Not The Betting Type ~ Harry Lewis

Chapter Eight

Cal's plan seemed to work a charm. It was 4am and the three of us were stumbling home from the last club of the night going over how many people we'd kissed.

"Jess has well and truly taken the lead with an outstanding performance tonight!" Cal declared and Harry scowled.

"A valiant total of fourteen guys kissed while Harry only kissed three girls." Cal said and my mouth was wide open at this news.

"Look they were following me around all night, I couldn't get rid of them." Harry tried to explain but Cal wasn't having it.

"Just admit it Harry, you actually have a competition on your hands." He pushed and I was surprised to hear Harry agree with him.

"Yeah this might be a little bit tougher than I originally thought." He admitted while ruffling his hair.

I had the sudden urge to run my fingers through his hair and I had to snap myself out of it. The alcohol seemed to be taking its toll on my thoughts but why was my drunk self focused on Harry?

"What's up with you?" Harry asked me, having caught me looking at him.

"Nothing." I replied innocently as I tried to stop picturing myself sitting in his lap, kissing his neck and pulling at his hair.

"So Jess, did any of the kisses tonight leave you wanting more?" Cal asked wiggling his eyebrows and interrupting the tension between Harry and I.

I thought about the question for a second. I hadn't really let myself enjoy any of the kisses because my mind was set on beating Harry at his own game.

"Not really, I'm pretty sure the Sambuca shots prevented me from enjoying anything tonight." I replied with a groan, replaying the multiple other alarms that had gone off throughout the night in my head.

"You need to learn to handle your alcohol." Harry said with a scoff.

"And I'm sure she will if she hangs around us long enough." Cal interjected before I could say something rude back to Harry.

We had finally reached our building and we all crowded into the elevator together. As it lifted us up to the tenth floor my mind was at it again, imagining just Harry and I in the elevator alone.

While the guys were busy laughing about something a different image played in my mind of Harry pushing me up against the wall, his lips just millimeters away from mine, our breathing heavy.

"Earth to Jess! Are you getting out of the lift?" Cal asked me waving a hand in front of my face.

"I- yes sorry, I zoned out for a bit there." I said furiously blushing as I refused to even look in Harry's direction.

We said our goodbyes and Cal pulled me in for a hug. Harry was behind him already unlocking the door to their flat. A hug from him seemed to be completely out of the question and with the way my mind was acting right now, that was probably for the best.

Just as I turned to unlock my door, the elevator dinged again and a tall brunette girl walked out.

"Chelsea was it?" I heard Harry ask her and she nodded, giggling at nothing.

Harry draped an arm around her and led her inside their flat while Cal and I just looked at eachother in amazement.

"Chelsea was it?" I mocked and Cal started laughing.

"He's clearly worried now, getting a booty call at 4am? That's a new low even for Harry." Cal informed me.

"Well I've had quite enough of boys for one night!" I said and turned back to my door.