In Tears [h.s]

8. A Whole Lotta Nothing.

“what the fuck are you doing?” I pushed him away, “I was agreeing to a date, and nothing else,”. 

“I’m sorry,” he seemed hurt, “it was a moment, I lost all of my self-control,”.

“listen, harry,” I nearly forgot his name, “it is Harry, right?”.

“yeah,” he frowned. 

“I might not be ready to kiss you yet, but I think we should go on a date sometime,” I said.  

 “you do, do you?” he asked, “well, I’m willing to compromise, as long as I get that kiss,”.

“we’ll see,” I smirked, “if you’re lucky,”. 

“so where are we going on this date?” he put his arm around me. 

“isn’t it the guys job to organise the date?” I raised an eyebrow.

“normally,” he said, “but you asked me on a date, I didn’t ask you,”. 

“when did I ask you?” I took another sip of the bottle in my hand, “I should said I think we should,”. 

“fine,” he rolled his eyes, “do you want to go on a date?”.

“depends, where are we going?” I asked. I picked up a cigarette from his case and played with it in my fingers. 

“I don’t know,” he said, “is there anywhere you want to go?”.

“I don’t mind,” I put the cigarette in my mouth, “can I borrow your light?”. 

He gave me the lighter and it lit the cigarette, letting the smoke enter my lungs. 

“you know that doesn’t have anything in it?” he asked. 

“oh I know,” I said, putting my head on his shoulder. He put his head against mine and I offered him my cigarette.

“I knew it!” someone yelled as harry took the cigarette from my hand.

“what?” harry chased him into the main room. I took the drink and followed him into the main seating area. 

“what did you see?” Louis asked Liam, who was panting. 

“these two, getting flirty,” Liam sighed, trying to get his breath back. 

“flirty?” I asked, astonished. 

“yeah, he had his arm round you, you were smoking the same cigarette,” Liam reasoned.

“it’s not what it looks like,” Harry protested, the lit cigarette still in his hand. 

“there’s a reason he has your number,” Louis said. I looked at Niall who was clutching his stomach trying not to throw up. 

“I gave him it this morning,” I defended myself, “in-case he needed me while I was getting coffee with Louis,”. 

“yeah, right,” louis scoffed.

“give me the cigarette,” I whispered to him. He put the cigarette in my hand and I took it back to where we were sat. I found the ash-tray on the ledge and took one last puff of smoke before I put it out. I then raced back to the situation we were dealing with. Harry was sat next to Zayn, who had his eyes fixed on Niall. 

“so how long has this been going on?” Liam asked, “have you been sleeping together as well?”

“literally today,” I said, “and that was as far is it’s gone,”. 

Louis gave me a judgmental look, trying to sus me out. 

“Tallulah, you’re in the puke zone,” Liam said, “I’d move if I was you,”. I quickly moved out of the zone and sat next to harry, still drinking the tequila harry gave me.