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Chapter 9 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            Five minutes after I hung up with Harry and got ready, I opened my bedroom door to go wait with him. Little did I know that he was already standing there, probably about to knock, and my dumbass fell on top of him and knocked both of us to the ground. I shrieked at the sudden fall, but Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist as we made a small thud against the floor. Our faces were inches apart, and I was thinking about that damn kiss again. A small smirk danced on Harry’s lips as he looked up at me. But with me being stupid and all fangirl-like, I started rambling.

            “Oh gosh. I’m so sorry, Harry. I didn’t know you were there and I really wasn’t paying attention. But here you are and here I am and… You’re gorgeous,” I rambled, then got the last two words as my eyes widened. “What?” I added quickly. “I didn’t mean to—“

            “Valerie!” Harry laughed, making me bit my lower lip in embarrassment. “You’ve got to relax with your rambling, babe.” Babe. Did Harry fucking Styles just call me that? Nope. Nope, it didn’t happen. “You can be yourself around me, don’t be so nervous,” he added, making my cheeks flush a red tint.

            I pursed my lips together, realizing I was still on top of him, but I couldn’t get up due to his large arms around my waist. I slowly felt myself melting into them, and then the stupidest thing fell out of my mouth. “Hi…” I trailed off, meeting his gaze.

            Harry smirked. “Hey there,” he chuckled.

            “Did you… Did you um… plan on letting me go any time soon?” I choked out, when in reality, I wanted to stay like this forever. Harry Styles holding me. Now that’s a damn fantasy.

            Harry smiled. “I wasn’t planning on it,” he said, making my cheeks heat up. “But I guess I have no choice.” From the sigh that left his lips, I could tell he was actually disappointed.

            Holy actual fuck, breathe Valerie.

            “If you get any more perfect, I’m gonna have to throw myself off a cliff into a ring of sharks,” I said, not realizing that I was rambling again. Shit, Valerie. Pull your crap together!

            Harry chuckled as he slowly let his arms fall from my waist. I got up, helping him by taking his hands (and Jesus were they perfect) and pulling him to his feet. “I’m perfect, huh? I find that hard to believe,” Harry murmured.

            “Don’t you dare start me on a rant,” I said firmly. “If you say something like that again, I might go all crazy on you.” Jesus, did I really just say that?

            I’m so fucking stupid. Ugh.

            “Why would you go on a rant?” Harry laughed as he ruffled his hair, flipping it to the side. I found myself staring in awe as I’ve dreamed to see him do that in person since the X-Factor days. He was so damn perfect and I swear I—“Valerie?” Harry’s voice brought me back to reality as I shook my head stupidly.

            “Oh, um, sorry. What did you say?” I sputtered, earning another smile from Harry. I’m dying. I’ve already died and gone to heaven. That would make more sense than this.

            Harry Styles smiling at me… God, who would’ve thought it?

            Not this girl.

            “I said… Why would you go on a rant?” he laughed.

            “Oh,” I mouthed. “Well, ya see… Some of us fans get a little over protective over you guys,” I admitted sheepishly, turning my face away from his gaze. “A lot of us don’t like it when you guys get hate, so we stand up for you.”

            After a small silence, I looked up to make sure Harry was still here and didn’t abandon me. That was probably my worst fear, considering I’m not quite ready to wake up from this dream world. But my fantasies only got better when I locked eyes with Harry, his proximity dangerously close as his body was almost pressed against mine. I completely froze in my spot as his eyes ran over my whole face, lingering for a moment or two on my lips.

            “Can I kiss you again?” Harry asked quietly, flickering his eyes up to meet mine again.

            Did he really just fucking ask a FANGIRL that?

            Like, is he stupid?

            Still, I couldn’t find any words as I managed a small nod. Harry didn’t hesitate when he cupped my face with both his large hands, his lips brushing against mine before coming into full contact. The kiss deepened, much like yesterdays, and I felt my knees grow weak. Harry moved his hands from my face, wrapping his arms around my waist instead, as if to help me keep my balance. I was overly flustered and clueless as I kissed Harry fucking Styles back. I mean, who wouldn’t? The boy is drop-dead gorgeous. Literally. I’m pretty sure I’d already be dead on the floor, if it weren’t from him holding me.

