Deceit [h.s]

Five

Since I won't be able to update later this week, here it goes.
Enjoy it ;) ;)

Elizabeth:

"Do you need a ride home, Liz? I can take you." Liam offered me, a kind smile gracing his features. Harry was closely watching our interaction, a smug grin across his face. He wanted me to stay the night and now I had to choose, all indirectly thanks to Liam.

"I don't think it will be necessary. Harry will take me home." He looked between Harry and I, deciding on whether he should comment or not. Finally, Liam nodded in agreement, keeping quiet for the sake of ending the night peacefully. If only he knew what nearly happened an hour ago, I thought to myself.

"Okay. Goodnight, Liz. Be careful." He embraced me in a comforting hug, while I relished in the feeling of having his arms wrapped against me. Liam was my personal, giant teddy bear and his hugs were by far the best ones. He kissed my temple, already picking up his coat and making his way outside. The other boys said goodbye too, promising they would be around more often as long as I showed up. Niall left with a sexual remark and soon enough Harry and I were alone again.

"Do you want to go home? Louis brought the other car so we don't have to drive the Lamborghini." I smiled, surprised that he had been thoughtful enough.

"Do you want me to go home? This may be our last night before your big robbery." I half smiled, those words coming off as a poor attempt of a joke.

"Of course I don't want you to go. It's up to you, Elizabeth. Entirely up to you." If I thought too much about it, I would only walk in circles. Harry is a criminal, I shouldn't like him but I do.

"Do you have a spare toothbrush?" I asked shyly, feeling slightly uncomfortable in my jeans and wondering if I would have to sleep in them.

"I have a toothbrush, some comfortable clothes and whatever you may need." He told me cockily. I just rolled my eyes, already going upstairs to his room. Harry trailed behind me, being silent the entire time.

"Sweatpants, T-shirt, shirt? What do you want?" He asked me, holding the door to what I assumed was his closet. I pondered over my options, deciding against anything uncomfortable or too revealing.

"Sweatpants and a button up shirt." He nodded, disappearing inside his closet. I sat down on the bed again, not really sure about what I should do. I didn't want to snoop on his things but I also had a feeling he wouldn't mind. Before I could do anything about it, Harry came back, clothes in hand.

"The bathroom is that glass door inside the closet. There is toothpaste and toothbrushes in there. I will be here waiting for you." He winked at me while I followed his directions, impressed by the amount of clothes he had. So many suits and expensive shoes that I had to double check. At least he had good taste. Not every man would know the difference between Armani and Prada, but I was positive he knew.

Inside the bathroom I found a bathtub, an enormous marbled sink and too much space for only one person. I wanted to be quick, mainly because being alone gave me time to second guess my decision of staying there, but also because I felt as if we never had enough time to learn more about each other. I brushed my teeth in a rush, removing those uncomfortable jeans and slipping inside his clothes. They smelled of clean laundry and Harry, an intoxicating combo in my opinion. Looking myself in the mirror, I saw flushed cheeks, larger clothes and a black lacy bra peaking from underneath his shirt.

It was as good as I could get, I thought to myself, trying to undo all those knots on my hair even though I hadn't found a brush.

When I got back, Harry was going through some DVDs, deeply in thought. He looked even more handsome than before, if possible.