Wild

When we got downstairs Harry automatically wandered off towards the living room where he heard Robin watching a football game on tv. I rolled my eyes. Typical males. Instead of following him, I made my way into the kitchen where I knew Anne would be. When I walked in I noticed another girl was there. She had brown hair and eyes, and looked just like Anne. ‘Gemma’ I thought.
“Um, can I help with anything?” I asked.
Anne and Gemma looked up at me and smiled.
“You can if you want to” Anne said.
“Of course. Plus I don’t want to sit in the living room while the boys watch football”
Anne laughed.
“Good idea. Emily, this is my daughter, Gemma” she introduced.
“Hi! Nice to finally meet you!” Gemma said giving me a hug.
“Likewise. I absolutely love the way you did your hair” I commented.
I was being honest when I said that. I really did love her hair. It was perfectly wavy and framed her face.
“Thanks. I’ll have to teach you how to do it sometime”
“I’d love that” I smiled back at her.
“Alright, let’s get back to cooking or this will never get done. Emily, could you please cut these for me?” Anne asked as she pointed to some vegetables.
“Sure”
I washed my hands, then started cutting it the way she told me to. We started up a random conversation about my career and how it was going, but it somehow ended in us telling embarrassing stories about Harry. We were all laughing and I was crying because the smell from the onion I was cutting stung my eyes.
“What’s going on here?” Harry asked from behind me.
I jumped at his sudden appearance and accidentally cut my finger. I winced and quickly pulled it back so I wouldn’t get any blood on the food.
“What’s wrong?” Anne asked.
“Cut my finger. Do you have a first aid kit?”
“Yeah. It’s in the bathroom. First door on your left”
“Thanks”
I turned around to go find it, but ran into Harry. He gently took my hand in his and examined the cut, while I just looked at his face. I pictured him, six years old, running around in his mother’s bra, underwear on his head, and a bed sheet tied around his neck like a cape. I started laughing and he looked up at me with a confused look.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Nothing” I said as I tried to hold in my laughter.
Anne and Gemma both grinned, knowing exactly why I was laughing. Harry eyed them suspiciously.
“What did you tell her?” he asked.
“They didn’t tell me anything....Captain Boobie Pants” I said.
His face immediately turned red.
“MUM! You promised you wouldn’t tell her that!”
“I didn’t...Gemma did” she said innocently.
Harry glared at his sister as she smiled innocently at him.
“You’ll get it later” he told her before taking my hand and leading me down the hallway to the bathroom.
I hopped up on the counter while he got the first aid kit from the cupboard. He focused his attention on the cut, but mine was on his face. His curls covered his face slightly as he silently worked on my finger. I winced as he put some disinfectant on it.
“Sorry”
He put a band-aid on it then brought it up to his lips and gave it a soft kiss.
“There. All better” he said with a smile. “So, you seem to be getting along just fine with my mum and sister”
“Yeah. They’re great. Your sister is hilarious”
“Yeah. So funny” he muttered.
“I won’t tell anyone. I promise”
“No, you won’t, because if you do then you’ll be punished”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yes!” He grinned and tickled my sides causing me to burst out laughing.
“Okay! Okay! I get it! I won’t tell!” He chuckled and stopped tickling me so I could calm down. I locked eyes with him, immediately feeling the urge to kiss him. He must have felt the same way because his lips met mine a moment later. I quickly responded, moving my lips in sync with his as I ran my fingers through his hair. A tingling sensation ran throughout my body, just like it did every other time we kissed. It just felt so right. The kiss ended a little too short for my taste, but I didn’t complain due to the fact that his parents were just down the hall. Harry stared back at me with a thoughtful look on his face. He reached his hand up and placed it on the side of my face then began caressing my cheek with his thumb.
“Thank you for doing this. You have no idea how much this means to me”
I smiled back at him.
“I’d do anything for you, Harry”
“Anything?” he asked with a smirk.
He dropped his other hand to my leg, then slowly slid it up my thigh. I pushed him back, hopped off the counter, then stepped forwards until he was against the wall. I ran my hands up his chest, leaning in as I did so, and left a trail of soft kisses from his neck, down his jaw, then to his lips. He moaned softly as I bit down on his bottom lip and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss. I moved my hands up to his hair and tugged gently so I could pull away. I smirked and pushed away from him.
“Nope. I lied” I said before walking back to the kitchen.
~.:o:.~
Harry’s POV
I watched her go back to the kitchen, adding a little extra sway to her hips to tease me even more. That girl will be the death of me. I cleaned up in the bathroom before walking out into the dining area where everyone was waiting. I took the only open seat, right next to Emily. Gemma sat across from us with my mum and stepdad on the sides.
"It's about time you showed up. Have a little problem in the bathroom?" Gemma asked.
I looked over at Emily who was trying hard not to smile.
"No. No, I was just cleaning up the mess I made with the first aid kit" I replied, turning my attention back to Gemma.
"Alright. Let's dig in" Mum said with a smile.
~.:o:.~
"-and then he said 'I'm looking for the remote'" Robin said.
Emily burst out laughing along with everyone else at the table. Robin had just finished telling the story of how he caught me in bed with a girl and I gave him the lame excuse that I was just looking for the TV remote. I was nervous about him telling Emily at first, but I relaxed as soon as she started laughing. I guess I should have known better than to get worried. Emily never lets that sort of thing get to her anymore. When we first met she always got uncomfortable when girls flirted with me, because she thought that I was going to leave her for someone better than her. I never did understand how a girl's mind worked like that. Especially hers. She's beautiful, talented, funny, smart, and kind. There isn't anyone better than her. She's everything that I could ever ask for in a girl. She understands me like no one else can and is the only one who can make me feel truly happy.
