It's eight o'clock and I haven't spoken or seen Harry since I've locked myself in his bathroom. He's tried convincing me to come out but it's obviously not working since I do not want to bother with him. I started getting really hungry so I collected myself together and unlocked the door. I made my way to the kitchen and saw the curly haired boy by the oven. I knocked on the door frame to tell him iI'm here. He turned his head and gave me a smile.

"Smells good in here."

"Thanks. I figured you'd be hungry since you've locked yourself up for hours."

I wondered around the rest of the house looking at pictures. He had some of the boys up and family members. He looks really happy in all of them, I wonder if he always use to be happy instead of this grumpy cat with multiple personalities. "Riley what are you doing?"

"Just looking."

"Well dinner's ready and we have to finish the movie from our date."

I followed him into the living room where the food was set on the coffee table. He made lasagna which happened to be one of my favorite foods. "I called Juliet asking her what foods you like."

"Umm, thanks Harry."

I sat down and began to eat while Harry found the scene that we ended at the other day. We sat in silence. I finished up my food thanking him for a nice meal. He took our plates back to the kitchen. He's been gone for quite some time but I didn't think anything of it. Maybe he's a clean freak. His house is actually really clean compared to others.

Fifteen minutes later he walks back into the room with a bag and smiled at me. He dumps the bag upside down and nail polish spills out. "Since we're having another sleepover I figured we should do things that you would normally do at a sleepover." I just gave Harry the strangest of looks and said okay. What boy would be willing to paint my nails? "So do you want me to paint yours to Harry?"

"If it makes you happy."

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Harry is surprisingly good at this. I already have acrylic nails on so he took off the initial color and painted them. My nails are now a pretty blue color and then my thumb and ring finger are a sparkled color. I love it so much! "Where did you learn this?"



"My sister. My mom worked a lot when we were younger so she couldn't do it. I offered to help. I'm a natural at this." He flipped his hair with his hand. It made me laugh.

"You're such a girl Harry Styles."

"I totally am but I'm proud," he smiled at me. Gosh his smile makes my heart melt. After my nails dried it was my turn to do his nails. I tried to make them so girly so the boys can grill him for this. I painted his nails a baby blue color and then I used a pen on his nails to make daisies. "They look lovely and you can't wash them off!" He groaned at that but complied.

We decided to watch another movie, this one was a comedy instead of a scary one which I was so thankful for. Harry made popcorn and brought other delicious food out. We were laughing throughout most of the movie. We even had a popcorn fight. I like this side of Harry, the playful kind. He seems so real and sweet. He gave me a pair of his boxers to wear. He said he gave me this pair because it had my favorite animal on it, pigs. I smiled, happy to know he remembered a little thing about me.

We lied in bed asking each other random questions until one of us fell asleep.

"So Harry," he looked up to me. "What is your favorite store?"

"Victoria Secret."

"Harry!"

"Okay okay. I like both Pac Sun and Zumiez What are your hobbies?"

Gosh I didn't like that question. I did plenty of stuff that I don't do now because my parent's died. My parent's were always there when I did my fun activities, supporting me. Now I wouldn't have anyone supporting and I don't really want to do the things I did without my parent's. "I don't have any. I read though."

"Readings boring but if you like it then cool. But by the looks of your face you're hiding something." He can read me like a book. Well I'm also not the best liar.

"I did lots but I don't do them anymore. I played soccer, volleyball, surfing, pretty much anything that's a sport."

"You played volleyball!? You should start playing again because I need to see you in spandex!" I elbowed him in the ribs making him groan. I laughed at that.

"Not everything has to be perverted Harry."

"Sorry, haha. But I had no idea that a girl like you could play soccer which happens to be aggressive, volleyball, and surf, I mean all that takes talent. We're all going to the beach soon you should surf!"

"Harry your enthusiasm flatters me but no I don't think I can." My eyes fell, memories of my parent's chanting my name at tournaments flooded my mind. It hurts knowing that they won't be back to do that. Harry took my chin lifting my head up so I could look at him. "Riley you're easy to read you know? I don't know what it is but something is blocking you from doing those things. Those things made you happy. Don't you want to be happy like that again? If you do any of those three things again you can show off to the group and surprise them on what you can do! I want you to think about how great it felt to do those things. Plus I think it'd be pretty hot to see you in spandex and in a suit surfing the waves."

I smiled at him, wrapping my arms around his waist giving him a hug. Maybe he's right, I don't know. Those things made me feel so alive! I felt on top of the world when I scored a goal, hit the ball on the other side of the court, or caught a major wave! I'm going to be pondering this thought for a while I can see.

Harry rested his chin on the top of my head and said, "Just promise me you'll think about it?" I lifted up my pinky and felt Harry's wrap around mine. Instead of just letting go Harry intwined all our fingers. It felt strange, I thought I should let go but I didn't, because at the same time it felt so right. Harry started humming the same tune he did last night. Midway through the song I fell asleep.

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I woke up under something heavy. I opened my eyes to see Harry's upper body was on top of me. "Harry?" No answer. I started poking him but all I got out of him was a twitch of his arm. I tried pushing him off of me but he kept saying "No, stop it." I tried to think of another way to wake a person up. I remember when I was little I would always wake up my older cousin by yanking on his armpit hair. It sounds gross but I was little at the time. It always worked so I'm crossing my fingers that it works on this sleepy head. I found my way into Harry's shirt and fisted his hair and
pulled.

"SHIT. DAMN. MOTHER FUCKER!"

I laughed my ass off! He was off of me within seconds. His face was all scrunched up it looked so cute though. "Great now you're off of me. So what's for breakfast?" I gave him the most innocent look ever. "Riley Elizabeth Shawn… Why did you do that!?"

"You wouldn't get off of me so I had to do something."

"God that really hurt!"

"Well at least I didn't pull any hairs out. Your manliness is still there. So quit complaining," I kept laughing this was just too great. Harry threw his hands in the air and walked out the room. I climbed out of bed putting on my clothes form yesterday. When I was ready Harry had a bowl of cereal out for me. I chowed down while Harry sat across from me giving me a grumpy face.

"What's wrong Styles?" I asked with a smile.

"Prepare for war Riley. I'm going to get you back for this."

"Yeah yeah whatever," I waved him off. We both laughed at each other. Oh this will be so fun, pranks are the best! He has no idea what's coming.

Notes

So many updates in one day!