Falling for Harry Styles

Waking up in his bed, in his arms usually helps on days that are particularly hard. The pain isn’t so incessant now, but I still have days that I wake up with a heaviness on my heart. After the virtual spilling of my guts at dinner last night, today is one of those days. There isn’t a longing tug in the back of my mind to go and have a drink, but maybe Brazie’s theory will work to dull the ache anyway.
I unwrapped Harry’s arms from my body and pulled myself out of the bed with a protesting groan from him. I watched as he moved closer to my side of the bed and his hands felt around the empty space. There was an annoyed sound from the back of his throat and he settled for snuggling into my pillow instead. His cheek was squished with the awkward angle his head was laying and his lips puffed out with his shallow breaths. I smiled at him as I felt a wave of happiness wash through me and I pushed a few curls out of his face and lightly stroked his cheek with my thumb.
I leaned down and pressed my lips into his forehead. “I love you so much,” I breathed out.
I shuffled into my room and pulled on a pair of joggers with a tank top and some trainers. I pulled my hair into a messy bun before I grabbed my iPod and my keys, tucking my headphones into my ears and my keys into my pocket. I turned on my workout playlist s I made my way to the kitchen. I scribbled out a brief note to Harry and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before heading out the door.
I jogged at a leisure pace down the street en route to a nearby park with a nice little trail. Before long I could feel the burn in my muscles and I smiled; it was working. I continued on, doing evenly spaced intervals of sprinting before returning to my leisure jog. After a while my muscles were screaming at me and I couldn’t feel the ache in my chest anymore. I turned and made my way back home, chugging my water and pulling out my head phones.
When I got home I made my way into the kitchen, drinking down more water. I saw Harry quietly enjoying a bowl of cereal.
“Morning babe.”
“Morning, Hazza,” I replied taking a seat next to him.
“Where’d you get off to?” he asked curiously.
“I went for a run. Brazie thinks it will be a good alternative for dealing with the pain.”
He dropped his spoon with a loud ‘clang’ against the bowl. He turned to me and wrapped both arms around me as he pulled me closer and creased his brows. “You’re hurting again?” he almost whined.
I smiled reassuringly, “It’s just a dull ache Haz. I think last night, revealing all that baggage, might have spurred it on.”
His lips pouted and he nuzzled into my sweaty neck, placing light kisses there. I giggled as he stopped and stayed resting his head there. “So he thinks running will help…?”
“Yea,” I replied as I latched my arms around his neck. “Apparently the exertion of your muscles helps. It really does though. He also suggested reading and…. You….”
He sat up and looked into my eyes with a confused crease in his brow. “Me?”
I smiled shyly as my cheeks tinted as I nodded. “Like spending time with you and stuff…” I trailed off in embarrassment as my cheeks pinked more and I looked away shyly.
“Oh,” I saw his eyebrows raised suggestively out of the corner of my eye. He smirked, “Stuff.” I giggled at him. “You know, you look extremely sexy when you’re all sweaty like that,” he said as he crawled his fingers up my arm.
I chuckled and shoved his hand away, “Thanks Haz. I’m going to go shower.” I said trying to get up.
I was grabbed before I could stand, “Is that an invitation?”
I chuckled again as I pushed him off. “No Haz.”
“Aw, why not?” he pouted cutely.
I pecked his forehead, “Because.” I ignored his cute petulant pout and sauntered out of the room.

Notes

Kind of a filler chapter guys... we are nearing the end it's in the works in my mind.