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seventeen.

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One Direction- Irresistible.

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Harry and Iman decided to spend a little time with Louis, seeing how happy he was about his freedom and realising it would be a bit sad to leave him all by himself. Even though, all Louis wanted was for both of them to spend time together and hopefully get some sparks increasing between them.

The cake was extra-large, not exactly what Louis had ordered, but Luke made it clear that he made it extra-large as his own celebratory gift for his former fellow inmate, and that made Louis a bit emotional, but as expected, he masked it with a highly sarcastic remark.

It was a carrot cake, an inside joke and something to annoy Louis, but it did turn out exceptionally great. Harry was fascinated by how pretty it looked, and it almost hurt him when the cake was sliced into pieces, but Iman assured him that the beauty would always stay in their tummies, for a while.

After a few minutes, Louis decided to drop both Iman and Harry at his flat, because Niall really had to rush out. He was standing right at the entrance of the flat, rubbing his palms, bouncing on his toes and flashing a nervous smile as they appeared, and Myra was just waking up from her nap.

The little one did not know what precisely to be excited for, was it that her father would actually watch her for the night or that his pretty friend has showed up again? It was like two gifts for her, and she could not contain her happiness. Who knows? Maybe Iman could take interest in her collection of Spiderman cards, since Aunt Gemma and Nana Anne have no knowledge about it.

Before leaving them, Louis threw a subtle joke about both Iman and Harry staying safe, and using protection, Iman immediately understood by the way he said it and Harry was a bit confused.

Niall and Louis have left the three of them alone, and the flat is now immediately quiet.

"Uh... uh... o-orange juice? Ap-Apple juice? H-Harry likes...likes Ap-Apple juice, you?" he asks, giving a nervous giggle and watching Myra skip around the flat.

"Same here, but right now I am okay, thanks," Iman smiles, hanging her jacket on the rack and sweeping her hair to the side.

Harry runs his hand through his hair, thinking of what to say, he feels very awkward. "This... this... this is my flat! Yes... yes H-Harry's flat! N-Nothing special... but... but love it,"

"Are you kidding?" Iman walks closer to him. "This is such a classy and artistic place you have, it looks like those flats you see on Tumblr and cry, because you want them to be real. The point is... I like it and I am rambling."

"Hmm... no... no," he flushes, smiling at her and immediately looking away. "H-Harry rambles too... too!"

"We have so much in common, we could be twins!" she beams, widening her eyes and waiting for his reaction, knowing he would be confused.

Harry pauses, dragging his eyebrows together and parts his lips, utterly confused and trying to see if it is a joke, sarcasm or an actual statement. How do these things differentiate from each other, and why is it so damn hard for him to pick up on them?

"Imaaaaaaaaaaaan," he groans in frustration.

"Harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry," Iman smiles, tucking a curl behind his ear and trying to keep eye contact. "It was a joke, don't be confused babe...,"