Wishing Star [Harry Styles]

06 || A Boy with Tattoos

Jesse

"You have a lot of hot sexy lingeries."

I almost gagged as he stared at me with his famous smirk. He winks at me as he started walking into the front door with his arms, securely wrapped around his broad chest. I stood there with my jaw dropped into the floor- embarrased at myself.

I'm going to kill myself. I forgot that I left my drawers widely opened before I got here to talk to him. Oh my gosh. I'm so embarrased. Those underwears are a gift from Tyler and he thinks it looks pretty and me so he bought it. I'd never wear any single one of those, though. It looks disgusting.

Well, okay. I have to admit that some of them are cute but I feel like if I wear one of those- I feel slutty. Tyler thinks it's ridiculous because he fucking wants me to wear those, so badly.

As I heard the creak of the door opening, Harry turned around once more and he let out a short chuckle to himself as he finally pass through the door and shut it right after.

Does that looks amusing to him?

I took a glance at Tyler's side with my eyes widened and mouth dropped. He seems to be shocked by Harry too as his both huge pale hands covered his mouth trying his best not to scream. Yes, scream.

He always does that and it fucking annoys me, so we got in to these conclusion that I will steal his boyfriend (but no way on Earth that I will fucking going to do that) if he doesn't does that ear breaking scream or squicks again.

"I think.." I breathe. "I can't handle him."

"I can handle him if you want-"

"What-"

"I'm just joking!" He snorted as he hurriedly walks into the door.

God, my bestfriend is really annoying.

*****

"Hey Jesse!" Harry calls me for the eleventh time this afternoon.

We are here inside of Tyler's mom restaurant. This place is one of the most popular restaurant in London. It's very beautiful and classy. The walls are painted by royal red and the floor makes the whole restaurant cozy because of the brown wooden tiles.

I let out a frustrated sigh as I snapped my head from my phone and placed it in to him, instead. "What do you want, Harry?!"

"Do you want to do something?" He asked with a huge grin while playing with the cap of his water bottle. "I'm getting bored. I mean we've been here the whole evening and afternoon. Well uh, except earlier when Tyler gives you something that I don't know what it's called but can we do something? You know.. fun?"

The rest of the afternoon is quite nice but not because of Harry irritating me every single minute he gets a chance to. Let us say that he's the most annoying person I have ever met.

Okay, maybe I find him attractive and lovely but can I take that back? I hate him already. I mean it.

"You know, Harry?" Tyler started as he sassily spins the straw at his cherry drink. "Me and Jesse are supposed to have fun but then you came along.." He trailed off as he started drawing things at the table. "-and then BANG! No no. Ruined everything. Lots of problems. So yeah! Sorry for making you bored, Styles."

Harry blinks rapidly as if the words that fells off Tyler's mouth sank in his mind. "Ouch," He muttered placing his hands on his chest pretending to be hurt. "Uh, well that's explains all."

"Yes, it is." Tyler rolls his eyes beside me. Harry is sitting opposite to us.

Me and Tyler always haves fun at every weekend and places we're planning to go to. It's not because of Tyler's great choices at places but because of his humour. He always makes me relax and happy when I came from work or school.

Like earlier, we went into this park and then Tyler surprisingly pulled a ColdPlay new album infront of me. I'm a huge fan of ColdPlay influenced by my brother and I was so thankful for Tyler about it. It was a simple gift but I grew up from a family who appreciates every single thing that we received.

"Sooo," Harry leans his arms into the table placing his chin into his palms. "If you dont want to go have some 'fun' and then tell me stories, instead."

"You've got to be kidding me," Tyler widened his eyes at me, mouthing me to stop Harry from talking. Hah! I bet he's getting impatience at this fucking curly too. I knew it! "You're ridiculous Harry. Stop it."

"What?!" Harry snorted rolling his eyes. "Just wanted to ask."

I shot Tyler a glare, telling him to go on and tell Harry everything. I don't want to be rude. I wanted him to know us more so he can trust us. Yes, he's pathetically annoying but I wanted him to be close with us. He's my responsibilty, didn't he?

Tyler leans into my side as he tried to whisper something in my ear. I saw Harry as he sat impatiently infront of us- scoffing.

"Are you sure you're okay with him knowing some things about us?" He whispered and I dart my gazed at my still untouched Chicken Ceasar Salad. I furrowed my brows focusing at Tyler. "You know... We still don't have a confirmation at who the hell knows where he fucking came from."

"I know," I muttered quietly, loud enough for us both to hear. "But he seems nice. I think he can't do any harm to us. He's just a boy."

"A boy," Tyler scoffs as he pulled back away from me, leaning his back flatly at the red wooden chair with his arms crossed at his chest. I stared at him amusedly, having a self debate if I should laugh at him or not. "With plenty of tattoos, alright!"

Harry stared at me as he glance at Tyler, then back at me again with a confused look.

"Are you guys talking about me?" He widened his eyes. "That's quite uncomfortable."

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