“HAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRYYYYYYYY!” I heard Louis shout from down the hall. I have no idea how he is up so early considering the amount he had to drink last night. Harry didn’t drink at all and he was still asleep! I could hear Louis pounding firmly on the door a few rooms down mixed with some grumbling. Uninterested in what was going on, I decided to check up on my friends on Twitter. As soon as I logged on, I saw I had several new mentions as well as thousands of new followers. I knew most of the mentions would be regarding hate, but I can’t deny curiosity.

“@Narry4life: Have you seen the new #Hally pictures? sooo cute!! #otp! @AStriker7”
“@TommoButt: ew. Who else smells publicity stunt? @AStriker7 @Harry_Styles”
“@AnneFoxyCoxy: @AStriker7 can’t wait to meet you next week! Xx”
“@KayalovesNiall: @AnneFoxyCoxy @AStriker7 aw! hazza’s taking her to #meettheparents!”
“@ZAYNZAYNZAYN: @AnneFoxyCoxy @AStriker7 wow. He must really love her #Hally”

The last tweet really took me by surprise. Love? The fans think Harry loves me? Am I in love with him? It’s too early to tell, right? I need to stop asking myself questions. Suddenly, my door creaked open, causing me to forget about my jumbled thoughts. I slammed my laptop shut only to see Louis’ head poking in through the open space he created.

“Are you decent, love?” He asked. It wasn’t until then that I noticed his eyes were screwed shut.

“As decent as I can be at eight thirty in the morning Lou,” I teased with a laugh. Louis smiled before opening his eyes and striding up to where I was sat on my bed.

“How are you?” He asked. That’s an odd question to be asking right now. The confusion must have been clear in my face because he instantly looked down to his hands and shook his head. “I mean how are you holding up? In my drunken state last night I found myself running through Twitter and saw some vulgar things I’d prefer not to read about my best friends girlfriend.” My eyes dropped to the laptop sitting next to me. I feel like just by my actions Louis could tell exactly what was going on. He knew something was wrong. I could tell he was using his “serious” Louis voice.

“I’m alright. I’m trying to ignore what people are saying. I think they are just a little shocked and hurt right now,” I assured him.

“Ally, calling you a bitch is unacceptable no matter how hurt they are.” Louis stated firmly, resting an arm around my shoulder. I simply shrugged. He was right, but me versus billions of Directioners was not going to end in my favor.

“It’s fine Louis, I can take care of it.” I mumbled. Louis spun me around so I was facing his deep blue eyes. They were smaller than Harry’s, but just as bright and lively.

“You come to me if they give me any more trouble okay?” He said pulling me in to a tight hug. I nodded against his shoulder, instantly relaxing as his hands rubbed up and down my back. It felt good to have someone on my side…not that the other boys weren’t on my side too…especially Harry. “It’s absolutely pouring outside,” Louis muttered into our embrace. I pulled away to look at him in awe. How he could be so completely random at times like this is beyond me. Louis caught my confusion and fell back against the duvet in a heap of laughter.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked, not being able to fight off the growing smile that is always present when Louis is around.

“Well, It kind of puts a damper on anything lover boy had planned for you. And…” Louis trailed off as he leaned over to the night stand where a petite little lamp was designated. He flicked the switch up and down a couple of times and the light never went on. “The power is out as well.”

“Did Harry have something planned?” I questioned. Louis held a mischievous grin on his face.

“He’s had a few ideas in store, but the weather may have pulled a plug on things.” He explained. “The other boys and I were actually thinking about planning our own little thing for you two today.”

“What are you talking about Louis?” I wondered. Before he could respond, I was being dragged out of the room with Louis guiding the way. He dashed down the stairs, my wrist firmly, yet gently in his smooth hand. Liam was just stepping out of his room in a black hoodie with red basketball shorts. He shot me a confused look, but I didn’t have time to answer. Louis was already pacing around the corner until we reached the kitchen where Harry was looking hopelessly into the fridge.

“Oi! Shut the door will ya! We don’t want the food to go bad!” Louis shouted as we entered. Harry turned to face us, shutting the door in the same action. When he saw me, he gave me a small smile. Louis released my grasp and practically threw me at Harry which startled both of us. I clenched my eyes shut as I fell forward until I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist and steady the two of us.

