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WHATS 9 PLUS 10

twenty wan

yOU STUPID

IM DYING THIS IS SO OLD HAHAHA

oK SORRY

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- BritishBums x

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Me : this is so weird

Harry : what is

Me : idk you're actually here omfg

like literally right next to me

Harry : lol im staring at you rn and you look so bootiful

Me : STOP NOW IM SCARED TO LOOK UP

Harry : LOOK AT MEEE

Me : im going to pee my pants

Harry : what else is in ur pants

Me : dONT YOU DARE

Harry : ROFLMAO

Me : oK IM GONNA LOOK UP AT YOU RN

Harry : WHY ARE WE SO WEIRD

Me : I DUNNO

Harry : iM GONNA KISS YOU

Me : oH FUCK

As I look up from my phone, I find Harry holding back laughter as his eyes met mine.

"Fuck me." I mumbled to myself, though it was just to clearly express my mixed emotions right now, Harry's eyes lit up.

"Your wish is my command."

That felt so much different in person wow. I felt my cheeks heat at his words, about to say something before his lips just pecked mine briefly making me groan because I wanted more. Not more in that context, but in the kiss.

I lean in again and as our lips moved slowly in sync, my hand gently skims over his cheek, as I feel him smirk through the kiss.

"You hit me in the balls with a dodge ball dammit." He mumbled playfully against my lips as I pulled away to let out an obnoxious laugh, screwing my eyes closed. Christ.

"Where did that come from?" I frowned, trying to keep a serious face but I just ended up laughing again because of the priceless look on his face.

"It still bothers me to this day, Natalie Rose. You have no idea."

We were currently on my couch now, just watching Drake and Josh on tv. This was a major throwback, I loved this show with my life.

Harry then sets his head in my lap, letting out a sigh as I smiled, my fingers slowly entangling in his long hair, gently combing through his soft hair.

"Can I braid your hair?" I found myself asking. It was probably a stupid question, but every time I seemed to encounter long hair, I wanted to braid it.

He nods. "Yeah."

We move around, Harry sitting between my legs, slightly leaning back.

I was still left in shock, seeing how captivating he really was in person. And how unbelievably amazing it felt when his lips were against mine.

"Natalie?" He says as I section his hair, deciding on giving him two french braids.

"Mhm." I hummed, biting my lower lip in concentration as I worked the first braid close to the root of the hair.

"Do you find it crazy that just a few months ago, we were talking about this through text. You wanting to braid my hair and me gladly wanting you to?" He said, making me smile.

"I remember." I replied, Harry's hand setting on my leg and running his hand slowly up and down.

I gasped at the weird, tingly jolt that occured, it was like electricity but it probably wasn't. Unless Harry was secretly a robot. Or I was. Oh no.

"I'm so in love with you." He sighed. "And I hate and love it a lot."

I laugh a little, multi-tasking as I was focusing on finishing his braid and completely falling into conversation with the stud of a guy. Well, a stud in my book.

"I shaved my legs for you, you should be thankful." I say and he snickered.

"You didn't have to."

"You wouldn't understand, a smooth leg to a girl is like cold, sweet lemonade served on a hot day."

"That makes no sense, babe." Harry laughed and I could just imagine a huge smile on his face right now even though he was turned around.

"Told you so." I shrugged. "And don't move so much, this braid has to turn out perfect."

"Everything you do is perfect."

"Oh shush it." I tried to keep a straight face but a smile would make its way to my face eventually.

In the middle of braiding his hair, I lean to his side and leave a kiss on his cheek. I don't know what got me the confidence to do it but I did it anyway. I think it was just the fact I knew he was mine that made me want to kiss him so many times before..

Yeah, before he'd have to go away again. But it was the first day, I didn't want to think of it right now.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked.

I realized I froze, as I stopped braiding.

"Sorry, I was just thinking."

"About?"

"Just us, I don't know." I felt sadder. How the hell was I supposed to say goodbye when we just said hello? Fuck.

