All I Ever Wanted

“Ahh The Notebook, a classic! You’re a girl, so you love this movie, eh?” Harry chuckled as he put the movie into the DVD player and then moved over to the couch where I was already digging into the Chinese takeout.

“It’s okay. A little too sad, but it’ll do!” I mumbled, trying not to lose any rice.

“Are you sure? We can change it! I just thought it’d be good since you’re a girl.” He grinned.

“It’s fine! Thanks for noticing that I’m a girl.” I joked.

Harry grinned and leaned back into the couch to watch the movie. I sat there eating my food, staring at Harry. He didn’t notice. He was too into the movie. By the time the movie was over, Harry had watery eyes. I reached over and patted his hand. “It’s okay Harry.” I giggled.

“Hey, don’t laugh at a poor, sensitive boy!” He reached over and tickled me, sending shivers up and down my body. I laughed so loud and kicked and screamed until he finally turned me loose. “That’s what you get for laughing at me.” He smirked.

I was breathing heavy, still on alert, in case he tried to tickle me again. “I will never make that mistake again!” I joked.

It was past one in the morning. I had to be at the studio in a few hours so I knew I needed to leave soon. “Thank you for tonight, Harry. I seriously don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t bumped into you.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” His vibe immediately became timid, as if he wasn’t sure how I’d react.

“He was just some guy I was beginning to favor. He asked me out to dinner, and then never showed.” I smiled. “It was mostly just the sting of rejection. But then I found you and my night completely turned around! Thanks again. It means a lot!” I started to get off the couch and search for my things.

“He’s stupid, you know. You’re a great girl.” He looked so serious, all jokes aside.

I looked up at him. I wanted to jump on him and never let him go.

Sheesh boys make life so complicated.

Instead of being weird and tackling him, I just smiled.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

All of the sudden the door burst open and I spun around in shock. In walked Zayn and Niall, both with sheepish grins on their faces.

“Hope we weren’t interrupting anything! We brought donuts.” Zayn exclaimed, punching Harry in the arm.

“I didn’t know you two were here, too!” I said, smiling.

“Yeah, we came along to help Harry pick the perfect place - and to call dibs on our bedrooms when we visit!” Niall said, shoving a whole donut into his mouth. I shot Harry a confused look. He smiled back as I took a donut.

“My dad is helping me find a house out here. We’re here a lot for interviews and stuff and I just kind of want a place to get away to when I can. I love LA.” He looked at me, waiting for a response as I soaked in the fact that this hunk of burning love was about to own property in the town that I currently spend most of my time.

“Harry, that’s awesome!” I cheered. “Well, thanks for the donut, you guys.” I hugged Zayn and Niall. “It’s nice to see you two again!” I grabbed my things and made my way to the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?!” Niall jumped in between me and the door.

“Um, to my hotel?” I was confused.

“Why go back to your lonely hotel room when you can stay here and have a slumber party with us?” Niall was serious, but Harry and Zayn giggled.

“Really?” I asked, looking over to Harry.

“Hey, it’s us and donuts, or that lonely room of yours! You pick!” Harry flashed me a cheeky grin.

“You three are lucky you have donuts on your side.” I threw my stuff down by the door and grabbed another donut on my way to the couch.

“What are we going to do at this slumber party?” I asked. “We can’t watch movies cause Harry might cry again.”

I shot him a smirk. He lunged from his spot on the couch to where I was and began to tickle me until I thought I was going to pee. “OKAY OKAY YOU WIN! I FORGOT! I’M SORRY!” I begged for mercy and he finally quit. I jumped off the couch, and sprawled out onto the floor.

“Well, I vote we go get more food.” said Niall.

“Niall, everyone’s stuffed, but you.” Harry joked.

“Hey, don’t assume. I’m starved!” I said, reaching for the empty donut box. “Thanks for hogging the donuts, Niall.”

I rolled my eyes at him and he picked me up and threw me on the couch and Harry began to tickle me again.

“SHEESH OKAY IM SORRY NIALL! MAKE HIM STOP!” Harry looked to Niall and Niall nodded. Harry stopped tickling me and I retreated to my safe spot in the floor.

Zayn rummaged through the closet. “Hey I found this old Monopoly game. Anyone interested?”

“Meeee!” Harry waved his hand in the air like he was back in preschool.

