Misfit
Chapter 37
*the next moring
Lana's POV
I slowly open my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the sunlight streaming through my window. I smile when I realize that it's actually sunny outside. I feel Harry's arm draped over my waist, my back pressed up against his chest.
Last night could not have been more perfect. I was worried that since I'd spent so much time building it up and planning it out in my mind that the real thing wouldn't be able to live up to my expectations. I was so wrong. I couldn't have imagined it going any better. Or feeling any better. I smile when I remember how absolutely incredible that boy made me feel. I hope he feels the same way...
I turn slowly to face him, trying not to wake him up. I look him up and down, gawking at his perfection. I don't know how I managed to have one shred of self confidence around him. I don't understand how someone could manage to be so damn sexy. I snuggle up against him.
After a few minutes I hear his breathing change, and he starts to stir. I look up at him, watching him wake up. His eyebrows scrunch together and he looks annoyed before he opens his eyes. I laugh softly at the progress his face makes as he opens his eyes and looks around, then down at me. He smiles and brushes his fingers through my hair.
"Hi, there."
"Hi yourself," I say softly.
"Were you staring at me?" he asks, voice raspy from sleep. Who knew someone's morning voice could be so damn sexy.
I laugh and look down, feeling my face flush. I begin to trace his butterfly tattoo, something that had become routine for me. It was my default.
"Is that a problem?"
He chuckles. "Not at all. Stare all you like. I'm all yours."
I look back up at him and can't help the smile that spreads on my face. He smiles back and leans down to kiss me. He pulls away and hugs me against him. I nuzzle my head into his neck. After a few minutes I hear him laughing to himself.
"What are you laughing about?"
"Nothing."
"Harry."
He laughs again and rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. "I was just thinking I don't know why we waited."
I run my fingers across his cheek. His eyes close at my touch. "I think that was your idea," I say, tapping his nose. He smirks and suddenly flips me onto my back.
"Well, then, I guess I have some time to make up for." He kisses me and I laugh against his mouth.
Round Two.
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"Harry give me a minute!" I yell as he pounds on my bathroom door. He continues and I groan, exiting the shower and wrapping a towel around me. I open the door a little and see him smirking.
"What?"
"I need to shower."
I laugh and roll my eyes. "You are too adorable. But, you are going to have to wait until I'm done." I try to shut the door, but he forces it open, putting his hands on my waist as I step back.
"I don't know what to tell you, I'm kind of in a rush."
"Harry," I warn, as his grip tightens on my towel. "You are not getting in that shower with me. I love you, but I need some private time."
His grip loosens, but he doesn't step back. He just smiles down at me, revealing his dimples.
"What?" I ask, suddenly self conscious.
"You said you love me."
I feel my face go red. Yea, that kind of slipped out. "Yea...well...you said it first."
He laughs and lets me go, walking out of the bathroom. Before the door closes he sticks his head back in. "I love you." He winks at me and closes the door. I do a girly celebration dance. I could not be more happy. I quickly finish my shower and wrap my towel back around me before going into my bedroom.
"It's all yours," I say to Harry, walking past him and into my closet.
"I'm extremely okay with the whole towel thing. It's a good look on you," he yells as he goes into the bathroom. I get dressed (http://www.polyvore.com/taking_flight/set?id=99723966) and wrap the towel around my head to dry my hair. While I wait for Harry to finish his shower I decide to strip my bed so I can wash my sheets. I take them off and go to the hall linen closet to get more. I set them down on my desk while I pile the dirty ones into the hamper. I take the sheet that goes around the mattress and manage to get all four corners around my queen size mattress, but not without a major struggle. I take the towel off my head and throw it in the hamper with the sheets. Harry comes out of the bathroom as I'm putting on the next sheet.
"Harry can you help-" I'm cut short when I look at him. He's leaning against the doorframe, curls dripping wet and his towel hanging dangerously low around his waist.
"It's rude to stare, Lana," he says, smiling at me. I roll my eyes.
"You told me I could stare all I wanted," I say, narrowing my eyes at him. "Don't think I'm not going to take you up on that."
