Rain | Harry Styles

6.5

'i'm so glad we made it, look how far we've come, my baby.'

(still the one - shania twain)

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H.

"Hey, hey, no!" I roared with laughter, shoving Liam backwards onto the opposing couch and taking a sip from my can of coke, "that is not how the story went."

"Yes it is!" Liam protested with a grin, waving his hand dismissively, "I found you under a bloody bench while you kept asking for your fuckin' mum."

Luke scoffed playfully, "what a loser."

"Can it, Hemmings, you're still on thin ice," I teased, as Luke raised his hands in play surrender.

"You can it, Styles - I can take you down in one hit," Tasha joked.

"I don't hit women," I stuck my tongue out at her, and she stood up, drink in hand.

"Fight me!" she declared, as I hid behind Ana with a smirk.

"Nah, I'm fucking terrified now," I buried my face into Ana's shoulder with a grin plastered onto my face.

Ana sat further back on Tasha's couch as I lifted my head from her shoulder, a soft smile on my lips as Luke, Liam and Tasha emerged themselves in yet another happy, drunken conversation.

"I fucking love you," I murmured subconsciously, pressing a kiss to the side of Ana's head as I sent her another tired smile. I couldn't help but fall even more in love when I looked into Ana's sleepy brown-eyed gaze, the beautiful crinkles by her eyes as she smiled, and her messy curls framing her face. It must've been near 3AM by now, the five of us extremely content with one another - all of us talking from the moment we'd escaped our parents into the basement of Tasha's house and curled up on the couches.

Ana was tired just like me, it was clear, but she also seemed far too happy to go to bed - tonight was the beginning of an era for all of us. We were finished with high school and going into our adult life - and we were doing it altogether.

"I love you more," she told me, allowing our lips to connect for a couple of moments, before a pillow connected with the point our lips met.

"Liam, so help me fucking God, if that was you, you're getting flipped," I side-eyed Liam on the other couch, as Liam let out a terrified squeal and stood up, only for me to chase him and tackle him to the ground.

I heard Ana as she erupted into laughter, while Tasha did the same, the two of them standing up to intercept, only to be dragged down onto the floor with Liam and I, leading Luke to intercept and be dragged down with us, too. No mercy, here. 

And that was us - a heap on the floor of giggling teenagers who had found love, happiness, and pure content in one another. We had found trust, and build a bond that would carry us beyond high school and through it all. This would be my family until the day I died, I knew that for sure. And, fuck - how cheesy was that? A family - something I never pictured myself finding in a group like this. 

As we took our places back on the couches, returning to cracking horrible jokes and throwing pillows at one another, I couldn't help but silently reminisce among the group of five I sat within; who I'd gone through absolutely everything with.

If the day Ana Grace stumbled out of that random bar on the corner of the street at some ungodly hour, you'd told me I'd fall in love with the beautiful girl who'd caught me smoking on some concrete steps, I'd have told you that you were insane. But now I sat beside the girl I loved, watching her in pure, undeniable admiration and adoration as she threw her head back in laughter at something stupid Liam had said - and I couldn't help but remember all we'd gone through together.