Prey [ h.s ] (on hold)

Chapter 9

It's been a couple of minutes since the hairdryer discussion and we're now sitting in the couch watching tv, specifically the news. We were pretty bored, not talking at all, not really paying attention to the tv. I looked to the side and see him lowering the volume with the control.

"Are you still mad about the hairdryer thing?" He suddenly starts, making me jump in my seat.

"I though it was obvious." I quickly replied, faking a smile. Not pretending to make it look real though to be honest. I watch him as he slowly turned down the volume of the tv.

"Why? Is a cold really too much for you?" He laughs out.

"It's not just that, it's the feeling of the wet hair against my back. Also, my hair is naturally curly and you probably don't even have a straightener." I explained.

"What's wrong with it being curly? Do you not like your natural hair?" He furrows his eyebrow and I drag my eyes to the tv again.

"I hate it, it's weird. I look fucking crazy and not to mention, it gets messy very easily... that's why I used to have so many knots before I bought a straightener." I explain.

"Shut it, have you seen my hair?" He turns to me, grinning at his own sentence.

"Your hair is fine, could've looked worse if you didn't care for it." I smiled, a quiet giggle almost escaping my mouth.

"Still! It looks like a bloody mop." He laughs, looking back at the tv. "Louis tells me that quite a lot... he doesn't like the fact I haven't cut my hair." He smirks.

"Because Louis is a dickhead in case you haven't noticed." I giggle under my words. This time, I decided to take my eyes off the television screen and looked at Harry. He looked ridiculously beautiful right now. I don't even think it's fair to look like this.

It's not like he wasn't beautiful before, he's just looks so pretty? His loose curls Louis supposedly disliked, his forest eyes now sparkled by the lights... But he looks tired.

"He is a good friend, but he can be a dick sometimes yeah." He affirmed, as I let out a quiet yawn. Never heard such a truthful sentence coming out from this man's mouth. "Getting sleepy aren't we? At least I am." He admits with his raspy voice.

"Take a nap then." I shook my head, trying to focus on the news. They were only talking about murders that had happened earlier, so, the usual news.

And suddenly he turned his head to me, "Take a nap? So I wake up in a few hours and have no sleep for the rest of the night? Don't think so." he says, getting serious.

"Ok, then go to sleep. It's not that hard, is it?" I nervously giggled. His mood changes so much so quickly sometimes, it's weird. No, he's weird.

"Alright, you're coming with me then."

"Piss off, just because you're going to sleep doesn't mean I need to go with you. I don't want to sleep just yet." I stated, now looking at the tall, brunette man standing in front of me.