Summer Break

“So Harry, was this your way of telling us that you’re going to be keeping Annabelle hostage before she has to leave.” Ashley asked accusingly.
“Uh…” Harry paused while replying to her. “Yea.” He admitted, making us all laugh.
When Harry had mentioned going out to dinner earlier, he wasn’t joking. He had already made reservations, and he made sure Ashley and Jake didn’t have plans. The restaurant was nice, inside and out. It reminded me of the first time Harry had taken me out; but this place didn’t even compare. I don’t know if that was because then it was just Harry and I, or that it was actually a nicer restaurant. I didn’t really care about how nice the places we eat are though, I just cared about us all being together. Over the summer we’d kinda become another family, though Harry and I didn’t spend as much time with Ashley and Jake towards the end of the summer. It was okay though, we were all okay. Dinner was nice, never awkward. Jake and Harry got along pretty well, and I’m sure Jake was more than happy to have Harry along all the time. It meant another man so he wasn’t surrounded by us women.
Ashley and Harry also got along well, he handled her nicely. She, of course, seemed to like him and not because he was famous, but because he was a genuinely nice guy to be around. Though she knew the things we had gone through with each other as both individuals and a couple, she didn’t care. She knew he was a good guy, and I was glad. I was so happy to be sat here at the table with the three of them, it reminded me of the first time we were all together. That was when Ashley and Jake wanted to play board games, thank goodness that didn’t happen again. But this was like that time, even from the first moment we all hung out, nothing was awkward, and that was so great. Though I could keep reminiscing, it was almost time to leave the restaurant. Harry and I had split a slice of cheesecake and a small crème brûlée, while Jake and Ashley shared a Panna Cotta –which I had never heard of- and a Baked Alaska, which I am sure Jake only got because of the fire.
It was a good meal, absolutely no complaints. The waiter, who had served us a different wine with every plate of food we got, didn’t fail at bringing us another for our dessert. It complimented the end of the meal so well, but I didn’t drink it all because I was not in the drinking mood. Drinking is something I will miss after leaving here, not getting drunk, just the simple taste of wine and the affect it has on the food you eat.
Remember when I walked out of Harry’s room that one day, and it felt like I was leaving him? Well it feels like that again, except with my two best friends. I knew I’d see them again, Probably tomorrow… definitely on my last day here, but I couldn’t help the sadness that went through my body. I only hugged them slightly because I didn’t want to start crying if I was going to see them again… I’d save my tears for then. So I packed some close into a small bag to take back to Harry’s room and left all my other close folded in the suitcase I got the chance to start packing before we went to eat.
It was a long day, an emotional one even, but good never-the-less. I was happy to sitting on the couch with Harry, watching the show that neither of us knew the name to. Do they not have intros to the shows or something? Seriously. But I guess it doesn’t really matter, or it won’t in a couple of days.
I was sitting at the end of the couch, with my legs stretched out in front of me so that my feet were on the table. Harry’s head was on my bare legs, his hair close to the end of my shorts. His body nearly took up the whole length of the couch. His laughter, that was loud when we first sat on the couch, had turned into soft chuckles. He pulled my hand from his hair, which I didn’t even realize was there, and took it in his, kissing the back of it. I looked down at him, watching his body turn so he was lying on his back looking up at me. I smiled, and then covered my nose with my free hand, scrunching it up a bit.
“What?” he asked, raising his brows.
“I’m making sure I don’t have boogies since you have a clear shot up my nose.” I admitted.
He laughed, not chuckled, “Oh, move your hand.” I did. “You’re okay.” He smiled making me smile as well.
He stared at me in silence before saying. “Lay with me.”
“What?” I looked at him with confusion clear on my face.
He sat up beside me, and then pushed me towards the front of the couch. “Get up.” He said, and I did. I watched Harry lay back down, and then reach to grab ahold of my hand. “Lay with me.” He repeated.
I moved onto the couch in front of him, my back to his front. I tried to scoot forward so he would have more room, but he pulled me closer to him.
“Can you see the television?” I asked, hoping me hair wasn’t blocking the view.
“Yea.” He answered.
I relaxed a little bit, moving my face toward the cushions of the couch. Harry’s hand ran through my hair, as his other held me securely by his waist.
“Thank can’t be comfortable, should I move? I can-”
“Baby, don’t worry about me. I’m comfortable, I love cuddling with you.” He whispered kissing me ear.
“Alright.” I sighed, trying to relax once again.
“What? Aren’t you going to say you love cuddling with me?!” he asks offended.
“No, I wasn’t…” I replied, keeping my head straight ahead until I couldn’t anymore. I turned my head to look up at a playfully angry Harry Styles. “I love cuddling with you.” I told him, smiling.
“And I’m the best cuddler ever.” He states.
“And you’re the best cuddler ever…” I laughed. “Better than a teddy bear.” I added.
“Oh, Annabelle. Are you trying to seduce me?” he smirked, leaning down to press his lips to mine.
“No, I just know the right things to say.” I shrugged, kissing him back.
“Mhhh.” He hummed, “one of the reasons why I… am so happy to be with you.” Shoot.
I looked back at him and smiled, despite how shitty I suddenly felt. “I’m a bit sleepy.” I told him, turning my head back toward the television.
“I know, it’s been such a hard day for you.” He laughed.
I laughed too, then put my left over his that was still on my waist. “I know, I had to wake up to a breakfast in bed, and then my boyfriend rubbed my tummy for me, also I sat around and watched a television show that neither of us know the name to all day. And as if that wasn’t enough, I had dress up and leave the hotel to socialize.” I ‘complained’.
“What a shit excuse for a life.”
“I know… I never even got my red velvet cupcake.” I said sleepily.
“You got red wine at dinner, I can sing bleeding love to you right now.” He says.
I laugh as my eyes drift close. “No thank you. I really am sleepy.”
“Alright,” he whispered next to my ear.
I started to feel my breathe getting heavier and heavier before I heard Harry.
‘Oh, you cut me open and I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love.

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