If I Lay Here
Chapter 17
I headed down the stairs to see Harry leaning up against the ending of the railway. His hair was tucked neatly in a dark gray beanie except for a few curls who managed to escape. A pair of real Raybans were perched on the bridge of his nose, hiding his eyes as he scrolled through his phone.
"Ready to go?" He asked. I nodded before joining him. Something about a lazy day with Harry...going out in our pajamas....excited me. Even the tiniest bit of adrenaline was coursing through my veins. Maybe it was the fact we were going out into the streets of London, not bothered by our appearance or what people will say, but focusing on spending time with each other. Maybe it was because it's not every day Harry Styles goes shopping in his pajamas...no less with his girlfriend...in matching pajamas.
Quickly, Harry's hand found mine, lacing our fingers together as we headed out the door. "You look cute in my clothes." He whispered causing my cheeks to flush and my heart to race at a beat I didn't know was possible. He opened my door for me, allowing me to slip into the passenger seat before running to his side. "Paul is going to meet us there. He just wants to make sure nothing happens." Harry informed me while we pulled out.
"So the shop first right?" I wondered, looking out the windows to the scene of London whipping by.
"The shop first," he confirmed. As we drove, cars were everywhere. Well, I mean of course there were cars...this was a main road, but most of these cars had teenage girls as passengers or drivers. Imagine if they knew they were driving up next to Harry Styles. Before I met him I would have had to pull over. The drive to the shop ended quickly. We pulled in to the parking lot that was vacant except for a few cars occupying spaces here and there. Harry parked next to a big Range Rover I assumed was Paul's. Sure enough, Paul got out of the car and stood to meet us at the front of Harry's.
"I'll keep my distance, but word will get out eventually and I want to make sure nothing gets too crowded," Paul told us. We nodded, Harry pulling onto my hand as we entered the shop. He grabbed the first shopping cart in sight which made me laugh. Never in my life did I think I would ever see Harry Styles pushing around a cart and collecting groceries. We made our way down the frozen food secton.
"What exactly are we picking up?" I asked.
"I'm not sure actually. Honestly I only need shampoo and want candy," he answered.
"Are you looking for frozen shampoo, because if not, we are in the wrong section. Harry laughed, pulling me under his arm.
"No silly, I'm picking up a frozen pizza for us to eat after I whoop your arse in Fifa!" He explained earning a playful smack on the stomach. "No but really which one do you want?"
"I'm feeling the stuffed crust ones," I told him after looking over my options. Harry leaned in to the freezer and pulled out a barbeque chicken pizza with a stuffed cheesy crust. I gave him a smile to indicate 'yes' and he tossed it in the cart. "What's next?"
"Shampoo...gotta make sure these curls stay curly," he answered, taking me back under his arm. When we reached the hair product aisle a few girls were debating over something in a purple tin and something in a blue tube.
"Oh my gosh! You're Harry Styles!" The tallest girl said almost in a single breath. I could feel Paul moving closer behind us, but Harry gave him a nod to say he could handle it. The girls rushed up to him with beaming smiles.
"Can we...Can...picture please?" One with her hair in a tight braid stumbled with her words. Harry nodded politely causing the girls to squeal. The third girl who wore her platinum blond hair half up thrust a camera at me. Um...okay.
"Erm...can't Ally be in the picture?" Harry asked. The girls pretended not to hear him while they posed. I fidgeted with the camera, playing with the zoom when one of the girls called out to me.
"Just hold the top button down!" She advised. With a deep sigh, Harry removed himself from the cluster of girls.
"Look. It's really nice to meet you girls, but I'm here with my girlfriend so maybe we can get a picture another time," He said while taking the camera from my grasp and taking a picture of us instead. The girls looked dumbfounded. Not so much hurt, but confused. They were about to say something else, but Paul interjected.
"Okay ladies, give them some space," his voice boomed. Paul returned the camera back to the girl who carefully studied her new image. I then directed my attention to Harry who reached for a bottle with a yellow label reading: Wild Curls.
"I think this is what I need," he said with a smirk that probably would have killed every one of those girls here a minute ago.
"No, no, no. This one," I told him while shoving a Curl Sculpting gel that ensured lush curls to die for! Harry chuckled before reaching for a green bottle and tossing it in the cart.
"Lets go get that candy and get out of here," Harry whispered in my ear, so the girls who still lingered behind Paul couldn't hear. With a nod, we left down the aisle to the candy bins.
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"Ready?" Harry asked when we finished checking out. He grabbed the bag of pizza and hair product while I took the bag filled with candy.Paul had been notified that a crowd formed as we shopped. He made his way in front of us in order to give us a clear path to Harry's car. My heart was beating extremely fast and this time it wasn't because of Harry...it was because of the fans. After what happened with the fans inside of the store, I can't imagine what may happen on the way to the car. Harry squeezed my hand to reassure me as we stepped out through the doors. Instantly, screams pierced my ears.
