Wildest Dreams ~~~ H.S

33.

Harry quickly swipes out of the tab and goes to the photos app. I thought he was going to read my messages? I mean, I'm not complaining, because my life would be over if he did. "Don't worry, I'm not going to actually go through them. Those are your private conversations with Diana. Plus I don't think I would want to go through it, even if you said I could" He lets out a laugh hands back my phone

Thank goodness. 

I let out a deep breath and feel a lot more calm. But it doesn't last very long, because Harry lifts me up, making me drop my crutches. "Holy sugar muffins are delicious! What are you doing?" He smirks and runs closer to the bed. Instead of responding, he throws me on the bed. 

I try to get up, but he makes it to the bed before me and hovers on top of me. What is he doing? I feel my cheeks heat up when he grins even more. But then he starts tickling my shoulders. I squirm under him, trying to escape, but he holds down my hands with one of his, using the other one to tickle me.

"Harry! Stop!" I screech, as he tickles my stomach now. I can't laugh anymore. In fact, it's hard to breathe. He bursts into laughter as he sees me struggling to escape. I yell, but it doesn't make him stop. He tickles me even more.

"Never." He goes to my neck and tickles me the most so far, making me try to dodge him.

"Please!" It gets harder to breathe the more he tickles me. If I'm being honest, this feels like it could be a form of torture. That should be the strategy jails use instead of the electric chair. He starts to use his other hand, forgetting that it was supposed to be pinning my arms down to prevent me from getting away. 

I bring my hands to his shoulders, and he stops. Now he is just staring at me. Why is he giving me that look? I smirk and push his shoulders to the right, making him fall onto his back against the bed. 

Harry looks shocked, and I hold down his arms and tickle his stomach this time. His whole face turns red as I tickles him more and more. "N-No! T-That wasn't supposed to h-happen!" He screams, struggling to talk while I tickle him. I laugh extremely hard, and tickle him more intensely. He is laughing and wheezing at the same time, trying to flail his arms under my grip.

I tickle his sides and he arches his back, trying to get away. He attempts to slide out from under me. "Oh no you don't!" I yell and tickle him even more than before.

"Y-Yes I a-am," He continues to stutter as he talks. It's almost impossible for him to catch his breath. "S-Stop! I b-beg you! P-Please Rae!" At this point, he is yelling as loud as he possible can at the moment for me to stop.

"Fine." I roll over next to him on the bed. He takes in a huge breath. 

"That was... intense." He shivers at the thought of getting tickled. I don't blame him, it's the worst.

"You started it, not me," I roll my eyes. "And we had to make it even." Harry sulks and turns onto his stomach.

"So what now?" He asks kicking his feet in the air. I sigh, shrugging. But suddenly I get the best idea and sit up. 

"Can I braid your hair?" He laughs when I say that. Does he think I'm joking?

"It's too short, there's no point." I shove him off the bed so he is sitting against it instead.

"I don't care, I'm braiding it anyway." I remember when he had his hair braided for a show during his One Direction days, and I became obsessed with it. Maybe I could recreate the look. I split his hair and begin the first braid on the left.

"Rae?" Harry asks.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know when you are getting your cast off?" I turn his head to an angle so I can braid it more easily.

"Tomorrow, actually." I forgot that my appointment is tomorrow. That means I'll be able to go back to filming soon! Thank goodness. It has been forever since I actually filmed.

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" Harry sounds offended and pretends to be hurt.

"Because I knew you would insist on driving me there. But I didn't want to disrupt your day, so I didn't say anything. I also forgot about it until now," Harry turns his head, and does not look convinced. "I swear I'm not lying! I really did forget!"

"Fine, I believe you," I tighten the braid and he winces. "Ow, that hurts."

"Of course it does, braids hurt when they get tighter. Don't worry though, it's all worth it in the end." Harry sighs.

"Okay," I chuckle and grab a small elastic from the night stand to my right. The second I finish, Harry jumps up to look in the mirror in the bathroom. "It looks so good!" I hear him yell from the bathroom, and he runs back, turning off the light.

"It's a little short, but that's your hairs fault, not mine." He sits down, rolling his eyes. I turn his head and do the same thing on the other side. He winces each time I tighten it, and put in the elastic.

"Is it done?" Harry asks, eager to go and see it in the mirror. I nod and he dashes away again. While he is gone, I change out of my dress and into my pajamas. They were my favorite ones. White sweatpants and a black cropped baby tee. It isn't meant to be pajamas, but they are so comfortable that I use them anyway.

He walks out and sees my putting my dress away. He examines my outfit and looks back up at me. "Do you like them?" I ask, waiting for him to say something. He nods, jumping onto the bed on his back. 

I shut off the lights then do the same. We talk in the dark for a while, just about random things. By now, it's 5am.

Authors note:

hey luvs! i thought i would give you guys a break of cliffhangers 🙄 i already miss writing them so much. but i know this chapter was cringey don't judge 💀 and yes i gave you guys an extra chapter today, your welcome. i am trying to find a way to bring niall back, so dw he will be here soon, im just trying to figure it out. daily reminder: dont hate on john he did nothing. thank you so much for reading! please dont forget to vote, and i love reading everyones comments! anywhoooo see you soon luvs ❤️