"So what were you and Libby talking about before?" I asked, glancing down at mine and Harry's interwined legs as we rested on the couch later that night.
"Well, if you must know, Libby has given me her permission to ask you to be my girlfriend." Harry chuckled, running his fingers up and down my arm.
"Oh really?" I teased, raising an eyebrow at Harry who just simply smiled at me.
"She also threatened me saying that I would have to deal with her if I were to ever hurt you." Harry smiled, narrowing his eyes at me in a teasing manor. "Did you tell her to say that to me?"
"All Libby." I laughed, resting my head on Harry's shoulder as a small yawn escaped my lips.
"She's cute." Harry nodded, running his fingers through my hair before turning his attention to the television before us. "Do you really watch this show?"
"When I'm home alone and bored." I shrugged, nodding my head towards the celebrity news show that was playing before us.
"How can you sit here and watch this after what happened today?" Harry groaned, placing his head on top of mine as the announcer finished talking about the American celebrites that were visiting London this week.
"Because I'm curious to see if what happened today will end up on tv." I laughed, turning the volume up when Harry let out another load groan. Rolling my eyes, I tried to focus my attention on the screen but found it hard when Harry started to place a trail of kisses down my neck. "Stop it."
"But you smell so good." Harry sang, lightly nipping and sucking on my neck, no doubt in my mind that he would leave marks for later.
"Stop." I laughed, pushing Harry away playfully. Harry shot me a rather large smirk before pushing me on my back and hovering over me. Grinning down at me, Harry placed his hands on my hips as he chewed down on his bottom lip.
"Harry!" I screamed, squealing loudly when Harry dug his fingers into my sides and started to tickle me.
"What's so funny love?" Harry teased as he continued to tickle me.
"Harry..." I breathed, laughing so hard that I began to cry. Trying to grab Harry's hands, I attempted to pull them off of me but everytime I tried to do so, they would travel to another place on my stomach. Harry simply smirked at me before chuckling softly to himself.
"What do you say?" Harry chuckled, continuing to tickle me as he waited for an answer.
"I love you." I gasped, voice coming out airy and soft as another laugh escaped my lips.
"What's that babe?"
"I love you!" I screamed, taking a deep breath when Harry removed his hands and laid back down on the couch. Chest heaving up and down, I glared at Harry before turning my attention to the tv and grabbing the remote. "That's us!"
"Oh my god." Harry whispered, leaning forward and resting his hands on his knees as he watched the screen show pictures of Harry and I from our trip around London the other day.
"It seems like the relationship between Harry and his mystery girl is heating up. Earlier this week the pair was caught sight seeing around the London bridge. The couple was said to have been taking pictures and acting very cosy with one another throughout the day. Sometime during the afternoon Harry was seen taking pictures and signing autographs with his fans. One of his fans asked Harry if he was dating the mystery girl and Harry answered in true Harry Styles fashion. He denied the statement after taking a rather long pause and shooting a glance at the mystery girl."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, glaring at the screen before turning to look at me for an answer.
"Shh!" I hissed, eyes focused on the screen as they started to show pictures from earlier today.
"Just earlier today Harry's mystery girl was reported to have been playing minature golf with who we assume is either her sister or cousin. Sources claim that during the outing with her cousin, they found out that Harry's girl's name is Melissa."
I watched in horror as the screen changed to show me pulling Libby's towards the car. Harry glanced at me with wide eyes before a heavy sigh left his lips and he pulled me into a hug.
"I don't want you to have to go through that ever again." Harry whispered, kissing the top of my head softly. Nodding my head, I reached for the remote and turned to tv off before smiling softly at Harry.
"What time do you have to leave?" I asked, running my fingers through Harry's tangled hair.
"Whenever you want me to." Harry chuckled softly.
"What if I don't want you to?" I whispered, lying in Harry's arms as I rested my head on his chest.
"Then I would stay the night." Harry nodded, glancing down at me with a gentle smile before placing a soft kiss on the top of my head. "That is, if you want me to."
"Of course." I smiled, kissing Harry's chest lightly before a small yawn escaped my lips.
"You tired?" Harry asked me, glancing down at me with a knowing look before grabbing the blanket off the ground and draping it over us.
"Kinda." I shrugged, wrapping my arm around Harry's waist as I made myself comfortable. "I just want to lay here and enjoy this."
"Me too." Harry agreed, combing his fingers through my hair as he sent me a small smile. "Can I ask you something?"
"Depends on what it is." I teased, trailing my fingers across Harry's jaw.
"What would you say if I ask you to come with me tomorrow to meet my mum?" Harry asked slowly, staring at me with nervous eyes as he waited patiently for an answer from me.
"I would say yes." I smiled, kissing Harry's neck softly.
"I was hoping you would say that." Harry chuckled, lacing his fingers through mine before raising our interlocked hands to his lips and placing a soft kiss on the back of mine.
"What time would I meet her?" I asked, resting my head on Harry's chest.
"Is six okay?"
"It's perfect." I grinned, another yawn escaping my lips.
"You look like you're about to pass out." Harry teased, combing his fingers through my hair once more as my eyes began to close.
"I'm tired." I sighed, taking a deep breath as I focused on the rhythm of Harry's heart beat.
"Get up." Harry chuckled, pushing me off his slowly before standing up in front of me. Bending down, Harry picked me up bridal style and started to carry me towards my room.
"I could've walked." I laughed, wrapping my arms around Harry's neck so that I wouldn't fall.
"It's more romantic this way." Harry shrugged, sending me a small smirk before kicking my bedroom door open and placing me down on the bed.
"Always the charmer." I teased, rolling my eyes playfully at my boyfriend before walking over to my dresser and pulling out a pair of pajamas. Pulling my shirt over my head, I slipped on a white tank top before sliding my striped shorts down my pants and pulling on a pair of poka dotted sleep shorts that my sister had given me as a christmas present one year.
"What happened to my shy, self consciencous girlfriend that didn't want to change in front of me?" Harry chuckled, lifting his shirt up and taking it off before he started to unbutton his jeans.
"I'm too tired to care." I groaned, walking over to the bed and pulling the covers back before climbing in.
"I see that." Harry sang, climbing into bed after me in just his boxers. Rolling my eyes once more, I scooted closer to Harry and placed my head on his chest before closing my eyes. "Am I you're personal pillow?"
"It comes with being my boyfriend." I laughed softly, another yawn escaping my lips as Harry reached over to shut off the light.
"Goodnight love." Harry whispered, kissing me softly on the head as a yawn of his own filled the quiet room.