Texting Harry Styles

Sleepovers

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After our "date", hangout whatever you want to call it, Harry and I walked back to my house. It was quite late so no one was really outside, and it was fucking freezing so that's probably why it was only us. I offered to take the bus but Harry complained that he'd had many Starbucks cupcakes and wanted to burn off the calories. Ew, exercise.

He walked me to my door and said goodnight, I would have invited him in if it weren't for my mother being in the house.

Harry's leaving for the One Direction tour tomorrow so we're going to have to go back to texting, which means we're going to stay friends, I don't do long distance relationships. Tried it. And hated it.

As I'm lying in bed, just about to fall asleep, my phone starts to ring. Great, I wonder who that could be.

"Hey Harry, what's up?"

"My dick," Harry giggles, his voice slightly slurred.

"Oh haha, how mature of you. Now seriously, what do you want it's like 2AM,"

"I just wanted to hear your voice," I can practically imagine him pouting right now.

"Harry couldn't you have called me in the morning?"

"I can't babe, my flight is really realllyyy early. I won't see you..."

I gulp slowly, Harry didn't mention he was leaving early.

"When will we see each other again?"

"Wellllll, this is cliche as fuck but look outside your window"

Being careful not to make too much noise, I stand and creep over to my window slowly, spotting a clearly drunk Harry waving up at me, with a goofy grin on his face.

"Harry! What the fuck?! You're not climbing though my window!" I whisper harshly, watching as he almost trips over a garden gnome.

"Of course I'm not silly! I'm not bloody Tarzan! You're going to let me in through the front door" He regains steadiness and motions to the front door.

"What if my mum wakes up?"

"We'll be quiet! Just please come and answer the door I'm freezing my nips off, all four of them"

I snort at his lame joke but agree and slowly make my way downstairs, listening to Harry whisper into the phone. I hang up and open the door quickly and Harry rushes in, his teeth chattering. I motion for him to shutup, grab his hand and lead him back upstairs to my room.

Once inside my mess of a room, I lock the door to make sure no one will come in, then sit on my bed awkwardly.

"Jesus Christ Lana, have you ever heard of cleaning?" Harry snickers, glancing at the massive pile of clothes that I've shoved under my bed.

"Well I wasn't expecting guests, I suggest you don't say anything else or I'll kick you out"

Harry rolls his eyes and sticks out his tongue, jumping onto my bed with a loud "umph", his curls falling into his eyes.

"Are you going to cuddle with me or not? It's my last night," Harry murmurs, climbing under the covers. I roll my eyes, he's taken up most of the bed.

"Okay" I say simply, leaning back into his embrace. It's weird being held by someone, but it's warm and cozy and feels right.

"Goodnight Lana Banana"

"Goodnight Harry"

"Lana?"

"Yes?"

"I'm gonna miss you,"

"I'm gonna miss you too"

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[sooooo I had surgery and it all went fine thankfully! Thanks to those who commented, you were all so lovely ❤️ And Omg this has just gotten 10k reads! Like what the fuck I gained like 7k in a month. Honestly, I think this book is quite shit but I'll keep writing it if you keep reading it. Thanks to everyone that reads x]

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