Heartbreaker
Chapter 1
"Har," I cooed softly whilst shaking his limp arm, "Har." I repeated, a little harsher that time, and smacked the back of his head. He groaned at the contact and rolled over onto his back, falling back into his slumber again.
I chuckled at the sight of his usually pristine white shirt as it was covered in dry mud and grass stains — his fault for deciding to pass out on the grass. I sighed in frustration and crouched beside him, patting his toned stomach rhythmically.
"Har baby, get up before mommy and daddy realise you weren't at home last night." I teased, tapping my finger pads gently across his chest. He growled at me quietly and peered open an eye to fixate it on me.
"Don't call me 'Har', Morg." Justin teased, smirking at me. I tore the emotion from my face and stared blankly at him, but it didn't take long for me to start laughing. He always managed to make me laugh.
"Now get up you dirty stop out, it's almost 6 a.m." I smacked his arm and stood up right, flattening out and pulling down my strapless, black knee length, body hugging dress. He let out an audible sigh and eventually jolted up from his place on the floor.
"How can you be so... awake? I feel like I've been dragged through a hedge." He said in a raspy, morning tone as he rubbed his palms over his eyes. I'd be lying if I said I didn't believe it was sexy. Tilting my head to look at him from head to toe, I laughed.
"You look like you have too," I smirked at his eye roll, "And I guess I can just handle my drink better than you." I heard him scoff and look at me in disbelief. I brought both my eyebrows up in questioning and stared intently at him as he stretched.
When his eyes met mine again and he read my expression, he chuckled, "Oh come on Morgan, we both know you're not a drinker so clearly you either had a really strong coffee or you're just weird." I blushed, he knew me too well.
"I'm just weird," I shrugged, "But you love me that way so..." I trailed off cockily, rocking back and forth on my grey leopard print Nike Airmax. I must say they were like the most comfortable shoes ever, I'd choose them over heels any day.
"Don't get cocky, Horan, it isn't a good look on you." He let out a chuckle and I simply shrugged at him. I saw his eyes trail down my body and back up mine, "That dress is though." He smirked, winking playfully at me.
I couldn't help but blush. It doesn't matter who is complimenting of flirting with me — it just happens in habit. Harry was one of my closest friends though, maybe my best, so I could never tell whether he was just being nice or something more.
"Shut up, Styles. Lets go!" I exclaimed, using my hand to gesture for him to follow me. Eventually I was off the grass and on the empty morning road with Harry by my side, groups of other hungover teens walking, or stumbling, back home near us. I couldn't help but smile in appreciation that I don't drink.
"Don't stand there all smug because you're not suffering, Morg." Harry snapped me from my happy gaze with a smirk on his peachy lips. I frowned at his use of my nickname but shrugged, crossing my arms over my chest and rubbing my un-toned biceps to gain some heat.
I shivered slightly and Harry must have noticed because he began shrugging off his leather jacket. I felt a weight rest over my shoulders and immediate heat take over my torso, he had placed it ever so gently on me, hugging me into his side as we walked.
"Thanks, Har." I smiled up at him, wrapping my arm around his clothed waist and clinging onto the material of his shirt. He nodded as if to say 'you're welcome' and kept his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders.
We had been walking for about fifteen minutes when we closed in on our houses — we had lived next door to one another for over eleven years, that's how we met and became close friends. I slid my arms through the sleeves of Harry's jacket as I made my way across my backyard to the pipe I continuously climbed up whenever I sneaked out.
"Ok, now be quiet and give me a push." I demanded quietly, clasping onto the thick pipe that led up to the balcony that connected to my bedroom with both hands and awaiting Harry's support.
A second later I felt his hands cupping my feet, pushing me up slightly so that I could climb more easily to the top. I dusted off my hands on his jacket as he jumped silently up onto the balcony with ease, and pushed his hands deep into his pockets.
"What did you tell your mom last night?" He asked me, sitting on the edge of the balcony and letting out a small yawn — his balcony was just across from mine so he usually jumped across from each whenever he needed too. Which was most of the time.
"That I needed to get some serious studying in so I didn't want any interruptions. They'll be going out at seven anyway." I shrugged, beginning to unzip his jacket to return it to him but he shook his head and got up, clasping the collar in both his hands.
"Same here, my moms probably going to be in all day and I really don't know how I'm gonna face her with this headache," he sighed, "You should keep this on, it's freezing." I watched his strong hands zip up the jacket once again and run his hands down my arms.
I pondered for a minute, "Why don't you get your pj's and chill here? My parents are out all day." I suggested, shrugging. I saw a small smirk arise on his lips and an eyebrow raise in amusement. I creased my eyebrows together and he parted his lips.
"If you want me so badly, baby, all you gotta' do is ask." He winked, running his tongue across his lips. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, "I'll be over in five." He stated with a chuckle just as he pounced from my balcony to his own.
I shook my head softly and spun around, silently pushing down the handle to my bedroom and opening it as quietly as possible, nibbling on my lip in concentration as I slid through the small gap I had made, and landed my feet softly on the cream carpet that spread throughout my room.
Tiptoeing into my walk in closet, I began to remove all my clothes and place my shoes back on the silver rack hanging from the wall. I replaced my tight dress with a pair of grey sweats and a baggy white jumper and quickly shoved on a pair of thick socks.