"HAAAAAAARRY!!!!"
"Oh Harry! Can we get a picture?!"
"OHMYGOSH THEY ARE MATCHING!"
"BACK OFF! HARRY IS MINE!"
The last shout caught me off gaurd. For the most part people were being respectful. Harry whipped around to the sound of the shout, scanning the crowd. It wasn't like he was going to do anything. It was a fan not a pap, but he was beyond angry. Paul moved back to usher Harry along. As soon as I was sat in the passenger seat ease washed over me. Harry whispered something in Paul's ear before he slid in. We were finally in a safe haven.
I could tell Harry was still infuriated. He sped out of the lot as fast as he could, repeatedly banging his fists on the steering wheel when we hit the first light. Viens were prominent from Harry's neck and forearms. I reached over, placing a hand on his thigh in efforts to calm him down.
"Harry, it's fine. I'm fine." I assured him.
"It's not fine. That was a fan, a fan that shouted that rude comment at you!" He hissed. Harry pulled in to the driveway, that was missing Louis' car, and parked.
"Don't worry about it okay. I am stronger than that." I told him. Harry met eyes with me before smiling like his normal self.
"Let's just go play some Fifa...I think we are all alone," Harry said, exiting the car with bioth grocery bags.
"Get ready to lose!" I shouted after him, chasing him into the house.
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"No! NO! NO!" Harry shouted as I scored another goal to win the game. The score, 2-1, flashed up on the screen with Manchester falling to Liverpool. I am more of a Manchester fan myself, but Harry gave me the puppy dog eyes I find irresistable. This was the third game we played and my second win in a row. "You lied! You've definitely played this before!"
"I swear, this is my first time!" I shouted back. Harry flashed me an unsure grin.
"I don't believe you," He said with narrowed eyes. I watched as he placed the controller on the table, next to our open pizza box before scooting over on the couch to get closer to me. He tucked his knees on the cushions as he crawled to hover over me. "Prove it." He growled sending a chill up my spine. I leaned upwards towards his lips, missing them by a millimeter, before someone threw open the door.
"We're hooooooooooome!" Niall cheered. Harry crawled off of me letting out a loud groan.
"Impecable timing," Harry muttered while running his finger through his curls.
"Ready to go?" He asked. I nodded before joining him. Something about a lazy day with Harry...going out in our pajamas....excited me. Even the tiniest bit of adrenaline was coursing through my veins. Maybe it was the fact we were going out into the streets of London, not bothered by our appearance or what people will say, but focusing on spending time with each other. Maybe it was because it's not every day Harry Styles goes shopping in his pajamas...no less with his girlfriend...in matching pajamas.
Quickly, Harry's hand found mine, lacing our fingers together as we headed out the door. "You look cute in my clothes." He whispered causing my cheeks to flush and my heart to race at a beat I didn't know was possible. He opened my door for me, allowing me to slip into the passenger seat before running to his side. "Paul is going to meet us there. He just wants to make sure nothing happens." Harry informed me while we pulled out.
"So the shop first right?" I wondered, looking out the windows to the scene of London whipping by.
"The shop first," he confirmed. As we drove, cars were everywhere. Well, I mean of course there were cars...this was a main road, but most of these cars had teenage girls as passengers or drivers. Imagine if they knew they were driving up next to Harry Styles. Before I met him I would have had to pull over. The drive to the shop ended quickly. We pulled in to the parking lot that was vacant except for a few cars occupying spaces here and there. Harry parked next to a big Range Rover I assumed was Paul's. Sure enough, Paul got out of the car and stood to meet us at the front of Harry's.
"I'll keep my distance, but word will get out eventually and I want to make sure nothing gets too crowded," Paul told us. We nodded, Harry pulling onto my hand as we entered the shop. He grabbed the first shopping cart in sight which made me laugh. Never in my life did I think I would ever see Harry Styles pushing around a cart and collecting groceries. We made our way down the frozen food secton.
"What exactly are we picking up?" I asked.
"I'm not sure actually. Honestly I only need shampoo and want candy," he answered.
"Are you looking for frozen shampoo, because if not, we are in the wrong section. Harry laughed, pulling me under his arm.
"No silly, I'm picking up a frozen pizza for us to eat after I whoop your arse in Fifa!" He explained earning a playful smack on the stomach. "No but really which one do you want?"
