Loose Change (Harry Styles) [BOOK 2]

"I'm going to fucking kill him." Louis says as he shuts his car door violently.
"Calm down mate." Liam states in a calm tone as he places his hand on Louis' shoulder.
Louis shakes Liam's hand off and turns around to face him.
"No I'm not going to calm down. We we're out for hours searching for him and he's been here the whole fucking time! He's probably in his room with three dumb ass sluts right now." Louis adds through his clenched teeth.
I feel my stomach twist out of disgust at his assumption. He couldn't have possibly- well he could, but I hope he didn't.
I begin to twist a piece of my hair around my index finger as I begin to walk passed Louis and Liam, heading to the front door. I'm guessing Louis noticed my discomfort since as I passed him, his features softened and he even looked a bit guilty. I hear two car doors closing from behind me, I'm guessing Zayn and Niall, as I stand anxiously in front of the locked white wooden door.
"Let's just get inside already." Louis adds in a softer yet still angry tone.
I move aside as Niall walks up to the door and begins to unlock it.
I begin to shake a little nervously as I hear the sound of the many key chains crash together as Niall turns the key slowly in the lock.
At the sound of the door finally unlocking and opening, all the boys walk passed me and for some reason I can't move. My feet are cemented to the brick tile of the porch and I feel like a statue.
"Um Jane are you coming in?" Liam states as he walks up to me.
I cross my arms together awkwardly and I nod my head a little as I step inside.
As I pass the comfy, costly maroon colored wool couches, I hear Liam walk up to my side.
"Everything's going to be okay. At least Harry is safe." Liam whispers.
I continue looking forward as my feet lead me to the hallway and Liam walks passed me, heading to the hallway.
"At least I hope he is." I think I hear him mutter.
I shouldn't be making such a big deal about this, but I can't help it. The image of many girls throwing themselves at him repulses me as well as make me...well a little envious.
I shake my thoughts and I lower my hands to my sides as I speed up my pace. You shouldn't be thinking like that Jane. You're not your mother and you never shall be.
I clench my fists a little as I walk down the hall to where everyone else is. They are all standing in front of Harry's closed door and it amuses me a little. They look they're getting ready to kick his door down and arrest him for treason.
I think I watched too many old movies with my father when I was a kid.
"What are we waiting for?" Louis questions as he now crosses his arms, but him out of annoyance and aggravation.
Niall places his ear against the closed door and furrows his eyebrows in concentration.
"I think I hear snoring. He's sleeping." Niall mutters.
I feel my body relax a little at the sudden hope. Maybe he's not with women.
Louis walks up to Niall and pushes him aside as he begins to turn the door knob.
"I don't give a damn." he says.
As one by one the boys walk in, I hear the room become silent.
I raise an eyebrow, confused by the silence coming from the room. I'm surprised Louis isn't screaming already.
I wonder what th-
I feel my heart stop as I stand in front of Harry's room.
He's sleeping peacefully in his bed, the lamp beside him on and everyone around him, just staring. But that's not the thing that shocked me...
I walk inside the room with my lips slightly parted as I walk up to the big window. On the right of the window, there's a frame hanging on the wall. I place my hand on the glass as I see my drawing inside it. He framed my drawing?
I turn around slowly and I see how everyone is now looking at me. They all seem as confused as I am.
"Should we wake him up?" Zayn questions.
Liam narrows his eyes and nods his head.
"Ya. I think we should. I'm really confused right now." Liam says and we all agree.
I remain standing by the window as Zayn begins to shake Harry.
I turn my gaze to Louis who is looking straight at the frame next to me, intense in thought. His eyes meet mine for a second and he puts his hand through his hair as he looks back at Harry in silence.
"W-what." Harry mumbles as his eyes begin to open.
I feel my heart beginning to race inside my chest as he sits up and yawns.
"What are you all-"
He stops as his eyes meet mine and my stomach begins to turn.
"Where we're you lad?" Niall asks as he sits himself right next to Harry on his bed.
Harry licks his lips and turns his head to Niall.
"I just went to a store." he replies simply.
"Why the hell didn't you tell us or even call us or-" Liam begins.
"You all we're sleeping and I didn't want to wake you. And I'm sorry, but my phone died as I was heading to the store."
He rubs the back of his neck as he continues.
" Where did you guys go anyway?"
"We we're out fucking looking for you. We searched every damn club in this city and we're out for hours, because 'your phone died'." Louis comments as he stomps his way up to Harry's side.
Niall moves uncomfortably and gets up from the bed. He walks to Zayn and they both look at each other with 'here it goes' faces.
"We? Who's we?" Harry questions as he scowls at Louis.
"We as in all of us and Jane. What, are you that damn stupid that you didn't even notice that she wasn't here?"