"What about us?" He asked further, sounding genuinely curious.

"I don't know. I just.. It's been a few hours and I-I really love having you here. I don't know how I could just watch you leave." I went on.

"Well if it makes you feel better, you don't have to watch me go." He murmured, his voice low. "I mean, if it hurts you less then I think I want it that way."

It was like pulling off a band-aid. Once it was on, you get the feeling, knowing you don't have to feel hurt anymore and that you'll heal but after awhile you'll have to yank it right off and feel the sting, feeling the same sense of déjà vu to when you felt the same pain in the beginning.

I simply didn't want to pull the band aid off, in this case, watch Harry leave after these few days.

"Ugh, I'm sorry. I'm ruining the mood, we still have so much to do." I remembered our texts, talking about things from getting ice cream to meeting Harry's mum before they go, and possibly going cliff diving at Malibu.

"It's okay to think ahead sometimes, it's better than waiting for it to happen." He tells me.

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As soon as I finish braiding his hair, I smiled faintly in satisfaction. They turned out pretty good.

"Alright, turn around."

Harry obeyed and I gasped, holding my hands to my mouth.

"Harry you look so cute I'm going to die." I can't believe I was saying this out loud it was just the truth.

His cheeks visibly turn red, his green eyes lighting up as he sheepishly smiled. "What? Really?"

I nodded, opening up my camera on my phone and pointing the front camera to him.

"Oh god. This is so sick!" His eyes widened, his fingers running over the french braids. "This.. Oh my god." He gaped, looking at me and then back to his hair. "How did you do this? Okay maybe I can braid hair like in the basic way but this is so cool." He sounded really surprised only making me love him more because other guys usually don't get excited over braided hair and it just makes me want to freaking attack him with hugs.

"It's easy." I boasted, waving him off.

"Maybe I can do it better." He smirked.

And I clearly knew what he meant by that. I chuckled.

My dark hair was nearly waist length, giving him an open opportunity to braid my hair anyway he wanted to.

I grinned, getting quite excited by the fact I was letting him braid my hair. "Go for it."

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By the end, Harry tried to french braid but grew frustrated when he kept tangling my hair.

Everytime he tugged a little too hard I occasionally bellowed, "Ow!"

This was that time as I mumbled another ow for probably the fifth time now as he smiled at me.

"Sorry baby." He casually said, but every single time he said it I would mentally freak out, and want to yodel.

I'm just a weird person, okay.

I was on my phone as he was braiding my hair, scrolling through tumblr and reblogging things casually until he copied my actions previously and left a lingering kiss on my cheek.

I still felt the feeling of his soft lips there even when he drew away as I pulled a small smile.

"Oh my god." I gasped when I stopped on Ashton's tweet, just completely fangirling right now. It was too adorable. He had recently posted a photo of their tour dog RJ in a hot dog suit making me want to freaking scream. Dog goals, right there.

"Is that a dog in a hot dog jumper?"

"Not just any dog."

"Get outta here ranger."

I laughed. "Honestly, it's lame as shit when you text it, but when you say it, it gets pretty hilarious."

Harry laughs with me, finishing my braid to the tip.

"Do you have another hair tie?"

''Yeah." I pull one from my arm and hand it over to him.

As soon as he finished tying it, I'm satisfied by how it looks, but didn't want to tell him that the bottom of the braid was slightly messy.

Harry grins. "We have to take so many photos alright? I'm going to brag to everyone that I have the most prettiest girlfriend in the world."

I blushed at his words and stare at him in astonishment.

Harry leans in, kissing my nose and then leaving a few kisses on my forehead as he pulled me towards him. My eyes fluttered closed at the amazing feeling once again.

I lay my head on his chest as we had cuddled on the couch, his hand gently running up and down my arm.

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"Woah!" I hear a loud voice, making me groan when I find my mom and Alex right in front of the tv as they stared at Harry and I.

