“No no no no no.” I hastily said.

Right now I was in my pajamas while Harry was just in his boxers. We’d spent the rest of the day in the ballroom just being idiots. We danced to upbeat songs and to slower songs as well. I’ll admit it was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Yes even when Lucas was alive. I was always so busy looking after Lucas and trying to get him to stop with the heroin that along the way I’d stopped having fun. Don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t regret ever being with Lucas, I just regret how we lost ourselves a bit.

Anyway I somehow managed to get Harry to sing me ‘Kiss me by Ed Sheeran’ and then one thing led to another and we ended up chasing each other around my house. I may have said something about how tight his pants seem to be these days and then things just escalated to him chasing me, to try and get me to apologize.

But now I stood in the middle of the hallway with my hand out in between me and Harry, while he approached me with a sort of hungry look on his face. But that soon quickly changed into a playful and his signature cheeky smirk came appeared as he stopped walking and his green eyes looked at me.

“You scared Kim?” He teased.

“Psh please. There’s nothing to be scared of. You big teddy bear.” I stuck my tongue out at him and returned the smirk that he still had on his lips.

“Then why won’t you let me come near you?” He challenged.

“Because you’ll only tickle me or whatever. Don’t play dumb Harry; it’s not a good look on you.” I replied sweetly, it was totally fake though and he knew it.

“Come on kitten. I just want a hug.” His full lips then started to pout.

My eyes grew wider as I realized what he was doing. “No! No! That’s cheating mister!” I scolded him.

“Please kitten. Just one hug?” He sounded so fucking sad that it was hard for me to deny him.

“No. That won’t work Harry.”

“Please?” He pleaded.

Fuck me.

Letting out a long sigh I gave in and slowly edged towards him. When I was a few feet from him, Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. His whole face changed as his cheeky smirk came back.

“You’re so easy to fool.” His husky voice sent shivers down my spine.

Before I had a chance to react, I was being lifted off the ground and thrown over Harry’s shoulder. I blame this on the fact he looks like an angel. That’s the reason why I fell for his act. And yes I am sticking to that reason.

“Harry put me down.” I whined as he carried me back into my bedroom and gently placed me on the bed.

He hovered over me as I looked up at him. Taking in the sight. God I still couldn’t believe why he’d choose someone like me to be with. Sure I was pretty. But I wasn’t that pretty. I was average where as he’s… Well he’s Harry motherfucking Styles. He could get just about any girl he wanted yet he picked me. He picked me. The average girl, when he could easily get a model to be his girlfriend.

“Do I have something on my face?” He asked, raising his eyebrow at me.

“No. I’m just admiring how fucking beautiful you are.” I breathed out, while I reached out and gently touched his jaw and started tracing his jaw line.

“I’m not the only one in this room who’s beautiful.” He replied softly.

My blue eyes met his green as we stared at each other. It felt like he was staring straight into my soul. Like he could see everything I was feeling, had felt since Lucas’s death. It was like I was becoming a picture book to him and that scared me. It terrified me to know that someone could read me so well. In fact I’m pretty sure Harry could read me so much better than Lucas could. Not that I’m comparing the two. I love Lucas and always will. Even though Harry’s become my home now. He’s become my sanity. And yes I know that’s a bad thing but I don’t give a fuck.

You only live once right?

“Kiss me.” I whispered, not breaking our eye contact.

And without saying another word, Harry bent his head down further and connected out lips passionately. Obviously he wanted to do this as much as I did. My hands soon found their way up into his curls as his big hands found their way to the small of my back. Our lips moved in sync as Harry shifted so he was kneeling on the bed, with me in between his legs.

“We should probably stop so you can pack your bags.” Harry mumbled against my lips.

My eyes opened to reveal the confusion I felt. He didn’t really think I was going back on tour with him and the others did he? If the last time wasn’t a clear indication that I shouldn’t be on tour with them, I don’t know what was. All I did was bring people down and cause drama. They needed to have fun and not have me around.

“Harry I’m not going on tour with you.” I replied calmly as I pushed him away by his shoulders.

“What? Why not?” He quickly stood up and glared at me.

Letting out a sigh, I quickly scrambled up and stood on the other side of the bed. I took in him in. How already his hands were already starting to curl up into fists. Running a hand through my hair, we stared at each other.