Zayn brought the box out and he and Harry began to set the game up while Niall and I searched the mini kitchen for food. We settled on a bag of potato chips and headed for the couch where the game was ready.

“So why aren’t Liam and Louis here?” I asked as Harry took his turn at Monopoly.

“Liam flew out to spend extra time with Danielle before we go out on tour and Louis just likes being home with his little sisters. He’ll probably go visit Eleanor at uni.” Niall explained.

“I wanted to see Perrie, but she’s on tour now, so.” Zayn added.

“Oh. Well I’m glad I get to know you three better. I can’t tell you how many times I prayed this day would happ-.” I cut myself off. I forgot that they had no idea that I was their biggest fan.

“Oooh you’re a big fan, eh?” Niall grinned.

“Um, no. I, uh –“ I stuttered.

“Oh my god don’t tell me you’re a fangirl. WAIT, do you have one of those fan websites? Look at her blush! Please let us see!” Zayn joked.

“No way! I would never ever give that up!” I yelled, half laughing.

“So you are a fangirl who has a Tumblr dedicated to us?” Harry grinned.

“Was.” I corrected. “I was a fangirl with a Tumblr dedicated to you five. But then I realized you’re all a bunch of punks and I deleted the Tumblr and now I have a new favorite band.”

“And who might that be?” Harry looked curious.

“The Wanted.” I said it as seriously as possible.

“That’s it, get out!” Harry yelled, and Niall flipped the Monopoly board into the air. Zayn picked me up and they set me outside of the hotel room door.

“Guys I was kidding! No, put me down! Zayn! I was joking! You know I love One Direction! HEY!” I shouted through the chaos. The door slammed in my face.

Did that really just happen?

I sat there, alone in the middle of the hotel hallway, dumbfounded. The other side of the door was dead silent, but that was soon interrupted by a few giggles. The door cracked slightly.

“Say it and we’ll let you back in.” Zayn demanded.

“Say what?” I smirked.

“You know what!” Harry shouted. I could see them peeking through the crack and I couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

“I love One Direction. They’re my favorite band and by far the five hottest boys I’ve ever seen!” I said in my best fangirl voice.

The door swung open and Harry scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. He took me back inside and plopped me down on the couch. Then he sat on me.

“If you ever say anything like that again, joking or not, we will all tickle you until you wee in your pants. Do you hear me?”

I laughed and nodded. Harry leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “I’m your favorite, though, right?”

I winked at him. He got off of me and sat next to me, with his leg touching mine.

Don’t die. Don’t die.

Zayn came to sit on the other side of me and then Niall laid across our laps.

“Can we go to sleep? It’s 3am and I am getting sleepy.” Niall whined.

“You were the one who suggested a slumber party!” I laughed.

“She’s right, Niall!” Zayn joined in. “This was all your idea.”

“Hey, Niall’s right though. We have to be up early.” Harry said.

Zayn and I gave in and I sat awkwardly on the couch while Zayn and Niall went to their rooms.

“You need something to wear, here.” Harry threw a t-shirt at me, which hit me directly in the face. He let out a giggle and I shot him a look. “The bathroom’s right down the hall.”

I hurried down the hallway and changed into Harry’s shirt. It was big on me, coming down to mid-thigh. It smelled just like him. I made my way out to the living room to find Harry laying on the fold out couch.

“What are you doing?” I hovered over him as he pretended to be asleep.

“Go sleep in my bed. I’m sleeping here tonight.” He pulled the covers over his head.

“Harry, you don’t have to do that. I like sleeping on fold out couches.” I smirked, even though he wasn’t looking. Harry scooted over.

“Get in, then. I’m not sleeping in that comfy bed, knowing you’re out here. If you’re sleeping out here, so am I.” He was so stubborn. But so was I. I slid in next to him.

“Goodnight Harry.”

“Goodnight.”

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“Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!” I said, rolling out of bed, grabbing my phone. 20 missed calls and 5 texts, all from Spencer.

Leah, where the hell are you? Are you even alive? You were supposed to be at the studio hours ago! –Spencer

If you hadn’t figured it out, we’re all assuming you’re dead and the recording session for today has been cancelled. –Spencer

Also, you’re fired. –Spencer

Lol, jk. Just trying to figure out if you’re really alive or not. –Spencer

IM ABOUT TO CALL 911! –Spencer

It was 10 o’clock in the morning. I’d totally missed my recording session and Spencer was having mini heart attacks. I looked over at Harry who was still sound asleep. He looked like an angel. I had to force myself not to jump on top of him and take advantage of him.

lol I’d never do that. I don’t think. Hmmm?

