Darling [h.s]

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Song For This Chapter:

Best Friend- Rex Orange County

"You're gonna wanna be my best friend, baby"

Darlene's POV

"Are you still mad at me?" Harry breaks the silence, speaking in a quieter voice than normal as if he doesn't want the uber driver to hear.

"I wasn't even mad Harry, just annoyed" I sigh not wanting to have this conversation anymore. That's one thing about Harry that also drives me insane, his inability to drop a subject. He always seems to need to delve deeper into each conversation he has, he never likes when a conversation is "unfinished" in his eyes.

Me on the other hand, once I drop a subject I don't feel the urge to continue the conversation further. Usually when someone does that, the other person would too. Not Harry though, he milks that shit.

"Are you still annoyed at me?" He asks in a soft tone. I still stare forward. If we are going to drink some more at his place I need a couple minutes to recharge my social battery.

"No Harry" I sigh again, leaning over to rest my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes. Hopefully he takes the gesture as a 'see I'm not annoyed because I'm laying my head on your shoulder' type thing.

I know I'm short-tempered and also don't try and conceal my annoyance around others. Some people may call it bitchy, I'd like to think I'm just honest. Trying to conceal annoyance is tiring, plus people usually can't read body language well so I am just very up front.

"Tired?" Harry chuckles, I can feel his head tilt slightly to look at me but I keep my eyes closed.

I shake my head against his shoulder, "No, just need to recharge for a couple minutes" I say peering up a him.

He looks down at me with a soft smile and I decide it would be best to close my eyes again. Soft Harry and Sweet Harry are apparently my weakness. Well basically any Harry except for Annoying Harry is a weakness, if I'm being honest. Luckily he chooses to be annoying most of the time so usually I don't have to worry.

But the fact I know that he can be sweet, soft, or whatever else has made me more tolerable of him when he's being annoying. Which is probably why I don't want to strangle him all the time anymore.

We stay silent for the remainder of the car ride and I open my eyes once I feel the car come to a stop. With the few minutes of silence that I got, I'm feeling a lot less overwhelmed and on edge.

Harry silently leads me into his apartment the same way he lead me out of the bar, with his hand on my lower back.

If I had to rate my drunkness out of 10 I'd say I'm around a 5/10. But now that I'm not in public at a bar I feel like bumping that rating up a couple points.

When I enter Harry's apartment I'm actually surprised with how nicely decorated it is. Most guys I know have minimal decor. But Harry's apartment looks put together, he has family photos and artwork scattered across the walls. The apartment itself is also pretty nice, definetly more modern than mine.

"Alright, hand over the Vodka Dimples" I say devilishly.

Harry turns around giving me an amused yet devilish smile as well and walks towards his kitchen.

I watch Harry open up one of the cabinets and he pulls out a huge bottle of vodka, damn.

He places the bottle down on the counter moving a bit further down and opening a different cabinet to retrieve two shot glasses.