Rocking my world!

*Three hours later*
A buzzing from the side of my bed made me wake up. It was Claires phone ringing. The pretty blonde from earliers face flashing at me.
"Heyyyy took ya long enough!" she screamed
"Err....I.... hello." I awkwardly mumbled back
"Erm... you really dont sound like Claire, infact you sound a bit like.... oh my god." she breathed
"Yeah hi, I'm Harry, you must be Penelope?" I asked in my nicest voice
"Yesh... oh shit, sorry Harry could you please hold on, I'm going to die." I couldn't help but grin as she said the last word, what is it girls like about me I'm just... me.
"Sure, love, I can wait."
~Claire~
I woke up to Harry laughing on the phone. Not his phone. My phone. What? I groaned and rolled back over stuffing my face into the fluffy pillows, alerting him of my being awake. Not two seconds later I felt lips on my ears and hot breath running down my neck, making me shiver.
"Good morning sleepyhead" He cooed into my ear while gently tickling my back. I was sure I was sleeping, how did this happen?
"Morning... um who was that on the phone?" I said, sounding like a zombie.
"Well... er your phone was.. um ringing alot so I just picked up. It was Penelope" He said blushing lightly and smiling small. Aw.
"What did she want?" I ask rolling over to face him properly
"She didn't actually tell me, she did freak out a little bit when I introduced myself." He grumbled
"Well, that's probably because she is a huge fan of the band, completely obsessed with Niall and oh, a boy has never answered my phone before."
"Of Nialler eh? Hm..." He looked down and pecked me gently on the lips before pulling himself up and dragging on his Calvin Kleins, like any other teenage girl I looked at his remarkable tattooed body and sighed dreamily. I started giggling like the school girl I once was, making him spin around.
"What's so funny" He asked in that adorable accent of his.
"Ah, nothing" I stated matter of factly whilst pulling the cover up to my chin, still laughing.
"Tell me." He said.
"Neveerrr" I shouted, this amused him and he suddenly jumped through the air landing like a cat next to where I was layng, with a playful glare he whispered into my ear.
"I'm warning you... tell me or-" I began shaking my head as soon as the or came out of his mouth
"That's it." He growled before verociously tickling my sides, from my hips to my under arms, making me wriggle and giggle and scream
"Harry! Harry stooopppppp ahhhh!" I screamed.
"Tell me."
"No." For about five minutes he carried on with his torture before smirking and ripping the covers from my nude body, the cold ar hit me and I closed into a ball position covering myself.
"Oh no you don't, I figured another way to torture you." He said dipping his head and connecting our lips, the kiss was needy and passionate, once again my hands found there way into his dark curls and I felt him grin against my lips.
I knew at that moment, I was falling for Harry Styles.
~Later that day~
"Harry, darling, can you just do a normal one for us please, it's gonna' be a very busy day and you volenteered to go first, so come on love." The beautiful woman standing with the photographer begged Harry, she was so pretty, dark skin and hair and chocolate coloured eyes.
"Okay okay" He posed with his hands behind his back and just as the camera flashed he pouted and did a pose where he clung to the wall, I giggled for ages and he shot me a wink. We were sitting in the room next to the dressing room from last nights hotel and the boys were having seperate photoshoots done today. Harry decided to go in first, so he coul get all his plans out of the way and spend the day with me, he's adorable.
"Harry! For goodness sake!"
"Um, sorry to interupt, Harry I'm gonna go have a shower, is that okay?" I asked timidly.
"Of course baby, I won't be too long" He walked out of the blue box and pecked my on the cheek, making me blush, how could he be so affectionate infront of people, I was just plain awkwar in these situations.
As I picked up my water bottle I heard him shuffle into position
"Okay, lets go." He mumbled as I walked out of the room, hearing the shutter repeatedly I assumed he was now behaving before I heard
"Harry! Where are you going?" I spun around to see him jogging through the doorway.
"To have a shower!" He shouted back and winked, I laughed a little and he grabbed my hands tugging me into his warm embrace.
"Claire?"
"Harry?"
"Will you be my girlfriend?" Wait. I had known him a day, well I had known of him for almost four years. I had only ever dreamt of this moment, I was interupted in my train of thoughts by a tensing curly haired man.
