(Harry's P.O.V)

(A/N OOO Harry's Point of view! Whaa, I just felt like writing it in his p.o.v)

Synthia stood there, her forehead still pressed against mine. She still hasn't answered my question, I'm begging to think she doesn't like me the way I like her.
“Yes,” She let out a shaky breathe. I smiled before softly grabbing her chin, and smashing my lips into hers. Her lips moving perfectly against mine. I don't care anymore if her father catches us because she's worth it, so worth it.
She pulled her soft pink lips, away from mine. Both of us out of breathe, but both of us happy in each others arms.
“Harry,” She breathlessly said “Can you keep a secret?” She mumbled against my lips as I slowly nodded. I knew exactly what she meant.

My week with Synthia was sadly coming to a end. I huffed before slamming my suitcase shut still leaving it unzipped, and looking up at the beautiful girl sitting on the bed.
She was re-reading 'The Great Gatsby' it's her favorite book. You could tell it was her favorite just by looking at the book itself, bends, and cracks in the cover here, and there. She was so cute when she read, she'd bite her lip, twirl one of her blond curls around her finger, play with the cracks on the book making the cracks worse, or she'll furrow her eyebrows as she concentrates on the story.
She's not like anyone I've ever gone out with. She's smart, caring, funny, and just has this personality that automatic makes you fall for her. I used to go out with girls that just looked pretty. Especially when I was younger.
It was all about how big her boobs where, and/or about looks, it was never ever about personality. Every girl I've ever gone out with has a horrible personality.
If Synthia was around then, I probably would of walked right past her, I probably would of just gone for her friend Brenda instead, and never would of known how amazing she was. I regret a lot from when I was teenager, I was a stupid kid. Hell I'm still just a stupid kid.
When I was Synthia's age I was out partying, and hanging out with my shitty friends. I wasn't even thinking about college or school at all for that matter. But Synthia isn't like that, she's here running her dad's business, and she's only 18. I don't look at Synthia as a teenager I look at her as a mature woman, that I am madly in love with. Synthia is the most mature person I know.
I swiped my tongue along my bottom lip before smirking at her. She never fails to amaze me. She looked up from the worn out book, and smirked at me, before giggling. I zipped up my suitcase before placing it on the ground right next to hers. She packed her earlier, she's always one step ahead of me.
She set her book down on the nightstand, before crawling towards me. She sat up on her knees before grabbing my hand and pulling me onto the bed next to her. I wrapped my arms around her small torso.
“Harry,” I hummed in response “I really don't want to leave tomorrow, I've just had a amazing time with you.” She brought her fingers up to my chest and drew invisible outlines of the tattoos on my chest.
“I know baby I know.” I huffed before kissing the top of her hair “Can we just quit and stay here forever?” I joked.
“My dad, I want him to live a happy life with his new wife.” I groaned in annoyance. She's always thinking about others, and putting them before herself.
I began pondered what to do, it was only 5:30 PM. I didn't want to spend my last night here with Synth by just sitting there. But then I got the perfect idea, “Synth, would you like to go ice skating with me?”
She gaped her mouth before speaking “Why, is Harold Edward Styles asking me out on a date?” She dramatically said in a southern accent.
“Mmm, yes he is.” I played with a loose curl that fell out of her messy bun, I made a trail of kisses from her jaw all the way down her neck. She giggled at the feeling of my lips on her neck, the giggle vibrated against my lips as I continued down her neck to her collar bone.
“Harry, I don't want to go ice skating with you.” She pulled away from me and sat back up. “Why? Synth did I do something or-” “No, your fine Harry just, UGH. When I was maybe 11 my dad took me to go Ice Skating. I just, when I was just starting to get away from the wall. Thi-This little punk kid came behind me and shoved me. My dad wasn't with me t-to help me, he was too busy drinking beers at the bar next door. I broke 3 ribs, and I also almost bit off my tongue from the impact of the ice. So I just don't want to go Ice skating with you.”
I didn't know how to respond to that. “A man came and finally came and helped me, he called a ambulance. I was so scared, I didn't know where my dad was” She started sniffling “So I was rushed to the hospital while my dad was too busy getting drunk. I-its just I don't ever want to do that again. It's stupid to still be afraid of something that happened over 7 years ago.”
I started rubbing her back, trying to comfort her. “Synth, I'm sorry-” “You didn't know Harry it's fine. My dad used to be serious alcoholic, I mean he still is but, just not around me.”
I sat up beside her, I kissed her cheek. “Synth let's just stay in and watch movies okay?” She nodded leaning into my chest.
The entire night we watched sappy teen love story type movie, which me and Synthia completely made fun of. From the cheesy love scenes to the bitchy stereotypical blonde girl that would make fun of other girls.
Eventually we both fell asleep, well I fell asleep before her so I don't know when she fell asleep. But when I woke up this morning she was sleeping on top of me.
Synthia was passed out in the passengers seat, while I was trying not to drive like ass. Jet lag was defiantly putting a toll of Sythia, enough that she let me drive. I still don't know how I manged to get my license.
I was deciding if I should to go to my apparent or her house/mansion. I decided to just go to my apartment since I was getting pretty tired and it was closer then going all the way on the other side of the city to get to her house.
I pulled into the parking garage and quickly found my parking space. I decided I would just carry Sythia instead of waking her up, even though I owe her a rude awakening. I figured I should be nice.
I quietly opened my door before slowly closing it behind me. I slowly opened Sythia's door, before picking her up bridal style, and I closed the door with my back. I had trouble entering in the security code with a teenage girl in my arms, but I manged it.
I entered the empty lobby before making my way over to the elevator. I pressed the up button on the elevator with my elbow. 'I really didn't think this through.' I thought to myself as the elevator door opened. A little old lady and a man that looked about middle aged, walked out. The man gave me a dirty look, probably thinking that I drugged Sythia or something. I honestly didn't want to know what he thought I was doing.
I entered the elevator and -thankfully- no one wanting to get on the elevator. I hit the forth button, with my elbow. I adjusted the position Synthia was in, the buttons of her jeans where digging into my arm. She let out a soft sigh as I adjusted her.
The doors flung open and thankfully no one was out, so then I wouldn't get anymore dirty looks from strangers. I kicked the door a few times hoping that Randy was home. The door parted open as Randy stuck his head outside see who it was. He let out a annoyed sigh before opening the door. He was only wearing a pair of socks, which where actually my socks. I pushed that though to the back of my head.
“Dude,” I sighed turning the other way to go put Synthia down on the couch. “Hey I have a girl over, you interrupted me. She was screaming my name until you came.” He mumbled other stuff, walking back into his room probably to continue what he was doing.
I quickly ran up the stairs and opened my door so I could bring Synthia upstairs into my room so Randy doesn't wake her up with his, uh activities. I ran back down the stairs and softly picked Synthia back up. I quickly jogged up the stairs, and softly set Synthia down on my bed. As I was setting her back down moans where being to be heard. I completely forgot to shut the door, I ran across my room and shut the door.

The noise was still there but it was muffled. I sighed before walking back over towards the bed and quietly climbing into the covers next to Synthia.

Notes

Sorry once again for the late update!! I've been so busy!! Sowwy. But I wrote this chapter in Harry's point of view to just change it up a bit. So Harria is now a thing, I ship it so so so so so much! Please comment and let me know what you think!!