Devils Star | h.s

Chapter 6

"Oh my god," I mumbled in shock with a mouth full of Harry's homemade spaghetti. "that's really good."

Never did I imagine myself living with a Rockstar, let alone that Rockstar being the notorious Harry Styles while sitting across from him in our shared apartment eating the spaghetti he made.

"Why so surprised?"

"I don't know," I shrug in thought, "I just never expected a guy like you-"

"'A guy like me." he quoted with a scoff. "Just because I'm an extremely hot Rockstar, I'm supposed to suck at cooking?"

"That's not what I meant," I say defensively. I decide to drop the subject before it got any more heated when he didn't reply. Instead, he takes another mouthful of food.

"You never told me how much the rent is for this place."

"Why does it matter?" he frowns in confusion.

"Because I'm not rich like you?"

"So?"

"What do you mean 'so'?" the sound of clattering echo the room when my fork falls onto my almost empty plate. "I need to know how much money I have to pay."

He shakes his head, "I told you I'd pay the rest."

"Absolutely not. I won't be living under your expenses." It was now my turn to shake my head in denial.

"Because then you wouldn't be in control?" he quirks an eyebrow at his own accusation, a smirk making an appearance on his pink lips.

"I just don't want to latch onto anyone," I admit quietly.

"And your scared I'll demand you to do stuff in return for my kindness?"

"Tell me." A deep sigh leaves my mouth, ignoring his playful tone.

"You know you can't afford this place so why do you wanna know?" he questions, all signs of his playfulness was replaced with a genuine curiosity.

"Because I need to know how much I have to pay you back once I find a new place." I know what I was saying was stupid. I would only ever be able to pay him back in another lifetime but I never liked replying on anyone and I certainly won't start now.

He didn't bother to answer me back right away. His eyes squint for a moment, keeping his gaze on me he says, "We can talk about it another time, okay? Let's just sit and enjoy the food."

"But-"

"I can't believe how good my food tastes." he cuts me off with an over exaggerated loud moan.

I huff when I realise this conversation wasn't going any further.

"How was your first day?"

I look up at him cautiously, picking at the slice bread in front of me, "Do you really care?"

"Yeah, otherwise I wouldn't ask." his voice was full of sincerity. Harry didn't come off as a guy who'd ask about things just out of politeness.

"Uh, good I guess." I shrugged. "Lots of work but nothing I can't handle." I wasn't used to other asking how my day been, apart from Queenie no one else ever asked. Not even Jackson, and we dated for many years.

"You're diligent. It's a rare trait."

"You think?"

"I do." he nods in agreement, folding his arms across his chest, causing his muscles to flex. "Most people only do the bare minimum."

"Are you talking about yourself?" I question. It was my turn to smirk as I earned an eyeroll in return.

The sound of Harry's chair scraping across the floor fills the room when he suddenly pushes himself up from the table, "lemme clean up."

"I'm surprised you don't have someone to do that for you," I admit, following him further into the kitchen where he starts to wash the dishes.

"I prefer not to have too many people around." his voice was indifferent. Nothing playful in it. I didn't ask why. I thought it might be the wrong thing to ask.

"Doing the dishes look good on you."

"Hey." he turns in shock, "Your first compliment. I hope I don't turn red."

"Don't get used to it."

"Then don't be too nice to me, Snow. I'm an impulsive guy." A dark smirk tilts his lips, "When someone compliments me, I don't hold back."

The gleam in his eyes intensified. My pulse sped up and I felt my breathing getting heavier. Harry had this stare. This stare not all men had. It made you want to pull off all your clothes and submit to him.

Taking a step forward he was now only a few inches away from my face. He leaned down slowly, brushing the hair off my shoulder as he whispered softly into my ear, "Do you want me to hold back, love?"