"Yes Harry, yes I will." I leaned up to peck him on the cheek but he ippe my low to the floor an began kissing me Hollywood movie star style making me grin against his mouth.
We climbed into the shower together an he decided he wanted to wash my hair, the hot water cascaing down my boy mademe forget about the dull pain coming from down there, the feelings of his long fingers massaging my scalp made me feel heavenly, when it was my turn to wash his curls he had to bend slightly.
We got out of the shower around five minutes later, Harry had decided he wanted to blow dry my hair, when he was done, it felt soft and smooth and my head felt heavenly. What did I do to deserve this? He got up wrapping a bandanna around his head pushing the mop of hair back still only in his towel, he turned towars me giving me a cheeky wink and a grin, making the dimple on the left side of his face pop out to see me. I sighed. I couldn't stop comparing myself to Harry's ex's. Kendall, Taylor... they were all pretty. pretty are you shitting me? they are the definition of beauty, walking aphrodites and then here I am, Harry must have looked up into the mirror at the moment my first tear slid own my face, burning my cheek because he gasped an ran to me.
"Claire? Baby what is it?" He asked grabbing my wrists and feverishly trying to brush away the new race of tears strolling from my eyes. That was it. I had lost it completely falling into his chest and sobbing. Oh god. "Baby I can't help if you don't tell me what it is" He cooed into my hair whilse rubbing my back. Why oh why was he so perfect?
"H-harry I-I can't" I sobbed, shivers racking my bones
"You can't wha? Tell me? Of course you can tell me!" He gaped
"It's-s just, I'm- may aswell say it now- I dont feel good enough for you Harry, look at you, then look at me. It's always been that little dream I wanted to come true and now it's coming crashing down because of who I am, of how... I-" I was cut off by piercing green eyes burning into my watery blue ones.
"No. Absolutely not. You do NOT put yourself down! Why do you not feel good enough? You are perfect. Do you hear? Perfection radiates from you, I will not let this happen, finally I feel free around somebody and she thinks she doesn't deserve me. Well tell me, what makes Harry fucking Styles so much better then everyone else, love?" I could see the tears forming behind the depths of his mossy eyes.
"I-I'm sorry for crying like that, I dont know what came over me..." I lied. Of course I knew, it was jealousy.
"It's okay princess, come on, love lets go out." He murmurs before chastily pecking me on the lips, I grinned and that made him smile too, I turned to examine us in the mirror, I was standing in one of harry's black hoodies with my jeans, my hair a perfect mess of curls and ray bans on. I hadn't bothered too much with my makeup really, just some mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss, I grinned again looking at the perfect stack of muscle, sex and love standing behind me. My boyfriend. He began humming then, the tune to "does he know" filling my ears, I couldn't help it I jumped up and down singing the chorus
"ooohhh toniighht you're mine baby does he know that you'll never go back oh does he knowwwww?" I shouted, he began singing then too and we went from cute couple to crazy couple in under ten seconds, when we finally calmed down a bit we were both giggling crazily. Harry fixed his Ramones T-shirt and black skinny jeans, he quickly whipped his iPhone out of the back pocket and dragged me to the wide mirror on the dresser wrapping his arms around me burying his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder, he had gone onto the app Penelope used all the time Retrica he had set the camera up so it was in black and white and told me to 'take the phone and you smile looking at the mirror, okay?' I nodded and grinned at the mirror, positioning my head so it caught my better side. I realised at that moment that it didn't matter if you were really a walking goddess standing next to Harry you felt beautiful no matter what.
"Ready baby?" He asked looking down at his phone, he asked, honestly what was he doing on there? It was practically glued to his hand.
Maybe he's texting someone else... my subconciousness sneered at me. No. No I wouldn't allow myself to think this! I noticed after a while that my phone was buzzing over and over, various notifications blowing it up. I opened twitter first.

