Roses {Harry Styles FanFiction}

Chapter 1

I've always had a bad memory, but it's never been this bad. I rummaged through my purse , looking for a particular green sticky note with a flower border I had drawn on with a pink pen. I pulled out my car keys and walked to the driveway. As I unlocked the doors of my lifted F150, I heard a faint noise in the darkness behind me. I turned around to see nothing but trees. I shook off the chill that went down my spine and opened the truck door and hopped in. I shut the door to keep out the night air and turned on the light. I look on the dashboard and there it was. As I reached for the sticky note, I noticed a pair of eyes that stared back at me. I jumped in my seat, screamed and covered my face somehow thinking it would protect me from the mysterious eyes outside my truck window . The door opened and I saw the beautiful face of my one and only, Harry. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me towards him . I stared at his vivid green orbs and moved my way down to his lips. They looked so perfect and soft. I moved my hands to his jawline and brought his face closer to mine. He lifted me out of the truck with our lips still intact. After shutting the door, he took me inside and set me on the counter. I felt his warm hands leave my waist and a slight breeze instantly made me want him back. He touched his forehead to mine and I could feel the messy curls move against my hairline. "What do you want for dinner?" I asked. He looked around the kitchen and then back at me. He whispered in my ear, "How about I cook for you?" I looked at him in confusion, "Think you can handle it?" I jumped off the counter and he kissed my forehead. "Yeah babe, you know I'm perfectly capable." I giggled at him and ran off to the bathroom to get ready for the night. I threw on some shorts and a baggy tee. When I came out, I could smell something awful and it made my appetite go away . It lingered around my nose as I walked back to the kitchen. I saw him standing there, his shirtless body and muscles move as he brought dishes from the stove to the sink. I was mesmerized by his movements, so graceful, yet so stern. I sat at the bar and watched him cook for me and stared at his curls as they shifted when he turned his head. How could a girl get any luckier than this? He turned to look at me and had a smirk on his face. "Are you ready?" He asked. I hesitated and gave him an unsure look. This isn't the first time he's cooked for me. For some reason, this time I was nervous. It looked like a bunch of little half moons filled with something inside along with rice on the side. He set the plate down in front of me and handed me a fork with a smile on his face. I could tell he was eager for me to try. He loves to cook for me , and it's usually something I've never seen before but tastes delicious every time. I just wish he'd let me cook for him more often. How could I complain though? A man cooking for me? I'm as grateful as ever. I took the fork and pointed to the dark brown/black sauce on top of the half-moon-looking thing, "What's this"? He chuckled at my expression, "Soy sauce, love!" My nerves eased a little as I took a bite and tasted the soy sauce blend with the meat. My taste buds engulfed the flavoring, and made me crave more of the delicious food. I took more and more bites being cautious of how fast I chewed. I glanced up and saw him gazing into my eyes with a slight smirk on his face. "What?" I asked. He stayed silent for a moment, "Nothing, I just love watching you enjoy my food." I smiled and continued to eat. "What is this anyway?" I asked. "Empanadas!" He smiled. No need to say more. They were good and that's all that mattered to me. He took my dishes from me and put them in the dish washer. "I got all your laundry done after work today!" I said excitedly. He walked over to me and planted a kiss on my cheek, "Thanks babe!" I hopped from the bar stool and over to the couch where we watched a movie until we fell asleep.

I woke up but kept my eyes shut. I could tell there was light shining through the window, because my face felt warm. I remained relaxed and unmoved, listening to the birds outside chirp. I started to feel movement from behind me and I realized that I was still on the couch. I could feel Harry getting up behind me. He put one leg over me, onto the floor and pushed the rest of his body up. I didn't hear him move for a good moment until I heard a small groan and I could tell he was stretching. I listened to the pitter patter of his feet walk to the blinds and open them as well as the window. I started to smell the fresh spring air and happiness washed over my body. I heard Harry's pitter patter come back over to me. I expected him to wake me up, but instead , his arms went underneath me as he picked me up and carried me to our room. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my head on his shoulder. I felt the bed underneath me and his arms disappear. I put myself under the blanket and felt Harry come snuggle up behind me. First, his arms wrapped around my waist. Then, his hand slid down to my thigh as he whispered in my ear, "I love you and I wouldn't trade you for the world." A smile appeared on my face and he kissed my cheek. I rolled over to him, grabbed his face, and kissed him . As I pulled away, he kissed me passionately and pulled me closer to him . I wrapped my leg around him and he put his hand on my leg moving up with each kiss he gave. He moved his hand under my shorts, "This right here," he said as he squeezed my butt, " is simply amazing." I laughed and pushed him away. He chuckled, "What? I was just speaking the truth." I rolled my eyes, "Yeah yeah yeah." I got off the bed and walked into the bathroom to clean up. When I came out, Harry was laying on his side with his head propped up and his hand on his hip. "Draw me like one of your french girls , babe." I grabbed the door frame and said,"Only if you can draw me first." He smirked, "Alright, but you have to strip for me." I smiled and walked over to him and crawled onto the bed, "I would need a little help." He kissed me and got off the bed. "I would dear, but I have a date today." My heart raced for a moment and my facial expression gave it way. As I opened my mouth , he interrupted with a kiss and said, "With the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. So get ready because we need to leave at noon."