"I'm feeling the stuffed crust ones," I told him after looking over my options. Harry leaned in to the freezer and pulled out a barbeque chicken pizza with a stuffed cheesy crust. I gave him a smile to indicate 'yes' and he tossed it in the cart. "What's next?"
"Shampoo...gotta make sure these curls stay curly," he answered, taking me back under his arm. When we reached the hair product aisle a few girls were debating over something in a purple tin and something in a blue tube.
"Oh my gosh! You're Harry Styles!" The tallest girl said almost in a single breath. I could feel Paul moving closer behind us, but Harry gave him a nod to say he could handle it. The girls rushed up to him with beaming smiles.
"Can we...Can...picture please?" One with her hair in a tight braid stumbled with her words. Harry nodded politely causing the girls to squeal. The third girl who wore her platinum blond hair half up thrust a camera at me. Um...okay.
"Erm...can't Ally be in the picture?" Harry asked. The girls pretended not to hear him while they posed. I fidgeted with the camera, playing with the zoom when one of the girls called out to me.
"Just hold the top button down!" She advised. With a deep sigh, Harry removed himself from the cluster of girls.
"Look. It's really nice to meet you girls, but I'm here with my girlfriend so maybe we can get a picture another time," He said while taking the camera from my grasp and taking a picture of us instead. The girls looked dumbfounded. Not so much hurt, but confused. They were about to say something else, but Paul interjected.
"Okay ladies, give them some space," his voice boomed. Paul returned the camera back to the girl who carefully studied her new image. I then directed my attention to Harry who reached for a bottle with a yellow label reading: Wild Curls.
"I think this is what I need," he said with a smirk that probably would have killed every one of those girls here a minute ago.
"No, no, no. This one," I told him while shoving a Curl Sculpting gel that ensured lush curls to die for! Harry chuckled before reaching for a green bottle and tossing it in the cart.
"Lets go get that candy and get out of here," Harry whispered in my ear, so the girls who still lingered behind Paul couldn't hear. With a nod, we left down the aisle to the candy bins.
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"Ready?" Harry asked when we finished checking out. He grabbed the bag of pizza and hair product while I took the bag filled with candy.Paul had been notified that a crowd formed as we shopped. He made his way in front of us in order to give us a clear path to Harry's car. My heart was beating extremely fast and this time it wasn't because of Harry...it was because of the fans. After what happened with the fans inside of the store, I can't imagine what may happen on the way to the car. Harry squeezed my hand to reassure me as we stepped out through the doors. Instantly, screams pierced my ears.
"HAAAAAAARRY!!!!"
"Oh Harry! Can we get a picture?!"
"OHMYGOSH THEY ARE MATCHING!"
"BACK OFF! HARRY IS MINE!"
The last shout caught me off gaurd. For the most part people were being respectful. Harry whipped around to the sound of the shout, scanning the crowd. It wasn't like he was going to do anything. It was a fan not a pap, but he was beyond angry. Paul moved back to usher Harry along. As soon as I was sat in the passenger seat ease washed over me. Harry whispered something in Paul's ear before he slid in. We were finally in a safe haven.
I could tell Harry was still infuriated. He sped out of the lot as fast as he could, repeatedly banging his fists on the steering wheel when we hit the first light. Viens were prominent from Harry's neck and forearms. I reached over, placing a hand on his thigh in efforts to calm him down.
"Harry, it's fine. I'm fine." I assured him.
"It's not fine. That was a fan, a fan that shouted that rude comment at you!" He hissed. Harry pulled in to the driveway, that was missing Louis' car, and parked.
"Don't worry about it okay. I am stronger than that." I told him. Harry met eyes with me before smiling like his normal self.
"Let's just go play some Fifa...I think we are all alone," Harry said, exiting the car with bioth grocery bags.
"Get ready to lose!" I shouted after him, chasing him into the house.
***********************************************************************************************************
"No! NO! NO!" Harry shouted as I scored another goal to win the game. The score, 2-1, flashed up on the screen with Manchester falling to Liverpool. I am more of a Manchester fan myself, but Harry gave me the puppy dog eyes I find irresistable. This was the third game we played and my second win in a row. "You lied! You've definitely played this before!"
"I swear, this is my first time!" I shouted back. Harry flashed me an unsure grin.
"I don't believe you," He said with narrowed eyes. I watched as he placed the controller on the table, next to our open pizza box before scooting over on the couch to get closer to me. He tucked his knees on the cushions as he crawled to hover over me. "Prove it." He growled sending a chill up my spine. I leaned upwards towards his lips, missing them by a millimeter, before someone threw open the door.
"We're hooooooooooome!" Niall cheered. Harry crawled off of me letting out a loud groan.
"Impecable timing," Harry muttered while running his finger through his curls.
Notes
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5/28/14