"Fair enough. Do you have any of my clothes here by any chance?"
"Actually, yes. The pants I was wearing last night. They're around here somewhere," I say, turning to look on the floor. I walk around to the other side of the bed and find them lying hear the nightstand. "Here." He walks over and takes them from my hand. He proceeds to drop his towel in front of me and slide the pants on. He watches my face the whole time, smirking at me. I laugh and walk past him.
"Would you help me with these sheets?"
"You changed the sheets?"
"Yea, I haven't in a while," I say, un folding it and throwing him a side.
"Plus, probably need to after last night," he says, spreading it out and winking at me. I just laugh and shake my head.
Making a bed with Harry proves to be a challenge. Apparently he's in the mood to tease today, so he messes up a bunch of times on purpose. We finally finish and I throw all the pillows on the bed. I walk into the bathroom to brush my hair and dry it some more. I walk back out to find Harry sprawled across the bed, which is no longer neat.
"Harry!"
"What?" he asks innocently, rolling onto his side.
"We just finished making that bed. Now you've made it all messy."
He laughs and starts making snow angels against the sheets. I run and jump onto the bed, crawling on top of him and pinning his arms down. "That is quite enough, Styles."
"Fine. What do you want to do today?"
I remove my grip on his arms and lay down on my stomach beside him. "I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"Harry."
"Lana."
"Babe, stop!" I say, putting my hand over his mouth. He laughs against it. I remove it after a few seconds. "Seriously, what do you want to do?"
"What time is the dinner tonight at the club?"
Oh right, dinner with my dad. "I'm not sure actually. I'll call him later. Usually they're at 7:00, though."
"What time is it now?" he asks, lifting his head to look at the alarm clock. I turn my head to do the same. "Woah."
It's already one o'clock in the afternoon. How is that possible? Oh well. "I'm going to go downstairs. I think my phone is down there. Do you want some breakfast?"
"Now that you mention it, yes. I'm starving. What are you making me?"
I stand up and open the door, laughing as I walk downstairs. I hear him follow. I walk down and take out two bowls and spoons. Then I put the milk on the counter and open the cupboard where the cereal boxes are. I gesture grandly at them.
"Voila. Take your pick."
"I seem to recall making you bacon," he says, sitting down at the island.
"I think I'm the one who's supposed to be treated like princess on the morning after," I say, pulling out the corn flakes. I take a container of raspberries out of the fridge to eat with the cereal.
"I didn't realize you were the princess type." He drops some fruit in his cereal before taking a bite.
"Every girl has their moments." I reach for my phone to see I have four missed text messages. I read them all before responding.
From: Brooke
Do you want to go shopping today? i have NO CLOTHES!!
From: Brooke
What are you doinggg? major wardrobe malfunction!
From: Brooke
Okay bitch me and El are at the mall. meet us there!
From: Dad
Dinner tonight at 8. Formal event, so dress nice. Bring Harry if you want. See you tonight.
"Everything okay?"
I stand up and bring my bowl to the sink, followed by Harry. “Yea, just Brooke freaking out about her clothes. Probably because of Niall. Oh, and my dad said tonight is formal so we have to dress up.”
“Sounds good. Do you want to do something today?” He asks, putting his arms around my waist.
“I would love to, but I should probably spend some time with my friends. They’re at the mall already, so I’ll just meet them after I get ready.” I put my arms on the back of his neck, playing with his curls.
“Are you going to buy a dress for tonight?”
“I shouldn’t, but I have a feeling Brooke will make me.”
“Well,” he says softly, running a ringer down the front of my shirt, “I like the ones with the low cut.I laugh and lean up to kiss him. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He kisses me again before turning and heading for the front door. “Harry, it’s cold out and you have no shirt on! Why don’t you get your shirt from my room?
“I’m a big tough guy, babe. I’ll be fine.” He winks at me before closing the door. I laugh and go upstairs to get ready to go out with Brooke and Eleanor. I realize suddenly that this is the first time I’ll be hanging out with them for an extended amount of time without any of the boys. I’m a terrible friend.
