hearing birds chirping. I shielded my eyes from the brightness of the day, letting out a small whimper.
"Morning sunshine!" Harry's chipper voice sang.
"Harry, what the hell? Why are there birds in my room?"
"They're not in your room love," he chuckled, causing me to give him a dirty look. "I had to open the balcony doors, it was so hot in here."
I looked up at him and frowned, "Is that why you're only in boxers?"
"Mostly."
"What do you mean 'mostly'?"
"The other part was me letting you have easy access if you wanted it," he winked. "You remember, yeah? Last night when you said I was so hot."
"I said no such thing. You've twisted my words around!"
"So I'm not hot?" he frowned, shutting his eyes.
"No..."
"Wait. No as in, I'm not hot, or no as in I am hot? Your answer is very vague, and doesn't help me any," he chuckled, furrowing his brows in the slightest.
"I'm afraid that if I give you another answer, you're going to twist my words even more!"
"That's even more confusing than before," he groaned, bringing a hand up to his face and covering his eyes. "Just tell me. I'm either hot, or not."
"I don't understand why it's such a big deal, Harry."
"You're delaying in telling me, so I already know the answer," he sighed. "I thought you'd at least lie to me about it Charli."
"What are you even talking about? You don't know my answer, Harry. You wouldn't act like this if you did. Stop being a baby about this, and just let it go."
"Let it goooo, let it goooo. Can't hold it back anymoooore!"
"Harry, are you singing Frozen?"
"Let it goooo let it goooo. Turn away and slam the door!"
"Harry, seriously stop it," I tried to say it seriously, but ended up in a laughing fit, watching him sit up and spread his arms open.
"I don't care what they're going to say. Let the storm rage oooooon!"
"Harry..."
"The cold never bothered me anyway," he huffed and fell back on the bed, smiling to himself.
"Are you done?"
"Yes. What was it you were saying?"
"Listen, I'll only say this once, because we're friends," I said slowly, watching turn his face towards me, a small smirk appearing. "If you make a deal about this, I'll tell everyone how you wet the bed until you were 14."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Then promise you won't make a deal about this," I spoke clearly, holding out my pinky finger to him. His eyes rolled before sticking his pinky out and locked it with mine, mumbling an 'I swear'.
I narrowed my brows and looked at him, "Harold, you're not an ugly person."
"What's that even supposed to mean?" he laughed. "Just because I'm not an ugly person, doesn't clarify if you think I'm hot or not."
"That has nothing to do with this," I loudly groaned and rolled my eyes. "Fine. You're an attractive male, and you're 'hot' if you want to call it that," I held up air quotes when I called him hot.
He simply nodded, and rolled away from me.
"So, don't you have some smart ass comment to make?"
"You told me not to make a big deal about it," he rasped.
"I figured you'd lie and you actually would make a deal about it. I was preparing myself for it," I said softly. To be honest, a small part of me was hoping he would. But I don't know why. "I wasn't going to tell people you wet the bed, Harry. I'd never do that to you."
"Did you want me to make a deal of it?"
"I don't know, but-"
"Then I won't," he grumbled, and pulled the blanket up over him.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
"No, someone woke up on the right side. Stayed on the right side, but then had a damper put on their mood."
"Are you saying I'm to blame for the little tiff you're having?"
"I'm not saying that at all!" he spoke in a raised tone. "God Charli, can you just leave me alone?"
I rolled my eyes and turned my head away from him, "Sod off, Harry."
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to fall back asleep and escape this apparent real-life nightmare. I could feel myself slowly drifting off, when the bed shifted, and one of his arms wrapped around me.
"Char?" he whispered. I chose to ignore him, seeing as he just freaked out on me. "Charli, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."
I lay still, attempting to keep my breathing the same calmness as it was before he was next to me. I threw in a few fake snores, hoping he'd catch my drift, and leave me alone.
It didn't work however; he crawled on top of me to lay on my other side. I had to try my hardest to keep my smile hidden. It's not an easy task to do, so I lowered my face in the pillow in an attempt to cover my mouth.
"Charli, I know you're faking sleep."
I had an urge to reply, but I willed myself to keep it in.
His fingers started to gently stroke my cheek, moving them softly across my forehead, across my nose, and down to my neck.
My body reflexively moved into his touch, and even with my eyes closed I could tell he had a dimpled grin on his face.
"It's after noon love, you should get up."
I stayed still and silent, not showing any signs of giving up my sleeping facade. I was going to win this battle, and that was it.
His fingers continued tracing random designs across my face and neck as tingles were sent through my entire body.
"Charli..." his voice sounded slightly irritated. "If you don't get up, you'll regret it."
I still didn't budge, and at this point he had to know what I was doing. I felt him scoot closer to me, and I knew he was going to bring out his A game.
I could sense his closeness and slowly felt his breath fanning across my face. Goosies slowly started spreading across my body, but thanks to being covered by the blanket, they weren't noticeable to him.
He brought one of his legs around me, tangling it with mine. My breathing started to pick up and he hummed in obvious approval.
"You can't win today, Charli."
Damnit, he is onto me. I'm pretty much screwed, because he knows the things that will more than likely get me to speak.
So, the only thing I could think of was to turn and face the other way; and that's what I did. I stretched my arms out, and rolled my head away from him.
He let out a huff, and gently turned my face back towards him. I brought a hand up to his and softly took it in mine, before tossing it back at him and rolling onto my side facing away from him.
"Charli," he pleaded. "Please love?"
I mentally smiled to myself, knowing that he was getting upset over the fact that I wasn't responding.
His arm once again wrapped around me, but this time he pulled me to lie back on the bed. He brought himself closer to me, his breath fanning across my neck.
"Chaaaaarli," he sang. "Waaaaake uuuup!"
I reached up and shoved his face away from me. I heard a laugh escape, and then all of a sudden he laid his entire body on top of me, his mass of curls splayed across my face.
My chest felt heavy, and it became harder to breath with his weight on me.
"If you don't get the fuck off me, I will kill you."
"She speaks!" he rasped, placing a kiss on my cheek. "I'm sorry, Charli. I didn't mean anything by that..."
"Harry, get off me. Now."
"Not until you forgive me."
"Fine," I groaned. "I forgive you. Now get off of me. You're not supposed to lay your entire body on me. You weigh so much, it's crushing me."
"Eh, it's fine. I forgive you too!" he cheered, rolling off of me. "And I do not."
"But I didn't do anything! There's nothing to forgive me for," I breathed in a large gulp of air. "You're insane, did you know that?"
"Yes."
We laid in silence for what felt like hours. I was close to falling back asleep, because I'm sure Harry ready has.
I don't know how I'd make it through the events that transpired recently if he wasn't here. Sure, I'd have Georgia and Brooke, but they can only provide so much support for me. Sometimes you just need the comfort of a man, and not your sister.
He knows more about me than Brooke and Georgia did combined. He knew what I needed to do in order to start mending this broken heart of mine.
One thing I can officially say is that my heart is definitely not in two pieces anymore.
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Authors Note:
Fluff, fluff, fluff. That's all I have to say.
This is a shorter chapter because last one was well over 3500 words. Hope you enjoyed!
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