Quietly creeping out of the closet, I proceeded to take out my earrings and was putting my hair into a messy ponytail when an arm wrapped around my waist and a hand over my mouth. My heart beat raced as I attempted to pry the hand from my mouth and remove myself from the person, but they were too strong and eventually pulled me back so much that we both fell backwards onto my bed.
Only when I looked at the hand over my mouth did I realize it was Harry due to the black watch on his veiny wrist — and the fact that they were clean and smelled fresh like he always did. Instead of fighting I just lay limp and let my arms fall at my sides. After a few moments he moved his hand from my mouth.
"Hey, baby." He whispered, moving his hand from my waist, expecting that I would move from him — but I didn't. "Morg, you can get off now," he chuckled a little breathlessly, "Seriously Morgan you way a tonne." He began to push me off to the side.
I gasped and turned to face him with offense basically stamped on my face, "Thanks for calling me fat, friend." I scoffed, pushing his body onto the left side of the bed with some difficulty. "You're no piece of paper yourself — I feel like I'm pushing a whale." I whisper–shouted, getting myself comfortable on the bed.
"Chill, Morgan, I was kidding!" He defended, clearly amused at my reaction. I glared at him for a moment before turning my gaze to the television and turning it on, putting on a random movie to play in the background whilst I idly played on my phone, ignoring Harry completely.
It was about a quarter of the way through the movie and other than a few gorgeous chuckles from Harry, it was silent. My Facebook newsfeed was getting really boring so I was hoping he'd start trying to butter me up soon.
"Morg," he sang quietly, rolling onto his side — here we go, "Can you go make me a sandwich?" My eyes went wide and I looked at him in disbelief, I was expecting an 'I'm sorry, want me to tickle your belly while you fall asleep?'
"Can you go fuck yourself?" I grinned sarcastically, roving my eyes back to the illuminated screen of my phone. I heard him sigh and felt the bed jiggle as he moved closer to me, dumping an arm across my stomach and looking up at me with his deliciously green puppy eyes.
"I'll tickle your belly if you do?" He smirked, knowing I loved having my belly rubbed or tickled because it soothed me. I locked my phone and placed it on the end table beside the bed so that it could charge and turned on my side to face him.
"Rub my belly now and when my mom and dad have left, I'll make you a sandwich." I bargained, raising my eyebrows to await his answer. He squinted his eyes at me and pursed his lips for a moment, thinking.
"Ok," he finally said, "I don't think that's fair considering you'll fall asleep but whatever." He shrugged his free shoulder, pouting at me. Brushing off his adorable begging expression, I grinned and turned onto my back so that he could proceed.
Hooking my arms behind my head, I looked down at him and nodded my head to my stomach. He sighed and pushed up my jumper until it rested over my ribs, lazily slumping his cold hand onto the hot surface of my stomach afterwards.
I smiled in content as his fingers started drawing miscellaneous shapes around my naval, occasionally reaching my sides and sliding back again. I could feel myself drifting off and I saw that he was too as his head snuggled into my chest. I removed my right arm from behind my head and ran my fingers through his soft locks, knowing that it helped him sleep.
My eyes fluttered open an inch and I studied the new position I was in — my face was lay on Harry's chest, my right cheek directly on his left pectoral allowing me to hear his comforting heartbeat and he had his arm around my shoulders and his other over the hand which rested on his stomach.
The television was still on, and knowing the movie all too well, I knew that it had only been about 30 minutes due to where it was up to. I also knew that it was close to seven and my mom would do her morning checks on me and my brother.
She never minded Harry staying over, especially since she knew he was a good guy and that my brother would knock five sorts of crap out of him if he hurt me — which he never did. Touch wood.
I decided to try and get some more sleep and began to close my eyes when I heard my bedroom door creak open. I knew it was my mom so I pretended to be asleep in hopes that I wouldn't disturb Harry.
"Morgan, darling, are you awake?" I heard her whisper from above my head. I let out a quiet snore and Justin let out a much louder one but somehow it seemed musical. She let out an 'aw' and brushed the ponytail from my face.
I snuggled into Harry more and hooked a leg over his own. I heard my mom tiptoe around the room, turning off the television and covering us both over with the blanket that rested on the end of my bed, kissing my temple softly.
"Honey, are you re–"
"Sh!" My mom hushed my dad as he appeared nearby. "They're sleeping." She whispered. I let out another soft snore to make it more believable and as though it was timed, Harry did too.
"They look like the perfect couple," I heard my dad whisper and my mom chuckle softly as though she agreed, "You know, I've always wanted her to have a boyfriend like Harry. He's a good kid, he protects her and always makes her happy," he sighed, "They'll always have each other."
I couldn't help but crack a smile. He was right — I'd always have Harry and he'd always have me. We had been friends for so long that it was just inevitable that we would be forever.
Eventually, the door creaked close and the faint tap of their shoes against the laminated stairs was the only sound left — as soon as that was gone, I sighed in content and began to drift off again with a smile on my lips.
"Your parents love me." He whispered, and I didn't even need to look up to see him smirking — I could just tell. I giggled softly and felt my cheeks heat up as he placed a long kiss onto my forehead.
"Good thing I do too."
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10/12/13