Harry's jaw clenches and he looks infuriated as he stares at Louis. I can tell he's trying to keep himself together.
"Jane leave." Harry says as he continues looking at Louis.
What?
"Harry I-"
"Leave Jane and close the room door. Please." he adds.
I open my mouth to protest, but remain silent as he looks at me seriously.
"Please." He repeats.
Niall clears his throat awkwardly and I just nod my head in response as I walk out of the room, closing the door behind me.
I begin to walk back to my room, thinking that's what Harry wanted me to do, but then again...Harry doesn't control me. I stop and I turn around as I tip toe back to Harry's door. I bend down and I place my ear against the door like Niall did earlier, hoping to hear the conversation. I can only imagine how ridiculously child like I look right now, but I could care less at the moment.
"Why the fuck would you take Jane with you to a club?!" I hear Harry yell angrily.
Is that why he wanted me to leave? To scream at them about me? I don't know if I find that ridiculous or just plain idiotic. I'm not a child.
"It was actually about twenty- one clubs." Louis remarks.
I roll my eyes at his attempt to provoke Harry.
"Twenty one clubs. Do you not remember the fact that she got a panic attack!? And what if some drunk ass prick tried something with her!? Are you guys all demented or some shit!?" Harry screams in a higher and even scary tone.
"Harry we didn't even go inside one club. We just asked the bouncers if they saw you and you know I wouldn't let that happen." I hear Liam respond.
I hear a big sigh and I can tell it's from Harry.
"Just next time tell me okay." Harry states.
"What!? We we're trying to freaking call you and tell you, but you didn't answer! You could've called us from the house phone when you got home. It's not even broken anymore so you have no excuse." Niall defends.
"I was tired okay an-"
"And nothing. You obviously don't care about her that much if you couldn't even call back." Louis intervenes.
"Shut the fuck up. You don't know anything, alright?! I thought she was here. I wouldn't even be here right now if I knew she was gone at some club with you." Harry spits out.
I hear Louis begin to laugh and a shiver goes down my spine, it sounds so fake and cynical that it frightens me a little.
"If you found out, you either would've stayed here and done nothing or you would've used that as an excuse to go to the club and get drunk off your ass. I mean that's what you do and that's what you always do. So don't even pretend that you care about her because I know you don't." Louis retorts.
I feel nauseous and just plain sick to my stomach. Is Louis right? Does he even care about me?
I close my eyes and the image of the frame with my drawing pops into my mind and I open my eyes again. I'm not sure...
"Liam, you and Zayn look tired. You should all go back to the hotel. And you look a little tired too Niall, why don't you go to your bed." I barely hear Harry say.
I don't hear anymore voices for a few seconds, until Zayn speaks.
"Ya I am actually. Liam, Louis let's go."
I begin to hear foot-steps and I quickly run to the nearest room, the laundry room.
I peek out and I see Louis, Liam, and Zayn walking out of the room.
"You have to stop this." Zayn says to Louis.
Louis just shrugs and continues walking down the hallways without another word.
I hear the front door of the house close and I begin to walk back to Harry's room.
"Good night lad." I hear Niall mutter before he appears walking out of the space.
He looks at me and slightly waves, which I return before he disappears into his room.
I take a deep breath and I saunter into his bedroom.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Harry asks as he sees me.
I feel my eyes widen a little.
"I-I um what do you-"
"Jane, I know you. I'm not stupid."
I feel my stomach clench at his words.
"I'm sorry." I whisper shyly as I look down at the floor.
He doesn't respond and I automatically regret coming back in his room.
"I'm sorry...I-I'll leave now."
As I'm about to turn around, one word escapes his mouth that makes my heart beat out of my chest.
"Stay."
I see him walk out of his bed and he strolls himself over to me.
He's only inches away from me as he grabs my hand and stares down at me with his magnificently enchanting emerald green eyes.
"Okay." I simply whisper, causing a small smile to grow on his face.
He walks me to his bed and we both sit at the edge like we did that one night.
His hand is still holding mine, but I don't take mine out. I feel calm and comfortable and I don't want to ruin that. Besides, he was just screamed at by that pest and I think it's comforting him too.
"What shop did you go to?" I question.
He glances at the frame on the wall for a second before looking back at me.
"Well whenever Niall and I go to the studio, we always pass this antique store. I decided to see it one day and I noticed how they sell 'many' vintage looking frames and well...I hate having your drawing hidden. The frame is a little big for the drawing, but it looks good. You don't mind do you? I mean if you do I can take it down or-"
He stops as I use my free hand to trace his eyebrows, the sides of his nose, and now the border of his pink lips which are slightly parted as he stares at me in confusion.
"What are you doing?" He asks as his eyes stare straight into mine.