I fought my urges and stepped into the bathroom to call Spencer back and smooth everything over.

“YOU’RE WITH HARRY STYLES?! OH MY GOD! WE NEED A MEETING ASAP! I HAVE TO WARN YOU ABOUT BOYS, ESPECIALLY FAMOUS ONES!” Spencer had another mini heart attack.

“Spenc, it’s okay. He was nothing but polite. I’ll stop by your office later and you can lecture me all you want. Bye.” I hung up and walked out to gaze at the sleeping angel some more.

I sat on the edge of the bed and argued with myself about whether or not I should wake him. He must’ve felt like someone was looking at him because his beautiful, green eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning, you creep.” He sat up in bed and looked at me, then laughed. “You’re a pretty sight to see in the mornings!”

I punched his arm and got back under the covers. The room was freezing. My hair was a mess and I had smudged make up everywhere. I looked like death, but I didn’t really care. Harry quickly noticed how cold it was too. He snuggled back into the covers facing me. I was lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact.

“I was joking, you know. I think you’re beautiful, even with messy hair and yesterday’s makeup.” My stomach did a back handspring.

Harry Styles thinks I’m beautiful?

“Gag!” I giggled and turned to face him. “You’re such a romantic, Harry. I like it.”

“You like me? Woah, you like to take things fast, don’t you.” He smirked.

Some things, yes. Hehe

“That’s not what I said.” I rolled my eyes. “I meant that I like the fact that you don’t mind being romantic. I don’t know a single guy that would’ve picked out The Notebook on his own, or tell me how beautiful I am when I honestly look like death. It’s nice to be around a guy who isn’t afraid to be sweet. Most guys would die before they watched a chick flick or complimented me at my worst.” I smiled.

“I just try to be honest, that’s all. I like to say how I feel - I want people to how special they are to me. I like to keep it real.” He grinned.

“That last part was a little corny, but the rest of it was admirable.” I laughed. “Let’s make breakfast!” I got up from the couch-bed and went to the mini kitchen and saw a fresh box of donuts sitting on the counter. I looked at Harry in awe and hungry admiration.

“I was up earlier this morning and thought I’d surprise you.” He shrugged as he got up from the couch-bed and walked over to me. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him.

“Thank you!” I said into his chest. He smelled so good and he’d just woken up.

Could he get any more perfect? No. He couldn’t.

“Ahem.” I looked up and Zayn and Niall were peeking around the corner. “Can I have a donut?” Niall asked.

“Only if you don’t eat the last one.” I said, quickly releasing my hold around Harry’s neck. His eyes flashed with disappointment, but he quickly covered it with a curious grin.

“Why can’t he have the last one?” Harry asked.

“Because the last one has to be savored. Niall swallows his food whole, without even taking time to enjoy it. It pisses me off.” I was so serious, but the boys all laughed and I placed my hands on my hips.

“Laugh all you want, but that’s some serious shit.” I said, but they just continued to laugh. I finished my donut and changed back into last night’s clothes. “Well guys, thanks for the slumber party! We should do it again real soon.” I picked up my things and looked at the three of them.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked.

“To clean up and do something with my day besides pester you three.” I said.

“We like it when you pester us.” Zayn smiled.

“Don’t speak for me!” Niall grinned, eating the last donut...

“NIALL HORAN, WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THE LAST DONUT?!”

Zayn and Harry stifled giggles. Niall dropped the donut mid way to his mouth and horror flashed across his face. “I’m sorry, I just thought that I could try out this whole “savoring” thing. Please don’t hurt me.” He looked genuinely scared.

I noticed that he hadn’t shoved the whole thing in, but he was actually taking bites. Small bites.

“You look like you’re trying so, okay. But don’t scare me like that again.” I smiled, not meaning to scare him shitless.

“So go freshen up and we’ll meet you in an hour.” Harry said.

“For what?” I questioned.

“You’re helping me pick out a house. Now hurry up, we’ll be there to pick you up in exactly an hour.” He winked and they all three dispersed into their bedrooms to get ready. I just stood by the door confused, because 60% of One Direction actually wanted to spend time with me.

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