“Because it’s just not a good idea. I’ll only ruin the mood for you guys.” I tried reasoning with him. He had to see where I was coming from.

“No you won’t. I mean… You’ll be happy this time right?” The hopefulness in his eyes and voice made me cringe slightly. How was I meant to tell him that I wasn’t fully happy?

“Kim.” He warned.

“I…. I can’t just become happy with a snap of my fingers Harry.” I muttered, my blue orbs falling down to the bed.

“It’s about Lucas isn’t it? He’s always going to get in the fucking way!” His raised voice made me take a step back.

“Harry please. He was my first love. I… I never thought I’d find anyone els-“

“Oh save the bullshit Kim. You’re never going to let him go. Am I just a rebound guy?” He cut me off, his hands were in fists and he was pissed. No doubt about that.

“No you’re not just some rebound guy Harry! I like you so fucking much but I’m not over Lucas’s death and I think it’d be best if I stayed here to get over it.”

“But you won’t. You’ll stay curled up in your bed all day and do shit to get over it. I know you Kim. You don’t face your problems, you run from them.” He growled at me. His eyes were almost black.

I stood shocked at what he said. I didn’t see why he was getting so upset about this. It wasn’t like my absence was going to be a big deal to anyone else. Not to mention he had the boys and Beth to keep him company. And we’d still be together, just not staying in the same hotel.

“I think you should go.” I whispered, refusing to look at him.

“No not fucking leaving until you agree to come with me.”

“Fine. I’ll leave then.” I snapped.

I couldn’t go out my bedroom door because he was on that side. So I went to my window and opened it. I’d gotten one leg out when I felt a large hand wrap around my wrist. I was expecting him to pull me roughly but it was a gentle tug. It was enough to make me stop and look at the curly haired boy next to me.

“Don’t go.” He whispered.

“Then don’t get so angry with me. I’m doing what I think is best for us Harry. If I go on tour with you while I’m feeling how I am… You’ll just get sick of me.” I slowly pulled my leg back inside and stood facing Harry. My small hand hesitantly reached up to his cheek and I ran my thumb softly over it. “Just trust me on this Harry.” I whispered.

Silence fell between us as Harry took in my words. But it didn’t take long for him to nod his head in agreement. “Alright. But we have to talk every day.” He muttered, still clearly not happy about the idea.

“Okay, I promise we’ll talk every day and I’ll tweet you stupid things and you can tweet me back. This’ll work. I swear.” I told him softly.

He looked like a kicked puppy though. His lips had turned into a pout and it hurt knowing I was the one who’d made him upset. But this was what I thought was best. If we could survive the long distance for the rest of their American tour then maybe this relationship actually had a chance.

“And for now, should we keep our relationship between us, Beth and the boys?” I asked, still rubbing my thumb gently over his cheek.

He gave me a sad nod which made my heart sink. God he defiantly knew how to make me feel like the bad person.

“Harry please cheer up. I promise it won’t be nearly as bad as it seems. I’ll even come to one show. But that’s it. One show, one night and then I’m straight back home okay?” I reasoned.

The look I got from him was priceless. His whole face lit up like a little kid at Christmas. It was adorable and I got that cute butterfly feeling in my stomach. Just because I knew I was the reason he was happy. No one else but me had put that dimpled smile on his face.

“That’s perfect.” He replied before he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. We stood there kissing for a good minute before I pulled away and smiled softly up at him.

“How about we hop into bed and cuddle? You do have to get up early tomorrow for your flight.”

Harry just groaned at me. Oh how he’s going to love the motherly side of me… Not.

Taking his hand, I started pulling him over to the bed. Climbing in I smiled as I felt Harry get in on the other side. His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me up against him. His face found the crook of my neck as he blew softly on it. Making me giggle.

“Harry stop it and go to sleep.” I scolded him, but the laughter was still in my voice.

“Yes mom.” He teased, before he pressed a soft kiss on my neck.

Finally he settled down and we ended up falling asleep with him big spooning me and his face in the crook of my neck. And ever since Lucas’s death, things were starting to look up.

But good things can only last for so long right?

Notes

Hiiii. Sorry it's taken me so long to reply. I have exams next week and one the week after. So I may not update till like the 4th of September. But i dont know we'll see. Hopefully I can update sooner.
Also I hope you liked it.