"I'm drawing you."
His eyes sparkle a little and the intensity in his gaze makes me shiver a little.
I stop and I place my hand on his right cheek, rubbing it with my thumb. I lean in and I place my lips on it, kissing his soft skin.
When I pull away, he looks a little stunned.
"I know you we're the one that invited Rose and the frame...thank you for everything." I whisper.
He opens his mouth but quickly closes it as he shakes his head.
"You don't have to thank me. Trust me."
"But I do. I mean you do so many things for me... You took me in when..well when my father abandoned me and you just are my hero I guess you can say."
I smile slightly and he stares at me with furrowed eyebrows, in concentration.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask as I squeeze his hand.
He shakes his head a little and turns his attention back to me.
"Nothing. I just...I kinda want to take your offer." He says.
I raise an eyebrow and he chuckles a little.
"I'm ready for that movie now." he adds.
I feel myself smile widely and I quickly pull us both up as I drag him to the TV room, making him laugh like a little kid.
...
"Okay, what do you want to watch?" I ask as I let go of his hand and I walk to the stack of movies.
I hear him walk up to me.
"Well what movie we're you guys watching before?"
"We we're watching Transformers, which bore me half to death. You really need to buy better movies Styles." I tease.
"Hey, Transformers is Niall's movie not mine." he defends.
I chuckle as I begin to read the titles of the many movies.
"American Pie?" I ask as I begin to read the summary on the back of the case.
He quickly snatches it out of my hand.
"No not this movie. You're too young for this movie." He teases back.
I gasp as I try to take it back.
"You're only two years older than me." I state as I try to hold back my laughter.
"It's unrated."
"Okay and?"
"That mean there's nudity and 'sexual intercourse.'" he says.
I feel my cheeks flush as I grab the movie from his hand and I place it back. I really do not want to see people naked, so I think I'll pass.
"Ya we should choose another one." I comment, causing him to laugh.
I roll my eyes and I hit his arm playfully.
"What movies do you own that are really good and don't involve people in their birthday suits?"
He raises an eyebrow and smiles foolishly.
"Birthday suit?"
"Ya you know. Birthday suit...skin sweater...I'm not having this conversation with you."
"Why can't you just say naked?"
He's obviously amused and I'm really trying not to laugh, but I know I'm going to end up failing.
"Why can't you just help me pick a movie?"
"Nah, I rather annoy you. It brings me joy."
"Well your doing a good job of it." I retort as a few laughs escape my lips.
I put a piece of my hair behind my ear and I feel Harry staring at me with a calmer and lazy smile.
"Is this one any good?" I ask as I show him the case.
He grabs it from my hold, touching my hand slightly as he does so. I feel my cheeks redden again and I place my hand on my arm as he observes it.
"Ya it actually is one of my favorites. Have you ever seen it, you know...before you..?"
"Um no. I haven't."
He nods his head and licks his lips before taking out the disk and placing it inside the machine, replacing it with Transformers.
"Can you turn off the lights?" he asks.
"Sure."
I walk to the end of the room, I switch the light switch off and I join Harry who is now on the couch.
I would usually sit on the other couch, but right now I want to be next to him. I want to really enjoy this with him.
He presses a button on the remote that he is holding and the TV screen begins to light up. He presses play on the DVD's menu and the beginning credits begin to pop up, showing the movie's title, Forrest Gump.
Harry's sitting all the way on the right of the couch and I decide to scoot close to him. I rest my head on his shoulder and I feel him place his arm around me.
...
As the movie's end credits appear, I begin to wipe the tears off my face. That movie was beautiful and just tragic.
"I see you liked it." I hear Harry whisper as he looks down on me.
I don't really remember how it happened, but I ended up laying down completely, my head rested on Harry's lap. He's just really comfy.
I sit up straight and I turn to him.
"I loved it. I just wish his wife would've survived. I mean she finally realized that she loved him after all those years of hurting him, but she ends up passing away. Dang I hate movie writers." I complain.
Harry chuckles a little and turns his body to look at me.
"Better than Transformers?"
I nod my head quickly and he smiles.
"I agree. These are the kind of movies I can watch many times." he says.
"Ya. Even though it's sad, I will definitely watch this again. I actually think this is my favorite movie now."
Harry's eyes roam my face and he wipes the moisture off my right cheek with his thumb softly, making my heart beat quicken in pace.
I look down shyly and I smile.
"Thanks." I mutter.
I feel him point my chin up and he stares into my eyes once again. I've always despised people staring at me, but with Harry...he can stare at me whenever he pleases.
"What's your favorite part?" He asks interested as he places his hand back to his lap.
