What Makes You Beautiful? | h.s.

46: almost caught

*Charli POV*

We spent the next few hours battling each other. It would have been easier to just grab two more remotes, but it was fun having two people go head to head.

At some point, I had moved onto Harry's lap, and was currently tracing the multiple tattoos that scattered his arm.

"Isn't that cute?" Niall's voice pulled me from my daze, and I looked up to see him staring at me. Harry was playing a round against Georgia, and neither of them seemed phased by his words.

"Sorry, what?" I furrowed my brows in confusion. "What's cute?"

"You two. You've got it bad, Charli."

"So?" I shrugged and looked back down, tracing along the rose by his elbow. "What's it to you?"

"Nothing. It's just refreshing."

"How so?"

"You look genuinely at peace right now. I've known you a long time, yeah?" he asked, and I looked up and nodded. "I just don't ever remember seeing you this way."

"Well, get used to it," I mumbled and picked up my phone from the floor. I opened the camera app and attempted to take a selfie of the four of us.

The first attempt, my head was cut off, the next attempt I was laughing from the first picture and it was blurry, so finally Niall demanded he take the photo.

He positioned it and quickly took the photo, handing me back the phone, making me quickly open it up.

"Explain to me how in one second you got a cute photo of us," I pouted. "I couldn't even do it properly and I really tried."

He shrugged and went back to watching the screen. I looked back down at my phone and opened up Instagram. I should really get back to posting. It's been a while since I even opened the app.

I was flooded with notifications when it loaded, and I couldn't help but read through the comments.

Most of them were from Michael's stalker Abi, commenting and asking why I haven't been out to their shows lately, or why I haven't posted. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, because it's none of her business.

The latest picture I posted was the one Gram took of Zayn and me. There were spams of comments on it; almost all of them were from Zayn himself, asking me to call him or text him. I clicked the three dots below the picture, and tapped on delete, completely removing it from my feed.

I scrolled through my posts and deleted every one that was of just Zayn and I, which was most of my photos. A few I had to keep, because they were of the group of us, and I couldn't just cut everyone out.

I tapped on the camera icon, and sifted through the photos in my camera roll, landing on the one of Harry and I at Stonehenge. His slight pout was adorable, and I instantly uploaded it. I knew it probably wasn't a good idea, but I simply didn't care. I'm moving on, and quite frankly I'm allowed to.

The time on my phone told me it was just after six, so I looked up at Harry and quickly pecked his cheek.

"If we plan on going tonight, we should probably go soon," I mumbled, grazing his ear with my lips. "I'm hungry."

His body stiffened, and I immediately bit my lip. He looked up at me with a slight smirk, before catching me in a kiss.

"Do you two ever do anything but make out with each other?" Niall loudly groaned. "I mean, it's great that you two finally realized your feelings for each other, blah blah blah. But I don't need to worry about looking up and seeing you two kissing every five seconds."