All The Same Mistakes{Harry Styles fanfic}

Ch 2

Harry unlocked the door, as we stumbled in laughing because Harry fell up the stairs. "You're so smooth!" I laughed at him. "You too." He winked, leaving me with an awkward feeling. "Are you coming in?" He asked from inside the open door, looking out.

"Uh yeah." I said, still with an awkward vibe.

I picked my buzzing phone out of my purse and pressed the green button, answering it. "Hey babe!" The voice on the other side exclaimed. "Hey hon' !" I giggled. "Are you coming over to tonight?" My boyfriend, Alex asked.

I glanced at Harry, still laughing and outstretched on the couch. "Uh, I don't-I don't think I can." I smirked. "Aw, ok. I'll uh, talk to you later?"

"Uh yeah." I said back, feeling the awkwardness coming. "I gotta..go." I chuckled at him.

"Move your legs!" I laughed at Harry, picking up his legs, putting them onto the coffee table. "Sit down now, loser."

I obeyed his 'command' and sat down.

We exchanged a few glances and pink cheeks. "Shit." I looked at him. "Harry, I have a boyfriend." I laughed at him. "I know, it sucks." He said a bit seductively. "Woah down boy." I groaned, Harry moving his focus back onto the tv.

"Why aren't you going to Alex's?" The little prick knew exactly why. "Uh, I just-I just don't want to."

"Sure." He glanced at me. "What's really the reason? "I told you."giggling and crossing my legs. "I'm gonna go put some sweats on." I said awkwardly. "Don't go ransacking again, I'll have to mess you up." Harry said, again seductively. What was he getting to?

I closed the door to my room behind me and slid down my pants, leaving me in grey, laced panties. I heard the door creak open, I snapped my head to see the intruder. I saw dark, curly hair and beautiful green eyes popping out

from the slightly opened door. "Get out!" I laughed, slamming the door on Harry. "Horny little boy." I laughed as I heard him walking down the hall. I slid my grey joggers up my left leg, and right following after.

I walked out into the living room, and stand in front of the tv. I tilted my head at him. "What was that?" I laughed a bit. "Come sit down, dork." He patted the couch beside him. "Alex could kill you, and you know that right?" I smirked as I sat down close to him. "He's got nothinnn on me! I'd kick his ass?" He said, glancing at me with a raised eyebrow. "He's a mma fighter, Harry." I poked at him. "So am I! I've just been hiding it from you." He looked totally serious, looking straight at me. I rolled my eyes as his head turned to the Tv. "Haz?"

"What?" He asked without making eye contact. "Wait, are you serious?" ,"No Anna." He laughed.

I got up to answer the loud knocking at the door . "H-hey." I said, looking at Alex's blue eyes in front of me. "You weren't answering my calls, I was just making sure you were ok." I gave him a playful punch in his chest. "I can take care of myself, and Harry's here!" I smiled at Harry, looking back at Alex again. "I don't like him." Alex mumled. "Tell him to stay away from you, or I'll kill him." He groaned, kissing me and walking down the stairs. "Uh b-bye..." I waved "He's not very good at whispering..." Harry said awkwardly, his green eyes staring into my blue ones. I looked at the ground and shook the eye contact off. "So, do you have any plans today? As it was only three in the afternoon. "I don't know, but it's hot in here." He grunted, pulling his shirt off as he walked down the hallway into his room. "Oh my god?" I said quietly, as he turned and winked at me.

***

I got up out of bed after lying there on my phone for a bit. I walked into the empty living room. I didn't like waking up alone. I opened the door of Harry's room and tiptoed over to his bed.

"Haz wake up?" I whispered, shaking his chest.

He grabbed me into his arms and flipped me over onto the cold duvet next to him. "Harry." I looked into his tired eyes. "Morning." He smiled at me. "Let me go!" I giggled as he squeezed me closer. "Why are you doing this?" I mumbled into his warm neck. "It's been too long." Is all he said. "What do you mean?" I asked, looking up at his gorgeous eyes. "Remember when we were talking in the kitchen, exchanging compliments? I don't care if you were purple or pink or yellow polka dots, you're still amazing." He said, still having a tight grip on my lower back. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I don't want to be away from you. You're amazing, and I don't think you're right for Alex. I mean, I bet he's on roids." He chuckled. "Are you only wearing underwear?" I asked him, staring at his chest. "Mhm." He smiled down at me as he bit his lip. I swiped my hand up, playing with his loose curls a bit. "Are you wearing my T-shirt?" He laughed, raising his vice a bit. "It was um, on my floor, I couldn't see anything." I said, playing with the hem of the black Ramones tee. "You're cute." He mumbled. "Go answer the door." I popped out of his arms and ran to answer the door. "Oh, hey again." I laughed at Alex as I opened the door. His eyes burned into the shirt, loosely just covering my crotch. "Who's shirt is that?" He groaned. "Haz's.." I mumbled, playing with the hem again. "Why are you wearing his shirt?" , "It was on my floor-it was dark." I watched his eyes glaring behind me. I turned around to see Harry in some basketball shorts, showing off his very fit body.

Alex pushed pass me into Me and Harry's flat. "What the hell are you doing?" I hissed at him. I watched him stomping into the kitchen, where Harry was fixing a cup of tea. Alex grabbed Harry by the shoulder, whipping Harry around. "You stay the fuck away from her." He spat. "Alex, get the fuck out of here, let him go!?" I yelled, Alex locking eyes with me as he threw Harry back into the kitchen counter. "Fine?" Alex yelled, throwing his arms out. "Stay off his dick." He mumbled at me. "Leave, Alex. We're done, get out. Now." I cried out, tears trickling down my cheeks. Alex looked into my eyes. "I was gonna end this anyway, slut." He yelled, as he slammed the door.

"Are you okay?" I ran up to Harry, as he was clenching over rubbing his lower back. "What's his problem?" He moaned. "I-i don't know." I choked out under my tears. "The question is, are you okay?" He asked, bending down and wiping my tears with his thumb.

"You're so petty when you cry." He smiled. "Shut up." I mumbled. Harry grabbed my waist and pulled me towards his, resting his head on my shoulder. "You're cold." He whispered into my close ear, rubbing my back.

"C'mon, lets go sit down. I'll get you a blanket." He said, taking my hand and leading me to the couch. He walked over with a large blanket, and sat next me, throwing it over us. His large hand snaked over to mine, grabbing it and intertwining out fingers.

"Harry, I just broke up with him ten minutes ago." I sighed. "I can't be getting to comfortable with you-" , "Yet." He corrected me, looking at me with a small squint. He squeezed my hand a bit tighter. "It's getting late. I'm gonna go to bed." Harry smiled at me as he stood from the couch and descended down the hall. I decided to hit the sack soon after .