[ON HOLD] Defensive 'Till The End (Harry Styles, One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3 - Dinner With Harry

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"Rachel, could you take out some water for the workers while they are on their brake please!" My mom said handing me a few bottles of cold water right out of the fridge.

"Sure!" I took the bottles and made my way outside. I walked up to the group of workers huddled in a semi-circle. They didn't happen to notice me so I cleared my through awkwardly trying not to be rude.

"Would you like some-" I stopped mid-sentence when I saw who was standing in the middle of the group. Harry.

"What are you doing here?!" I spat. Harry looked at me with a stupid smug grin and I tried my best to ignore his distracting dimples indenting his cheeks.

"Just trying to be a friendly neighbour! You don't mind me helping do you?" He said raising an eyebrow at me. I walked up to him and opened one of the water bottles. I then poured it all over Harry until the whole bottle was empty and turned around to face the rest of the workers.

"Water boys" I asked handing out the water to them. Their mouths were wide open and they hesitantly took the bottles. I walked away but then broke into a jog when I was near the front porch steps. I ran inside and slammed the door shut behind me. 

My heart was beating faster than a torpedo and I couldn't control my erratic breaths. It could be because of the water incident I just did or just because Harry's appearance. Anyways, that was the most daring thing I have ever done in my lifetime! It surprised me when I did it but I don't even know why I poured water on him! It just came over me like an instinct!

I finally pushed myself off of the door and looked through the window. 

Oh.My.God.

Harry was shirtless and in the middle of lifting up a sofa. His hair was sticking to the sides of his face and I could see his arm and back muscles flexing. I found myself holding in a breath and scolded myself. No! Stop falling for him but it's hard not to! He's literally jaw dropping.

They began to approach the door and I remembered that I had closed it so I quickly ran over to it, stumbling a little. I opened the door just in time and they walked right in to the so-called living room. You couldn't really call it a living room because it was completely empty.

Harry and the one other worker put down the sofa in the middle of the room. Harry then put his hand together, raised his arms up high and stretched tall. My mouth dropped at the sight of his abs. Is it physically possible to be that ripped? And don't get me started on the sweat glistening his body.

"Like what you see?" Harry asked. I wasn't looking at his face but I could almost hear the grin smacked across it.

"Huh?" I asked making my head face towards his but my eyes wouldn't move from his muscles. "What.. oh uh.. I don't know what your talking about." I ran away as fast as I could up the stairs that we connected to the living room.

Being the clumsy self that I am, I tripped on the first step and landed on my hands and knees. Smooth Rach. I quickly picked my self up and continued my sprint up the stairs, ignoring the snickers from the worker and Harry. I ran to my room and shut the door behind me. 

Oh god Rachel! Why? Why do you fall for the worst guy possible? I shook my head and looked around my room. Mostly everything was inside, so I started to rearrange everything to my liking.

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I finally came down stairs once the workers were done and left. My mom was sitting on the sofa next to Harry who was still shirtless. They were talking.