Harry Styles followed you.

It didn't matter right then that I was even standing with him in the middle of the hallway I jumped up and down squealing. I had waited for this day for EVER.
As I clicked on his profile I saw why my phone had been going mental. He had posted the picture we had just taken on his twitter, and instagram apparently considering I saw the blue link. The image appeared and surely enough there we were. Together. Ohmigod. The shock only grew as I saw the amounts of replies, retweets and favourites which it had gotten, I noticed the caption then. "Hi guys, isn't she beautiful? She doesn't believe me :(" he had tagged me in it so every fan who decided they loved or hated me comments came to my phone, the first few were really sweet.
Why doesn't she believe you? Shes gorgeous!

Aw you guys! Are you like a thing...

This is so cute I just can't! That one made me chuckle, that's how I was with twitter and the boys, 'dem feels'. Then I stopped breathing.
Ew what is that? Harry is wayy out of her league haha!
Fat whore

Ugly bitch!

Die!!!!!!!!!! WHAT?! I'm sorry guys but that's a bit far.

~Harry~
I hoped she didn't mind I had asked a friend a favour to find out her instagram and twitter. It wasn't really that hard on twitter I just typed in her name and boom she was there. My heart fluttered in my chest at the sight of her in a jumper and jeans. So beautiful. She didn't even have to try! I couldn't believe her little breakdown earlier, it really got to me, made me feel helpless. I couldn't figure out why she was so guarded, so hateful on herself, I saw the scars on her arms, I felt my heart squeeze as I forced myself not to kiss them or ask her why.
When I was done I watched her take out her phone, watched her open twitter first and then heard her chuckle as we walked I soon realised she had stopped and when I whirled around to ask why I froze at the sight of her. All the happiness from earlier had vanished, taking the colour from her cheeks, she was looking down at her phone when the first tear drop hit it, I saw it splash. She looked up at me then, I hadn't noticed I was moving until I wrapped my arms around her waist, for now I would just hold her, I would hold her forever just to keep ? and I saw then.
Fat whore

Ugly bitch!

Die!!!!!!!!!!
Anger flashed through me in a second. Who does that? I mean seriously, I love my fans more then life itself but sometimes they just pushed too far. Now was one of those times. I looked up to her broken face, cooing in her ear not to listen and to concentrate on the nice things when I was suddenly whipped back to when I had this problem.

*Flashback*
Harry Styles can't even sing, Harry Styles the manwhore. Find yourself someone your own age. We hate you harry. I hate you, you...
I looked up to see Niall staring at me, I felt the cold tear run from my eye to my jaw. Great I'm crying. Again. The interviews were bad enough, not to mention the difficulty of the show. What had I done so wrong to make these people loathe me? I always tried to be nice even if they didn't want to give me the time of the day. I thought about quitting. I couldn't go on like this, what did I do wrong? I'm sorry... I thought about deleting my twitter account but then I continued reading down.
Wtf? Harry is such a nice guy! Leave him alone

Don't listen to them Hazza! We love you!

Jealous aresholes that's it harry #staystrong
These were the people that kept me going. The fans.
And now they were doing it to someone I... lo-liked alot. I couldn't bear it.
~Claire~
He held me for what felt like forever, every second making me feel stronger, when my phone beeped again he grabbed it and slipped it onto mute and into his pocket next to his.
"No. Not gonna let them ruin your day, where first?" He asked gently.
"I have never been to London before, most certainly not sight seeing so I guess it's up to you" I added at that moment by stomach decided to make a noise like a whale and Harry burst into laughter grabbing my hand.
"Breakfast first?" He asked. I blushed.
"Sure!"
"We should leave fast before Niall heres the mention of food, and today I want you all to myself!"
"Okay! Lets go" I sqealed leaning up and kissing his face gently, he closed his eyes and moaned and I froze.
"No don't stop!" He whined.
"Harry, we need to leave" I winked while patting my playfully.
Yeah go on fatty go get some food! I'm sure Harry will just lovvve you then!

Notes

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