Lana's POV
I slowly open my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the sunlight streaming through my window. I smile when I realize that it's actually sunny outside. I feel Harry's arm draped over my waist, my back pressed up against his chest.
Last night could not have been more perfect. I was worried that since I'd spent so much time building it up and planning it out in my mind that the real thing wouldn't be able to live up to my expectations. I was so wrong. I couldn't have imagined it going any better. Or feeling any better. I smile when I remember how absolutely incredible that boy made me feel. I hope he feels the same way...
I turn slowly to face him, trying not to wake him up. I look him up and down, gawking at his perfection. I don't know how I managed to have one shred of self confidence around him. I don't understand how someone could manage to be so damn sexy. I snuggle up against him.
After a few minutes I hear his breathing change, and he starts to stir. I look up at him, watching him wake up. His eyebrows scrunch together and he looks annoyed before he opens his eyes. I laugh softly at the progress his face makes as he opens his eyes and looks around, then down at me. He smiles and brushes his fingers through my hair.
"Hi, there."
"Hi yourself," I say softly.
"Were you staring at me?" he asks, voice raspy from sleep. Who knew someone's morning voice could be so damn sexy.
I laugh and look down, feeling my face flush. I begin to trace his butterfly tattoo, something that had become routine for me. It was my default.
"Is that a problem?"
He chuckles. "Not at all. Stare all you like. I'm all yours."
I look back up at him and can't help the smile that spreads on my face. He smiles back and leans down to kiss me. He pulls away and hugs me against him. I nuzzle my head into his neck. After a few minutes I hear him laughing to himself.
"What are you laughing about?"
"Nothing."
"Harry."
He laughs again and rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. "I was just thinking I don't know why we waited."
I run my fingers across his cheek. His eyes close at my touch. "I think that was your idea," I say, tapping his nose. He smirks and suddenly flips me onto my back.
"Well, then, I guess I have some time to make up for." He kisses me and I laugh against his mouth.
Round Two.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Harry give me a minute!" I yell as he pounds on my bathroom door. He continues and I groan, exiting the shower and wrapping a towel around me. I open the door a little and see him smirking.
"What?"
"I need to shower."
I laugh and roll my eyes. "You are too adorable. But, you are going to have to wait until I'm done." I try to shut the door, but he forces it open, putting his hands on my waist as I step back.
"I don't know what to tell you, I'm kind of in a rush."
"Harry," I warn, as his grip tightens on my towel. "You are not getting in that shower with me. I love you, but I need some private time."
His grip loosens, but he doesn't step back. He just smiles down at me, revealing his dimples.
"What?" I ask, suddenly self conscious.
"You said you love me."
I feel my face go red. Yea, that kind of slipped out. "Yea...well...you said it first."
He laughs and lets me go, walking out of the bathroom. Before the door closes he sticks his head back in. "I love you." He winks at me and closes the door. I do a girly celebration dance. I could not be more happy. I quickly finish my shower and wrap my towel back around me before going into my bedroom.
"It's all yours," I say to Harry, walking past him and into my closet.
"I'm extremely okay with the whole towel thing. It's a good look on you," he yells as he goes into the bathroom. I get dressed (http://www.polyvore.com/taking_flight/set?id=99723966) and wrap the towel around my head to dry my hair. While I wait for Harry to finish his shower I decide to strip my bed so I can wash my sheets. I take them off and go to the hall linen closet to get more. I set them down on my desk while I pile the dirty ones into the hamper. I take the sheet that goes around the mattress and manage to get all four corners around my queen size mattress, but not without a major struggle. I take the towel off my head and throw it in the hamper with the sheets. Harry comes out of the bathroom as I'm putting on the next sheet.
"Harry can you help-" I'm cut short when I look at him. He's leaning against the doorframe, curls dripping wet and his towel hanging dangerously low around his waist.
"It's rude to stare, Lana," he says, smiling at me. I roll my eyes.
"You told me I could stare all I wanted," I say, narrowing my eyes at him. "Don't think I'm not going to take you up on that."
