18 - h.s

twenty four

Harry Styles

"Zayn, by the way," I turned to look at Zayn, making him tear his eyes away from his phone for a brief second to look at me. "I invited Sophia to your party tomorrow night." The bustle of whatever the boys were doing around me stopped and they all stopped dead, staring at me in confusion. 

"You what?" Niall spoke up from behind me, causing me to shoot up from my seat and wander around my room as all of their eyes followed me around the room intently, as if I were crazy. 

Which I may be. 

I'm not exactly sure myself, yet.

"I invited her." I shrugged as nonchalantly as I could, walking around the room before deciding to walk over to Liam who still sat bouncing that fucking ball against my wall. I swiped it from his hand and pushed him to the ground, walking back over to the window and opened it.

I stood in the breeze of the cold air that entered my room. I felt a hand on mine, most likely Liams trying to grab his ball back but I pushed behind me, consequently pushing him to the ground. I erupted into a chuckle at the sound of him falling as I kept his ball in my hand, before bouncing it to the floor and catching it. 

I swung my self round to face the boys who were now just staring back at me, with Liam looking up at me still on the floor with his weight resting on his elbows. "What?" I slumped myself down and sat on the open window ledge.

"Why did you invite her?" Liam asks, a confused look on her face as he looked me up and down with a dirty look as he focused his stare on his ball in my hand. 

"She's my girlfriend, asshole." I snapped, throwing the ball back at him, causing him to duck and flip me off, picking up his ball and keeping it away from me this time. He pushed himself up off his elbows and sat with his legs crossed and passed his tennis ball between each of his hands, not taking his eyes off me, with a suspicious look on his face.

"For some weird reason," Liam started in a sarcastic tone and rolled his eyes before landing them back on me, "I don't believe you." he chuckled in disbelief, his hands not stopping throwing the ball around. 

"You don't do girlfriends, or feelings. You told us that. Multiple times." Zayn spoke up from across the room, causing my eyes to dart over to where he was sat on his phone, speaking without taking his eyes off it. "You just fuck right?" Zayn asked smugly, with a smirk and looked up from his phone at me and placing it in his lap as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Why are you guys so fucking bothered? Just fucking accept it, I have a girlfriend. I'm dating Sophia. She's coming to your party with me. End of story. Okay?" I snapped, standing up from the window ledge and I walked over to my bag, grabbing my pack of cigarettes, that was running a bit low, and pulled on of them out, reaching into my pocket for my red lighter and lit it.

"Oi! Share, asshole." Louis spoke up, walking over to me and I rolled my eyes, handing the packet out to him. He smiled in thanks and grabbed one, also taking my lighter from my hand. I turned around and walked back over to the window, Louis following suit as I swung my legs over the ledge and dangled them over the outside. Louis leaned against the inside of the window, striking up a conversation with the rest of the boys as he took drags from his cigarette.

I let my mind wander as I placed it to my lips and took a long drag, closing my eyes and thinking for a second before letting out a long breath and blew out the debris in front of me. I opened my eyes and watched as the smoke dispersed into the air and disappeared.

 I shifted my eyes down to my feet and my thoughts, for some reason, trailed back to Sophia. I could not help but wonder if she was okay. Not that I care that much, but if I have to pretend to be her boyfriend and make it believable, I at least have to try. Or act like I'm trying. I really could not help but think back to that day with Niall outside her car, she really didn't seem okay, she seemed anxious and stressed, there was something definitely off with her. 

I kept questioning why she didn't get along with her parents very well, I knew it wasn't the best thing to do because that was her life and it's nothing to do with me, it's her issues not mine so it's not really my place to ask or interfere. It's not even like i'm her real fucking boyfriend.

"Harry!" 

"Fuck!" I jumped at Niall's voice snapping me from my deep stare and my overwhelming thoughts and I nearly fell out of the fucking window. And I dropped my cigarette out of the window. "Ni, what the fuck? I dropped my cigarette! I nearly fucking fell out!" I swung my legs back round and sat on the opposite side of the ledge, the boys all laughing at me hysterically, resulting in me flipping them all off and rolling my eyes.

"I called your name three times, mate!" Niall laughed, nudging me with his elbow and raising his eyebrows. "You were in your own little world, what were you even that deep in thought about?" He asked in an accusing tone and crossed his arms, while raising one eyebrow at me. 

"He's probably thinking about his fucking girlfriend," Zayn laughed, not looking up from his phone, making Niall and Liam erupt in laughter. I rolled my eyes and leapt down from the window, and scoffed at the boys. 

I pushed past them, flipping them off and pushed Niall, causing him to stumble a little and push my back as I walked past him. 

"Oh fuck you all." I pushed past them. I slumped myself in the corner and continued to sulk at the teasing from the rest of the boys. I couldn't fight the small smile that unknowingly crept up onto my face and I bit my lip hard to stop my smile from growing even bigger. 

"Also Louis," I clicked my fingers over at him, making him look at me with a confused expression as I held my hand out. "Lighter, asshole." I moved my fingers in a "come here" motion to push him to give me it back. He always takes my fucking lighters and I've fucking had enough of it.

"Fuck sake," he sighed and mumbled under his breath, trudging over to me and slamming it into my open hand, causing a smug smile to flash onto my face.

 "Oh, so you do know how to give stuff back?" I questioned sarcastically, being met with another eye roll from Louis as I clasped my hands around it and shoved it back into my pocket. 

"Oh fuck off to your girlfriend will you?" Louis mocked, crossing his arms over his chest and shoving himself down into a chair and spreading his knees, leaning further back into the chair. 

I rolled my eyes and tried to fight the small smile that tried to creep up on me, tucking my lips into my mouth and taking a deep breath, as subtly as I could.

I was surprised to not be dreading spending a lot of time with her, I'm not saying I'm looking forward to it, but I'm not going to want to fucking shoot her for every second of it, which would make a change from some people.