            Holding me.

            I could get used to that.

            Harry slowly parted, the smack of our lips separating being the only sound in the empty hall, aside from our panting breaths. A smile tugged at his lips as his eyes found mine again. Before I could embarrass myself again (thank God), Tommy interrupted.

            “Hey! No inappropriate behavior in the halls!” he yelled. My cheeks heated up immensely at the thought of Harry actually being attracted to me in that way. Being the slightly perverted directioner I am (I mean, who isn’t?), images of Harry and I flashed through my brain. My eyes widened as I rapidly shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away.

            “We weren’t doing anything,” I hissed, but I could see Harry smirking from the corner of my eye.

            Holy shit, breathe.

            That’s all I’ve been telling myself ever since Harry has come around. Just breathe. But it’s kind of hard to when his fucking beauty suffocates you. When his perfection is too much for you to handle.

            It’s a fangirl thing.

            “We should probably get you to school,” Harry then said as Tommy rolled his eyes, storming back down the stairs.

            “Right,” I nodded, slumping my bag on my shoulder as I led him down the stairs, trailing after Tommy. Hearing the same muffled, yelling voices as earlier from the other room, I looked at Tommy and Jeremy worriedly.

            “Yup,” Jeremy sighed. “They’re still going at it.”

            “We’ll talk some sense into them when they come out,” Tommy said.

            “But right now…” Jeremy trailed off.

            “IT’S POWERRANGER TIME!” they both shouted in unison, jumping on the couch as they flipped the channel.

            “And I’m going to go jump off a bridge,” I muttered, rolling my eyes at their immaturity.

            “No you aren’t,” Harry said firmly.

            I smirked, but didn’t say anything else as he led me out to his car. Being the gentleman he is, he opened the passenger door for me. The ride to school consisted of small talk, him throwing in one of his ridiculous jokes that I always laugh too hard at. I’ve practically memorized all of them at this point, but hearing him say them in person just makes me love them more.

            After guiding him the entire way, much like yesterday on the way to Busch Gardens, we finally pulled up to the cursed school. I sighed as I looked at it, then down at my lap. “Thanks for the ride,” I told Harry, opening my car door to get out.

            Harry caught my wrist. “No worries, but erm… Do you want to hang out later, maybe?” he smiled, hope filling his emeralds. “I’m free all week.”

            I smiled. “Maybe,” I said honestly. “I’ll see if I can fit you in on my schedule,” I smirked, making Harry grin back.

            “Knowing you, I think you can make some room for me,” he winked, making my entire body tremble with feels.

            “And what makes you so sure?” I asked, clearly joking. Of course I had room for Harry fucking Styles on my schedule. If not, I’ll fucking make some room. Meeting with the president? Reschedule. Dinner with the mayor? Reschedule. Whatever the hell is on my schedule today, it isn’t any more. Harry Styles is far more important, in my opinion. But hey… It’s a fangirl opinion.

            You’re gonna have that.

            Harry smiled. “I’m not sure. I’m just hoping,” he beamed. “I’d like to think you want to spend time with me.”

            Oh Jesus, do I. This boy has no clue.

            “Maybe I do,” I teased. “Or maybe I don’t.”

            “The world may never know,” Harry said, making me laugh like an idiot. He smiled. “You know what? You don’t have a choice. I’m picking you up after school, and you’re coming with me.”

            “You’re just gonna kidnap me?” I laughed, but the idea didn’t sound too bad.

            Harry Styles kidnapping me? Be my guest. It wouldn’t really be kidnapping if I was willing to go with him. Which, I’m one hundred percent willing.

            Harry smirked that dimpled smile I adored. Whether it was on pictures, or in person. It was beautiful. “Sure am. And you can’t change that,” he smiled. “What time does your school get out?”

            “2:45,” I said. “And why were you up at seven in the morning, anyway? If this is your vacation?”

            Harry’s cheeks turned a red tint, and I swear I nearly fainted because I was the reason Harry Styles was blushing. “Because I wanted to see you,” he blushed, giving me a sheepish smile.

            That alone was enough to make my day. Bring it on, high school, because right now… I’m feeling invincible.