《The Chase (Harry Styles)》Chapter 94
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Oh my god it has been way too long. I'm so sorry that I kind of just forgot about this... I plan on doing more frequent updates. I swear. But I've got a really good excuse, even though I'm sure you guys don't care, I'm going to type it anyways. I fell in love. OK there it is. It happened. Story time now(:
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CHAPTER 94
ANGIE'S POINT OF VIEW
I woke up on Christmas morning with Harry's big strong arms wrapped around me. He straddled me with all parts of his body, and his scent intoxicated me. I didn't want to leave my current position, so I just stayed carefully still. His bare chest falling up and down gave me a sense of security. I felt safe.
A few minutes later his body shifted and he yawned. "Good morning beautiful." He whispered in a raspy morning voice. His words made my entire body shiver.
"Merry Christmas." I smiled.
Our bodies were molded together as one and we both looked at each other for awhile. Neither one of us said anything though. That was until Rosie began crying. I started to get up when Harry quickly stood up before me. "I'll get her." He walked over to where he had thrown his clothes the night before and slipped on his boxers. Then he picked up Rosie and rocked her back and forth.
"I'm going to go shower." I spoke. I rose up from the bed and quickly scurried into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me, and turned the water on. I ran a comb through my hair as the water heated up, and then I hoped in. The water quickly warmed up my body as I lathered my hair with a vanilla smelling shampoo. I rinsed out my hair, and washed my body with a grapefruit body wash, and then got out of the shower.
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I wrung my hair out and decided not to dry it. I put on my footie pajamas, and then walked out of the bathroom. "That was quick." Harry remarked as I sat back down on the bed.
"I wanted to spend time with you." I said as Harry sat down next to me on the bed with Rosie in his arms. He had dressed Rosie in a red top with green and white stripped leggings. He had also taken the time to pull back her little blond ringlets in green bows that brought out the green in her eyes.
"Well aren't you cheesy?" Harry smirked as he placed his soft pink lips on my cheek.
"Only for you." I smiled.
He laughed and then stood up. I watched him carefully as he walked over to his coat that was laying down on top of his bag. He unzipped the pocket and pulled out a necklace that had tons of diamonds on it. It looked like it weighed a ton!
"Sorry that I didn't wrap it." He came over to me and clasped it around my neck as I began to shake with tears. "Aw baby don't cry. I can take it back if you don't like it..." He trailed off. He knelt next to me on the bed and began kissing me all over the face. "I'm sorry you don't like it, but I thought-"
"I love it. I love you." I cut him off.
"That's suck a relief. I thought you hated it." Harry fell backwards on the bed and smiled up at the ceiling. As he sat back up I noticed that he had started laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"It's just... You're wearing... Um, a.. Uh, very classy necklace with footie pajamas." He laughed even harder.
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"Sorry, should I change into something nicer?" I question.
"No, lets have this be a pajama day. I mean, I'm just wearing boxers..." He smirked.
I was about to laugh when Harry's phone began ringing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I reached over for my phone and saw that Louis was calling. I answered the phone quickly.
"Hey lad, Merry Christmas." I sang into the speaker.
"Merry Christmas to you too." His voice sounded restrained.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I did something very bad..." He trailed off.
"I'm sure it's fine." I tried to reassure him.
"No... It's really not. You're going to hate me forever and I-"
"Louis, tell me what's going on." I spoke firmly.
"But you're going to hate me." I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was really stressed.
"It can't be that bad." I said.
"Really? So telling an interviewer that you were in Paris isn't bad? And having management find out is fine?" He asked quickly.
Without responding I walked over to the window and drew the blinds. There were about one hundred girls standing in the cold on Christmas.
"How the hell did they find my hotel?" I questioned.
"People talk... Maybe someone saw you go in or something. I'm so sorry Harry." Louis whispered.
"Are management mad?" I said nervously.
"They want you and Angie back tomorrow morning. Oh and don't check twitter, it was all management!" Then the line went dead.
"Shit." I said.
"What's going on Harry?" Angie asked.
"Louis accidentally told people that we were here and now management wants to see us. We've got to get back over there." I said slowly.
"This can't be good." She frowned.
I nodded my head and then quickly opened up Angie's laptop. I clicked on her mentions and was horrified at the stuff people were saying. Almost all of our relationship people had supported us. The amount of hate Angie received was always minimal. I didn't understand why she was all of the sudden getting so much.
I went to Louis' twitter and everything was explained. His most recent tweet was to Angie. It said, "It's a real shame that you were able to mess up Harry's career. Too much of a distraction I suppose..."
Angie read it over my shoulder and then pulled out her phone. I watched as she scrolled through her mentions on her phone. Her eyes became red and puffy as she exerted loud sobs. "It's my fault. Without me you'd still be with the boys." She cried.
"No baby, no." I hugged her tightly and let her cry onto my bare chest. "I love you."
After she let go of me I took her phone and frowned as I read a few of the tweets. I deleted the app off of her phone, and completely deactivated her account.
"That solves that." I said quietly.
"Maybe that tweet was right. Maybe I am a distraction." Angie sniffled.
"No, you're my everything." I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "I love you."
"Love you too Harry."
"Oh and Merry Christmas to you too babe." I laughed.
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Happy? I updated. Oi, it had been awhile... Sorry.
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