They seemed to stare at us as if I had three eyes and I let out a scream, nearly falling off of the couch in the process. Harry fell off the couch, cursing lightly when everyone screamed, me falling right after him.

It was a mess, really.

"Natalie who is this incredibly good looking boy in our living room?" Mom just said that out loud making me want to just tug at my hair. I was freaking out right now.

"Mom, you know Harry." I breathed out as we both got up and sat upright on the couch.

Alex smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at Harry and then holding a thumbs up at me.

"Mrs. Rose, I think they might have done the dirty on your furniture if you know what I'm digging.."

"Alex I swear." I tried to sound threatening, but it was all just complete embarassment.

Harry stared at Alex with wide eyes and then looked to me.

"We didn't. I wouldn't do that to your daughter you know.. Unless you wanted me to, Mrs. Rose." He glanced at my mom and I literally just wanted to dig up my grave by now and bury myself.

"Harry.." Her voice trailed and I was just preparing for the absolute worse right now. Alex was trying her best to hold back her laughter, as my mom repeatedly looked back from Harry to me.

This had to be one of the most awkwardest moments of my life.

"You are so right. I'd prefer my daughter you know, getting the business taken care of before she goes to college." She chuckled making me groan as my cheeks heated.

Fuck. My. Entire. Existence.

"Not like any guys would be attracted to her anyway. Why'd you like her?" My mom playfully joked as I gasped.

Wow. My own mother. I seriously felt so much love right now.

"I don't know, to be honest." Harry went along.

"Well okay, everyone hates me now I get it!" I wave my arms in the air, Harry then pulling me towards him as my head falls onto his shoulder from the sudden impact.

"She's just playing babe."

"Babe? Ooh." My mom giggled like a teenage girl listening to her favorite boyband.

"And hey I was calling your phone like twenty thousand times, now I see why you weren't answering." Alex smirked mischievously.

Clearly, all she could think about was Harry and I having sex. The idea flustered me a bit, I didn't know what I would do to be honest.. If it actually happened.

I feel like I would randomly get tickled and laugh like an idiot in the middle of the intimate moment and I didn't really want that. I was just scared of making an absolute fool out of myself in all honesty.

"Harry, you can stay here for dinner. Alex, you can gladly stay too." Mom smiled at all of us. "I'm expecting more about this boyfriend of yours, Natalie. Now Mamacita's gonna do the cookin'! How do you feel about tacos, Harry?"

"Tacos are wonderful." Harry nodded once, making me smile at how innuendo he was being with my mother.

Once again, other guys would run and hide if they happened to cross paths with my mother, and honestly, so would I. In this case, Harry was smiling so wide at the fact that my mom was pretty much so chill with everything.

Even the part about us supposedly doing the dirty.

"We're going to my room. Let's go." I agreed, taking Harry's hand in mine.

"Ugh wait up!" Alex called.

Okay, I know she's my best friend but I think it was too soon for her to just barge in on Harry and I's alone time. Same with my mom.

"Sorry.. About my mom." I shake my head, about to say something else.

"Your mum is definitely cooler than mine." He chuckled, smiling.

"Not possible." I looked at him, his eyes already trained on my lips. His tongue strided out, licking his lips slowly, driving me mad.

We both just completely ignore Alex's presence, me almost even forgetting that she was here as soon as Harry had deeply kissed me, his hands resting on my waist.

Smiling, I tilted my head to the side, pecking him on the lips once more before Alex coughed loudly.

"Anways," She waved a hand. "If you guys wanted to go, Max and I were planning on hanging out and going to one of those drive in movies with those cars and everything." She explained. "You guys should come."

"I hate Max." Harry and I accidentally spoke simultaneously as I chuckled.

"He's not that bad." Alex shrugged.

"He's a fuckboy." I frowned, scrunching my nose as we all headed into my room, arguing about Max.

"You should take Liam instead." I suggested.