She comforts me when I'm sad and makes me laugh until I completely forget about what made me upset. She isn't too clingy, and doesn't care if I spend time out with the boys. She's just perfect. Everything I could ever dream of.
As I watched her interact with my family I felt like she had been with us forever. She was one of us. I know it's probably too soon to be thinking about marriage or kids, but I couldn't help picturing what it would be like to call her my wife. For her to be a mother to my children. To be a part of our family.
In that moment I realized something. Even though I've only known her for a year in a half I've never felt so in love with someone before in my life. She's the one. It's really cliche, I know, but completely true. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this girl. To love her. To care for her. It would be a few years yet before I would consider doing it, but when the time came...I would ask her to marry me.
"You okay, Harry?" I turned to find Emily looking at me with a concerned look on her face. I reached over and took her hand that was resting on her leg into mine, intertwining our fingers together. I brought her knuckles to my lips and kissed them softly then smiled warmly at her.
"Yeah. I'm great"
She smiled back at me, our eyes locking for a long moment. We hadn't realized that we were being watched until we heard the sound of a camera shutter. We turned to see Gemma holding her cell phone up at us.
"Sorry, couldn't resist" she said.
Emily blushed and I kissed her cheek, then let go of her hand so I could place my arm around the back of her chair. I absentmindedly began to play with her hair, something I always found myself doing. It’s actually quite funny since she has the same problem with my hair.
"So, do you two have any plans tomorrow?" Mum asked.
"Uh, I don’t know. We haven’t really planned anything yet. Why?”
“I was thinking that maybe Gemma and I could steal Emily away for the afternoon, then meet you boys at the pub for supper”
“Well, I guess it’s up to Emily” I said turning to look at the girl beside me. “What do you say babe?”
“Sure. I’d love to” she said with a smile.
“Great! We’ll leave in an hour”
Emily’s POV
It’s official. I absolutely love Harry’s mum. She’s the sweetest woman ever, yet has a childish side. Her husband, Robin, was great as well. He was a joker who loved to pick on Harry, but knew to stop when he was going too far. Then there was Gemma, who reminded me so much of my brother that it was scary. Both loved to be goofy and pick on their younger siblings, yet had a serious side and were protective. The two of them would get along great if they ever met. All in all the family was amazing.
After breakfast the next morning Harry and I went back up to his room to rest for a while before I went out with Gemma and Anne. We laid on the bed wrapped in each other’s arms as we stared off into space. Harry played with my hair while singing Little Things softly to himself. My heart always melted when I heard that song. It was so beautiful and the fact that Harry wrote it for me was amazing. I listened to him for a while before I remembered that we were leaving tomorrow, and would once again be separated.
“Tomorrow is our last day together before you go off to finish your tour” I said softly.
“Yeah...It’s only a few more weeks though. You know, I’ve been thinking. Since Simon is signing you, you’re going to have to move closer to London to get to the studio. There’s no way you could drive three hours there and back every day. I was thinking
that...maybe you and I could get a place together”
I sat up so I could look at him. He stared back at me, waiting for me to say something back. The serious look on his face told me that he was completely up for the idea, but was I ready to make that sort of commitment? I mean, moving in together is a big step in a relationship. Especially one that has only been going on for a little over a year.
“What about Louis? You guys have always lived in the same building.” I asked once I finally found my voice.
“I don't think he’d mind. Besides, I’m not sixteen anymore. I was going to move out anyway, and I thought that since you would have to move to London that you would be up for the idea”
“I don’t know, Harry. I mean...this is a big step for us. What if for some impossible reason we don’t work out? I’m not saying we will break up, I just....” I was interrupted by Gemma knocking on the door.
“You kids decent?” she asked.
“Yes” Harry said as he rolled his eyes.
She opened the door and smiled at us.
“I’m not interrupting anything am I?” she asked.
“No, it’s nothing” Harry muttered.
“Alright, well, we’re leaving now, Emily”
“Okay, I’ll be down in a minute”
She nodded then closed the door, leaving us alone once again. I sighed and turned to Harry.
“I better go. Can we talk about this later? I just need some time to think about it”
“Yeah. Take all the time you need. I don’t want you to feel like I’m rushing you into this. Now come here and give me a kiss before you go!” I giggled as he pulled me down on top of him. I pressed my lips to his, letting them linger there for a few extra moments before making an attempt to get away. It failed, however, because Harry had his arms locked securely around my waist so I couldn’t move.
“Harry, let me go. You’re mum and sister are waiting”
“Can’t you just stay here?”
“No. I promised them I’d go with”
I wriggled in his arms, but only managed to turn myself around so my back was against him. He buried his face into my neck and kissed it softly.
“Please” he murmured against my skin.
I fought the shiver that wanted to run down my spine and moved as far away as possible.
“No, Harry”
“But Emily” he whined like a child, giving me his best puppy-dog face. I rolled my eyes.
“Harry Edward Styles if you don’t release me this second I’m going to tell all your fans on Twitter your most embarrassing secrets”
“You wouldn’t...” he said with a serious look on his face.
“Try me”
He stared at me for a moment, wondering if I was actually serious about it. He must have decided that I was because a moment later I was released from his arms. I got up and grinned at him.
“I’ll see you later” I said before walking out the door.
“Have fun!” he called after me.
I walked to the front door to find Gemma and Anne waiting for me.
“Sorry about that. Harry was being a weirdo and wouldn’t let me leave”
They laughed.
“It’s alright. Let’s get going then”

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