"Fair enough. Do you have any of my clothes here by any chance?"
"Actually, yes. The pants I was wearing last night. They're around here somewhere," I say, turning to look on the floor. I walk around to the other side of the bed and find them lying hear the nightstand. "Here." He walks over and takes them from my hand. He proceeds to drop his towel in front of me and slide the pants on. He watches my face the whole time, smirking at me. I laugh and walk past him.
"Would you help me with these sheets?"
"You changed the sheets?"
"Yea, I haven't in a while," I say, un folding it and throwing him a side.
"Plus, probably need to after last night," he says, spreading it out and winking at me. I just laugh and shake my head.
Making a bed with Harry proves to be a challenge. Apparently he's in the mood to tease today, so he messes up a bunch of times on purpose. We finally finish and I throw all the pillows on the bed. I walk into the bathroom to brush my hair and dry it some more. I walk back out to find Harry sprawled across the bed, which is no longer neat.
"Harry!"
"What?" he asks innocently, rolling onto his side.
"We just finished making that bed. Now you've made it all messy."
He laughs and starts making snow angels against the sheets. I run and jump onto the bed, crawling on top of him and pinning his arms down. "That is quite enough, Styles."
"Fine. What do you want to do today?"
I remove my grip on his arms and lay down on my stomach beside him. "I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"Harry."
"Lana."
"Babe, stop!" I say, putting my hand over his mouth. He laughs against it. I remove it after a few seconds. "Seriously, what do you want to do?"
"What time is the dinner tonight at the club?"
Oh right, dinner with my dad. "I'm not sure actually. I'll call him later. Usually they're at 7:00, though."
"What time is it now?" he asks, lifting his head to look at the alarm clock. I turn my head to do the same. "Woah."
It's already one o'clock in the afternoon. How is that possible? Oh well. "I'm going to go downstairs. I think my phone is down there. Do you want some breakfast?"
"Now that you mention it, yes. I'm starving. What are you making me?"
I stand up and open the door, laughing as I walk downstairs. I hear him follow. I walk down and take out two bowls and spoons. Then I put the milk on the counter and open the cupboard where the cereal boxes are. I gesture grandly at them.
"Voila. Take your pick."
"I seem to recall making you bacon," he says, sitting down at the island.
"I think I'm the one who's supposed to be treated like princess on the morning after," I say, pulling out the corn flakes. I take a container of raspberries out of the fridge to eat with the cereal.
"I didn't realize you were the princess type." He drops some fruit in his cereal before taking a bite.
"Every girl has their moments." I reach for my phone to see I have four missed text messages. I read them all before responding.
From: Brooke
Do you want to go shopping today? i have NO CLOTHES!!
From: Brooke
What are you doinggg? major wardrobe malfunction!
From: Brooke
Okay bitch me and El are at the mall. meet us there!
From: Dad
Dinner tonight at 8. Formal event, so dress nice. Bring Harry if you want. See you tonight.
"Everything okay?"
I stand up and bring my bowl to the sink, followed by Harry. “Yea, just Brooke freaking out about her clothes. Probably because of Niall. Oh, and my dad said tonight is formal so we have to dress up.”
“Sounds good. Do you want to do something today?” He asks, putting his arms around my waist.
“I would love to, but I should probably spend some time with my friends. They’re at the mall already, so I’ll just meet them after I get ready.” I put my arms on the back of his neck, playing with his curls.
“Are you going to buy a dress for tonight?”
“I shouldn’t, but I have a feeling Brooke will make me.”
“Well,” he says softly, running a ringer down the front of my shirt, “I like the ones with the low cut.I laugh and lean up to kiss him. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He kisses me again before turning and heading for the front door. “Harry, it’s cold out and you have no shirt on! Why don’t you get your shirt from my room?
“I’m a big tough guy, babe. I’ll be fine.” He winks at me before closing the door. I laugh and go upstairs to get ready to go out with Brooke and Eleanor. I realize suddenly that this is the first time I’ll be hanging out with them for an extended amount of time without any of the boys. I’m a terrible friend.
Notes
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