Falling for Harry Styles

“Good afternoon Brazie,” I sang as I skipped into his office. “I’m sorry I’m late,” I said plopping onto the couch. “I couldn’t find the strength to peel myself out of bed this morning.”
His eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Why is that, are you hurting again?”
“Oh, no,” I smiled wide and let out a snicker. “’Was just too happy and sated to leave.”
He hummed and scribbled as he asked, “Why is that?”
I smiled, “There’s a big, lanky, warm cuddle machine that has the cutest pouty face that I just can’t resist.”
He let out a light chuckle, “Well I can relate that. That is a very plausible reason and your tardiness is forgiven.”
I giggled and nodded in appreciation, “Thanks.”
“So… how would you gauge your pain level today?”
“Five,” I thought over it for a minute and nodded, “Yeah, five.”
“That’s down a bit from last week, that’s good.” I smiled in response. “Last week we left off talking about Jen so- I’m sorry Jennifer-”
“No, it’s alright,” I corrected his flustered look with a smile. “I don’t mind; you can call her Jen.”
“Okay,” he nodded with an appreciative smile. “So can you tell me your favorite memory of Jen?”
A dumbfounded look crossed my face as I thought. “Hmm? I don’t know…. There’s just so many of them…” the room was silent as I racked my brain trying to pick one sole memory to label as my favorite. “I don’t know if I can pick just one. I’ve had so many moments with my sister that are meaningful to me.”
“Alright, well it doesn’t have to be just one. We have time and I would love to hear them all if you don’t mind.”
I uttered a giggle, “Okay, then. Well one of my fondest memories has to be this one time; I think I was like thirteen and my parents were away on an anniversary trip or something and Fer and I were home alone. We had ordered some pizza and I convinced her to watch some scary movies even though we both knew I was a big chicken when it came to those sort of things. Needless to say, I was terrified so she let me curl up to her and hide my face when it got to be too much.” I smiled fondly at the love bubbling up in me. “She was always really good at comforting me.”
He was nodding and smiling as he jotted down a few notes. “Why do you call her Fer?” he asked curiously.
“It was a joke in the beginning. She called me Lee and I called her Fer. We each had many different pet names from the members of our family and we decided why not have our own nicknames.”
“That’s really adorable,” I blushed as the comment and mumbled a thanks. “Keep the good memories coming,” he lightly encouraged.
“We made up this language one time,” I averted my eyes, self-conscious, as I admitted it. “Only we understood it and we got weird looks whenever we talked around other people. I guess we sounded crazy, or something. We called it ‘sisternese’.” He barked out a laugh and I couldn’t help but chuckle, Yeah I think I was like six when I came up with the name.”
“That is like the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”
‘Thank you,” I blushed as I said it. “And one time we got into a big fight because our parents were going to let us paint our room. She wanted to paint it red, her favorite color, and I wanted to paint it my favorite color, blue. We argued for about a week and our parents finally settled the dispute saying we were going to paint it a combination of the two, purple. Surprisingly we both agreed pretty quickly and happily at that. We had a very fun, messy time painting. We decided on this like lavender color that matched our furniture. Then we had a-whole-nother spat about how to decorate,” I smiled fondly. “We had some not-so-good ones too. I have this scar on my finger,” I raised my finger in indication of the small crescent of raised skin. “We were playing in the park on day and she tripped on some loose barbed wire from a torn down fence. She got her shoes all tangled up in it and I sliced my finger trying to get it off of her. She escaped nearly unscathed with just a couple shallow cuts on her ankles.” I smiled down at the mark. Despite the incident, it made me happy to realize she would always be a part of me in this strange way. “I on the other hand was nearly traumatized,” I said in a light, sarcastic manner.
He laughed lightly as the timer sounded, “Well Natalie, we have made wonderful progress. I will see you next week.”
“Bye Brazie,” I called over my shoulder as I smiled, waved and left the room.
I dialed Perrie on my way to my car. “Hello?”
“Hey sweets; I just got done with my appointment. We’re still on right?”
“Yep! I’ll head to the café now and see you in fifteen.”
“Okay Love; see you then.”

“So um… what did I interrupt when I called yesterday?” she quirked an eyebrow at me.
I fought the tint in my cheeks as I tried to shrug nonchalantly, “We had just woken up… we were talking.”
She gave me an incredulous look, “Really?” I nodded hesitantly. The silence was almost tense for the next few moments. “I’m your best friend; you’re supposed to tell me when you get laid.”
“Do you have to be so vulgar?”
“I want details.”
“No, absolutely not!” I said in defense. “I am not about to divulge the intimate details of what happens in the bedroom between me and Harry.”
“Why not? We’re friends; isn’t that what were supposed to do?”
‘I- just that’s…. it’s a little weird.”
She scowled in thought, “I don’t think it’s weird. It’s not weird for me.”
I sighed as I felt myself caving, “What kind of details?”
She smiled in triumph, “How did it happen?”
“We were taking a bath; one thing led to another and it just sort of happened,” I shrugged not really knowing how to describe it.
“Who initiated it?”
I couldn’t understand how this was so easy for her to talk about; I was squirming in my seat in discomfort. “Depends on what you mean by initiated… I technically said it but he started kissing my neck first.”
She hummed with a smirk, “How did it feel?”
I felt my cheeks grow pinker with my embarrassed smile, “Amazing; euphoric; a little painful.”
“Well you lost your virginity, of course it was painful.”
“Okay can we stop talking about this now?” I looked around trying not to squirm anymore in my discomfort.
She chuckled, “Alright, alright, geez you’re so innocent.” She smiled lightly as she teased. “So I think Zayn and I set a date.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, “All tentative on the tour schedule, of course. But they are supposed to be done around the end of November, so we were thinking early December before Christmas.”
“Well good. I hope it all works out,” I smiled in reassurance.
“Yeah,” she scoffed out, “Me too.”
“Hey,” I gave her a serious look. “You’ve lasted this long. You’ll make it.”
She sighed out as she nodded, “I know, I know.”

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