Evie | H.S |

66. Oasis

Harry
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What kind of pizza do you want?

What are we? Roommates??

I'm literally upstairs, you could have just come up to ask me PAL

I smirked to myself as I threw my phone back down on the bed. I wasn't stoked on the whole friends thing. I understood it and accepted it, but I was still going to have fun with it. I couldn't help myself - having fun with it and keeping it light was the only way I was going to get through it, to be honest.

I also knew I was in no position to be picky about in what capacity he'd be in my life. Something was better than nothing, and I was determined to just take things day by day and not dwell on it. Although that was far easier said than done.

I dropped the white towel from my now dry body and knelt down before my suitcase, carefully drawing the zip around the sealed perimeter on the bag.

I pulled out a pair of underwear, a black knit sweater and some black leggings, placing them beside the suitcase. As I stood up, there was a knock at the door.

"Just a min-"

I was interrupted as Harry barged into the threshold of the room. "Jesus Christ!" He cried, comically attempting to turn around and exit but instead knocking his head into the door frame as his hands clasped over his eyes.

"Fuck! Sorry" he laughed, hands still covering his eyes.

"Oh, grow up" I taunted, quickly sliding my cotton underwear up my legs. "Nothing you've not seen before".

His pinky and ring finger split off from the other fingers, revealing a single eye which ran up my naked top half. "I just wanted to know what kind of pizza you want" he huffed.

"I'm easy" I shrugged, pulling the sleeves of my jumper up my arms before sliding it over my head. "So long as there's garlic bread".

"Noted". He dropped his arms back down by his side and I could see a frustrated twitch of his fingers, I think he was hating this as much as I was.

"Hey, do you have a hairdryer?" I asked, my fingers combing through my wet hair, changing the subject in the process.

"Yeah, yep" he fumbled, gesturing me to follow him out of the room. I quickly retrieved my round brush and comb and followed.

He switched the light on above his bathroom vanity and pulled a dryer out of the third draw. As a slender, tattooed arm unwound the cord and moved to plug it in to the powerpoint on the wall, I placed my hands on his shoulders from behind. "Thanks mate" I crooned, cheekily pressing my bra-less front into his back though my thin, oversized knit sweater.

With a groaning sigh, Harry tossed his head back. "You're not going to make this easy, are you" he muttered under his breath as I took a step back to let him exit.

When I'd arrived, I wanted to try for friends. Now that I had that in reach, I realised I didn't actually want that. I wanted more.

"Just in time" Harry smiled as I made my way down the stairs, hair fresh and blown out. Mirroring my cosy attire, he had on a pair of low slung navy velour shorts and a plain white T-shirt. Bottle of red wine in hand, he gestured me to head over to the sofa as he fetched a couple of glasses.

Before I sat down to get stuck into the wood fired margarita pizza topped with fresh basil and garlic bread steaming away on the low-lying coffee table, I stood before the record shelf and ran my gaze along the spines, trying to pick the perfect record.