DEAR HARRY, | H.S.

Thirty

Jamie

Three episodes in, Harry was practically laying on top of me. He failed to mention he doesn't do well with scary.

"Why couldn't you be one of those girls who watches Gossip Girl?" he asked, covering his eyes.

"I do watch Gossip Girl, you prick." I lightly smacked his shoulder and faked a pained expression. From what I could see at least, he was still covering his eyes.

When I decided Harry wasn't actually watching the show, I turned it off. He peeked over his large hands and sighed.

"That's much better." He said, sounding exhausted.

"Harry, I have nothing on now." I said confused.

He nodded and sat back up.

"That's much better than watching that." He joked.

We laughed a little.

I hadn't worked in quite a while, I was wondering when I'd get the call that I was going to get fired. I was one of their best workers and here I was playing an extensive hookie with this beautiful human being.

"I should probably call work." I said to myself.

Harry turned toward me.

"I forgot you worked." He put a finger to his chin, like he was thinking deeply.

"You know if I call I have to go back and you'll be stuck in this boring city all by yourself for hours at a time." I tilted my head, innocently.

"Oh, no no." He wrapped his long arms around me. "That just won't do!" He said pulling me back onto the couch.

I know we still had no idea what we were, but these were the moments I looked forward to the most. Just goofing off and being normal. The moments that I had so rarely with Jake later in our relationship. It's the little things that you end up missing the most.

"I'm sorry Harry, I need to afford this apartment." I waved my hand around the best I could from under his grip.

"Just come on tour with me. I think you're small enough to fit in my duffle bag." He looked me up and down from his position and grinned.

"Yeah right." I laughed, pushing him off.

"Can we watch Gossip Girl?" He asked sweetly.

"Um, we can. Like the whole thing? There's a ton of seasons." I said as I grabbed my controller and went back into the Netflix app.

"No. I just want to know if Chuck ever tells Blaire that he loves her. I never got that far." He moped.

I snorted and the stared at the TV screen. Honestly of all the things I've ever expected to come out of Harry's mouth; that was not one of them.

When I looked back up to him after selecting the season and whatever episode he'd remember watching. I couldn't stop grinning or laughing lightly, he looked highly offended to say the least.

"Why is it so hard to believe that a man of my stature can love a show such as Gossip Girl?" He asked, sitting next to me on the couch, crossing his arms like a small child.

I'm sorry, a very tall and large child.

"There is nothing wrong with it." I laughed. "Just never thought I'd have the opportunity to enjoy my favorite show with Harry Styles."

It got quiet.

I didn't know if it was a comfortable silence.

I know Harry didn't enjoy people mentioning his fame or treating him any differently. Most of the time I kept to myself about my realizations that he was a real normal person and he was spending most of his off time with me.