[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Every good story needs a villain. But the best villains are the ones you secretly like." - Stephanie Garber, Legendary
A/N: Enjoy chapter 69! ;)
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I honestly shouldn't have drunk so much yesterday. Not only that I now have a hangover, no, I have also done the most embarrassing things last night which I can unfortunately still remember quite clearly.
Alcohol always has the effect of making me talk without a filter, I think it's does with everyone. Still, it's no less awkward because of it, after all I called Harry "baby" in front of Niall and I said to him that Harry destroyed my pussy. Fuck me.
Why am I just like that?
There was one good thing about last night though and that was that Niall and I made peace. The half hour I was alone with him really welded us together. I don't even remember who got the vodka, but I guess I can thank it for the fact that the evening wasn't a disaster after all.
With Niall on our side, hopefully it won't be so terrible when the others find out that there's something going on between Harry and me. Sooner or later everyone will know it anyway, we all work too closely together for that.
But I prefer that they all find out later rather than sooner. I think we still need time. Especially to find out what we actually are.
Niall called us a couple, but we never talked about it before. I liked how it was, nothing was wrong with it and now I have to think about how to call the relationship between the two of us.
Harry and I talked about last night only briefly when we woke up. Therefore there was no suitable moment to bring up this topic. And to be honest I'm afraid to do it, what if Harry doesn't want it that way between us?
What then? It would be awkward between us and I don't want to take that risk, after all we just found each other again.
So such a conversation can wait for now, especially since we have other problems. Layla has found out a name. Yes, we have the name of the one photographer. Finally we get ahead with our search for the culprit who sent us the pictures.
"James." Layla now announced the name. We all gathered in Harry's living room, just waiting for this moment.
Dramatic as Layla is, she waited to reveal the name, which earned her another snarky remark from Niall. The two have been bitching at each other since they got here.
"Thank God, she finally said it," Came a groan from Niall. "You sure took your time."
"Shut up and be glad you get to be there." she hissed at him to which he just rolled his eyes. "Am I supposed to thank you now too? After all, I got the list and made it possible for us to have a name," he said.