“Louis what on earth-,” Harry began, slipping me under the comfort of his arms.

“SHH! You two stay here. I need a red marker, a cardboard box, and an orange.” He insisted.

“Cardboard is in the bin outside, markers are in the drawer in the library, and I think Niall has the last orange in his room. I don’t think it’s worth it to go take it though Lou,” Harry said. He looked down at me to see if I had any clue what this was all about. To be honest, I was hoping he knew. Louis, on the other hand, knew exactly what he was up to. The mischievous grin was still placed on his face where it seemed to have permanent residency.

“Don’t worry about it curlies. I have everything under control.” I’m scared. “BOYS!” Louis shouted as he turned to leave Harry and I in the kitchen. “Get your arses in the library! We have some work to do!”

“This won’t be good,” Harry muttered as he led me to a seat on the island. The room was extremely dark due to the pouring rain outside, and the power outage. We were pretty much stuck here until the storm lets up. “I was going to take you in to London today, but that would be a waste of time with this weather.”

I looked over at Harry across the island. His curls hung low, nearly covering his face as he hung his head. His lean fingers fiddled with his bottom lip, pulling the corners inward so it puckered slightly. Harry looked perplexed. It was only some rain and a power outage. We can find something else to do. Why was this eating him up so much? I reached a hand across the marble to poke his hand.

“We can do whatever it is what Louis has planned and go to London tomorrow. My feet hurt anyways,” I assured him.

“Okay,” he replied, “What should we do while we wait for the genius to finish his plan?”
Harry cocked an eyebrow at me and curved his lips up in one corner. We could be a boring couple and play video games or watch television, but that is…boring. From my seat I noticed a packet of cookies next to some candles. Bingo.

“Harry light those candles!” I instructed, pointing to the counter. I have an idea. Harry rushed to the candles, pulling open the drawer beneath them, and drawing out a packet of matches. With two strikes, the tip of the match lit, giving the most light that has been in the room all morning. Harry carefully lit the wick of both candles. The light illuminated the room in a delicate glow, still dim, but much lighter than before. I grabbed the cookies and quickly opened the fridge. Sure enough, a bottle of whipped cream was on the door.

“What are you doing?” Harry groaned upon seeing the whipped cream and cookie packet.

“We are doing the cookie challenge…and whoever can’t do it gets whipped cream squirted on their face and has to run outside in the rain for five minutes…I’m adding those rules as of now.” I said with a wink. Harry grinned. He snatched the whipped cream from my grasp and squirted a bit in to his mouth.

“You first,” he ordered with a menacing look. I obliged, taking the cookie from the packet and resting it in the center of my forehead. I scrunched my eyebrows together a few times to slide the cookie to one side of my face. This has to be the most unattractive thing to do with your boyfriend. “Ally, you’re doing great!” Harry cheered. “Move the cookie to your eye! Blink, blink!” He coached. I smiled, trying not to ruin my game. I couldn’t let Harry spray whipped cream on my face.

The cookie slipped into place over my right eye. I blinked hard and managed to slide it further on to my cheek. From the corner of my eye, I could see Harry sitting on the edge of his stool, wringing his hands in anticipation. His eyes were wide and it looked like he wanted to move the cookie to my mouth already.

My head was tilted to the side, the cookie balancing on the corner of my mouth. I reached my tongue out to get a grip on the top.

“How are you doing this?” Harry questioned in amusement. I reached for the cookie once more, getting a grip on it, before slipping it slowly into my mouth. I held it by my teeth when I turned my head back to face a stunned Harry. “You know who’s good at this game? Niall. I should have had you play with him, so I wouldn’t lose.”

“No, no, no! You are not backing out now!” I teased.

“And what happens if I do?” Harry moved closer to me, slinging an arm around my waist and pulling me closer to his body, still warm from just slipping out of bed. He leaned in to place his lips to mine, my heart racing with every centimeter closer.

“I will spray this can of whipped cream all over you. In your hair, on your clothes, on your face, and then I will lock you out in the rain,” I whispered before pressing a quick kiss to his lips and looking back at him with a devious smile.

“Cookie me.” Harry demanded with a laugh. I placed the cookie in the palm of his awaiting hand. “I need a good coach for this. Be on you’re a-game Striker."