"Well I don't know. The whole movie itself is lovely, but I don't really have a favorite part but I just like the idea of how everyone judges him in the beginning. They think he's this stupid man that tells factual stories about his life, but they always end up liking him and realizing that he's telling the truth."
"Wow."
"What?" I ask.
"I don't know. I've showed this movie to many people, but none of them thought about that."
I shrug.
"I'm not sure. Everyone has a different opinion I guess. That's just what I think."
He smiles a little.
"You're a very deep thinker." he comments.
"You have no idea."
He chuckles and I join him.
"What about you? What's your favorite part?"
"Hmmm. Well pretty much what you said. I don't really have a favorite part, just the idea."
I nod my head.
"Can you just imagine? This world...everyone in it are like those people at the bus stop and just everyone from that movie. Everyone judges people even if they don't know them. Why can't we all just be simple minded like Tom Hanks and just enjoy the great things in life?" Harry adds.
"I wish I had the answer. Trust me. I crave for that answer every day of my life." I admit.
"If only we had it." He whispers.
This time I grab his hand and I squeeze it tight.
"We can find it together you know."
He smiles and nods his head.
"Ya. I do now."
The room becomes silent as we both just stare at each other with our hands still holding each other.
"I want to tell you something." I say.
"You can tell me anything."
"I've never told anyone this before. I've only told one person. You must promise not to tell."
He scoots himself closer to me and squeezes my hand.
"I promise."
I take a deep breath and I look away from him.
"Jane-"
"When I was little, I would always wear a crown made of tin foil and I would pretend I was a princess. I used to sit on my bed and I would put my stuffed animals at the end and I would pretend that they we're horses and that my bed was a carriage that was taking me to a ball."
He doesn't respond and instead continues to stare at me. I pull my hand away and I place my hands on my face out of embarrassment.
"Oh geez I know that was random and weird but-"
"Why did you tell me that?" he questions as I feel my hands being pulled away from my face.
A soft smile is plastered on his face and I feel slightly calmer.
"I don't know. I just felt at that moment that I've known you for a long time and even though I haven't known you that long, I haven't felt this close or connected to someone in a while."
His smile grows wider.
"Who was your prince?" he asks.
I smile back, but I redden a little at the thought.
"Mr. Meow." I mumble.
"What did you say?" Harry asks as he begins to laugh a little.
"Mr. Meow." I repeat.
"Mr. Meow?"
I nod my head and I begin to laugh at the sight of Harry laughing uncontrollably.
"Was he a stuffed cat?" Harry questions as he continues smiling foolishly.
"No...stuffed pig."
Harry cocks and eyebrow and laughs even more.
"You know that pigs don't meow right?"
I grab a pillow from behind me and I hit him with it.
"Shut up I was five and I really liked cats." I defend.
He grabs the pillow from behind him and throws it at me.
"Hey!"
"You threw it first!" he says with his huge smile.
I grab both my pillow as well as his and I quickly get off the couch and I throw them at him as I run away.
I begin to giggle as I hear him laughing.
"I'm going to get you back!" I hear him say from the TV room.
I hide in the hallway and I cover my mouth with my hands to stop my laughter, but am failing miserably.
I don't think he's going to find me.
"AHH!" I yell as I feel him grab my waist from behind. I turn around and I feel him beginning to tickle my stomach.
I can't help but laugh uncontrollably.
"Let me go!" I plead in between laughter.
"Apologize for hitting me!"
"No!"
He smirks devilishly and continues to tickle me, causing me to fall to the floor.
"Fine! Fine! I'm sorry for hitting you!" I scream.
"What? I didn't hear you."
"IM SORRY!"
He lets go of me and smiles in satisfaction as he helps me up.
I smile at him evilly and he cocks an eyebrow.
"Jane."
I quickly run back to the TV room and once I'm there I grab all the pillows I can.
He chases me and I begin to throw pillows at him endlessly, many of them missing him completely.
One finally hits him and I smile victoriously until I see him fall to the floor.
He groans in pain and I quickly run to his side, guilt and worry suffocating me.
"Harry are you o-"
He pulls me to the ground and I scream as he rolls himself over me, his hands on the floor on both sides of my body.
We're both breathing heavily and I feel my stomach flutter as he leans his head down to my ear.
"I got you...I got you princess Jane."
He pulls his head back and continues to stare at me and to say I'm mesmerized is an understatement. I'm bewildered.
His eyes roam my face again and they stop on my lips. He licks his own, driving me insane.
"You lick your lips a lot." I say in between breaths.
His eyes meet mine before going back to my lips.
He leans his face again and I feel my eyes shut tight as he teasingly places a kiss on my cheek.
I bite my bottom lip which he notices and he leans his lips to my ear.
"And you bite yours a lot."
And at that moment I realized that maybe Louis was right. Maybe I am falling for Harry...

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