Harry tilted his head back, placed the cookie on his forehead, and folded his hands in front of his white tee shirt. He wiggled his eyebrows slightly causing the cookie to drop right into his eye socket. It was mostly because of the fact his head wasn’t tilted far enough. The cookie practically fell into his eye.

“Good Harry! Now move your cheekbones and blink you eyes!” I coached. Harry smiled extremely wide so his cheekbones flexed upward. The cookie moved down a bit when his cheekbones fell back into position. Then, he squeezed his eyes shut twice causing the cookie to move down even further. “You’re actually doing good!”

“Why thank you darling,” Harry teased in a very deep, British tone. He stretched one of his legs out, hooking me closer by the tip of his toes. I was now standing between his sweat pant clad legs with his feet crossed loosely around my legs. “What do I do now?”

The cookie was in the center of his cheek; too far for his tongue to reach out and grab it and too far for his facial muscles to help him out much.

“Um…try opening and closing your mouth.” I suggested. As soon as he stretched his mouth open the cookie fell right in to the corner of his mouth. Harry froze, unsure of what to do next. One wrong move could send the cookie sliding down his face and his butt out into the rain. “Harry, very carefully try to pull the cookie in with your tongue.”

Harry slowly poked his tongue out of his still open mouth. It snagged the corner, bringing it closer and closer to its destination. Suddenly, his tongue lost its grip on the cookie, sending it shattering to the ground in little pieces.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He shouted at the top of his voice, jumping off the counter directly in to me. I stumbled backwards a bit, but he caught me and pulled me into him, nuzzling his face in my shoulder as if pleading me not to go through with our little bet. “Do I have to go outside?” He asked with his bottom lip jutted out slightly.

“Afraid so Styles,” I replied with a smirk, “Don’t forget, I get to put whipped cream all over your face too!”

Harry groaned, pulling out a stool from the island while I shook up the whipped cream. I started down at his chin and did a huge swirly circle until his entire face was covered.

“Alls, I can’t see a thing.” Harry said as he tried to bat the cream from his eyelashes. I slipped my hand s into his which were resting lightly on his knees before guiding him slowly around the darkened, curvy hallways of the house.

“Don’t worry. The rain will wash it all of!” I assured him when I reached the back door. The rain was coming down harder than I’ve ever seen before. Little droplets bounced off every inch of the glass table on the porch and propelled even farther off the umbrella. With one quick motion, I flew open the sliding glass door and pushed Harry out into the downpour. Instantly, the cream dripped from his face and the fabric of his shirt began to cling tightly from his skin. He turned to see me laughing in the window which only caused him to raise his eyebrow and cock a side grin.

“You find this to be funny?” I heard him ask through the glass. Unable to properly speak through my laughter, I nodded and made a heart with my hands. Before I knew what was happening, Harry was bounding up to the door, slinging it open, and pulling me over his soaking wet shoulder.

“Harry put me down!” I cried, but it was too late. The rain already drenched my clothes and soaked me to the bone. My black tank top was sticking directly to my skin and my hair was beginning to heavily drip. Harry set me on my feet once we reached the very center of the backyard. The wet grass squished beneath my bare feet.

“You know the most romantic thing I’ve always wanted to do?” Harry asked. Sheets of rain were coming down around us. Harry’s curls hung flat around his face in darker strands then his usual chocolate brown making his emerald eyes stand out even more.

“Tell me,” I encouraged. Harry reached an arm behind my waist, pulling my body into his warm chest. He let his slender fingers tuck a loose strand of my wet hair behind my ear before cupping my cheeks so my lips hovered merely inches away from his.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss a girl who makes me go weak at the knees every damn day in the pouring rain.” He whispered gently. His eyes flickered between mine and my lips below them.

“So have you found her?” I teased causing the full lips in front of me turn into a smile before crashing into mine. The sensation was incredible. His lips held such passion, such care…such love. It made me go back to the day we first met, on my front porch. Both times Harry’s lips found their way to mine showing me a promise I had faith he could keep. The first time, it was a promise to keep in touch. Now, as our lips moved in sync in the pouring rain, I knew he was making a silent promise to love me. It was a promise neither of us had professed to one another before, but in this instant I knew one thing was for certain.

I was in love with Harry Styles.

And he loved me back.

Notes

Oooooo! Ally loves Harry!
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