CASUAL • Harry Lewis/w2s

twelve

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Time passed and soon we were in mid-May. It was about two months since I slept with Harry for the first time and it hadn't happened since the night I went out with Talia and Simon and that was a month ago.

As the previous month passed, I felt as if Harry had accepted that we would never talk about it. He was now essentially acting as if nothing had changed since before everything. So was I; it didn't take long for me to adjust to seeing him, which surprised me a little given that I'd never thought I'd be able to look him in the eye again.

Harry and I were filming together several times a week, and for some reason, no matter where I was, I couldn't get him out of my mind. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about him. It had been difficult not to think of him for the past month, but that was because I had seen him so often. I couldn't even do the 'out of sight, out of mind' thing because I see him daily. I'd frequently think about him, especially about having sex with him.

And that's where my thoughts were these days. I wanted to fuck that idiot who I had to be around all the time.

It was Friday night, and I was on my way home from a bar and was currently in a metro. I hadn't been drinking, however. I was not in the mood. Perhaps it was because I hoped Harry would show up like he did last. When he didn't, I gave up having fun.

I wished I could text him without it being weird. I was hating myself for even having these thoughts. I was wondering how he would respond to 'you up?'

The people I was with tonight told me, Harry had guests over tonight, which was why he wasn't coming, but it was almost 1 a.m., and his guests couldn't possibly be still at his flat.

I tried to ignore the voice screaming in my head. You could just show up at his place! it told me. I knew he enjoyed our time in bed together as much as I did, so perhaps he'd be happy to see me.

And then the metro stopped at the station closest to him and I quickly rushed out the metro. Before long, I was walking up his street. I approached the door of his building and typed the code to open the front door. Harry had told me the code when he first moved in case I needed it, but this was the first time I've used it.

A few minutes later I knocked on Harry's door.

And to my surprise, Callum opened. Why was I so stupid so I could yet again forget Harry lives with Callum?

When he opened the door and saw me, he looked surprised: "Maisie? To what do I owe this pleasure at 1 a.m.?"

"Eeh- I erhm- I haven't been able to find my coat since the easter dinner," I lied. "And I was going home from a bar not long from here and I thought I would swing by to check if it was here, think I left it in Harry's room."

"Can't go in there, he's with Amelia,"

"Amelia?" I asked pure confusion on my face.

"Yeah, the girl he has been going out with the past two weeks-" Callum started to say before being interrupted by a voice down the hallway.

"Callum, who's at the door?"

It was Harry. He was walking out of his room, followed by a girl who I suppose was walking to the toilet.

"Fuck," I muttered beneath my breath. If I thought this was embarrassing before, I was wrong. showing up while he had a girl over was an entirely new level of embarrassment.

Now that I think about it, I remember hearing Amelia's name mentioned a few times among the boys from Sidemen, but I never imagined it was a girl Harry was seeing; I was too stubborn to think that.

When he got to the door and saw me, he seemed surprised. He then raised an eyebrow and asked, "Mais? What are you doing here?"

"She said she forgot her coat," Callum said.

Harry stared at me with frowned eyebrows for a few seconds. Until everything clicked in his head.

"Oh, that was your coat, Mais? I didn't who it was so I threw it into your room, Cal," Harry said. "Can you go get it cal?"

That was probably the smartest thing Harry had ever done.

"Forgot your coat?" Harry asked with an amused tone as Callum walked off to his room.

"It's not like I could tell him the truth," I said.

"Of course not"

"This was a bad idea, I'm going to go. Sorry." I said as I turned to leave.

Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, whispering, "I like the idea. Try another night."

I glared at him. "You are a pig! You've been seeing a girl for two weeks and now you're making hook-up plans with me?" I whispered-yelled back.

"You showed up at my door after midnight. Are you telling me it was not about hooking up? You are just as bad as I am!" He said and let go of my arm.

Callum came back of course empty handed. "I couldn't find anything, sorry."

"It's okay, anyways I'm gonna leave now," I said as I turned to leave again.

I could hear Callums attempt to say goodbye before the door was slammed shut behind me by Harry.

I took the lift back down. After I returned to the street, I just stared at the ground. Holy shit, this had gone so wrong. I knew I couldn't have predicted how badly my little plan turned out, but I should have been less stubborn when the boys mentioned Amelia.

I wonder why that never came to mind. I didn't think he and Amelia were close to becoming partners because I would have known. Perhaps she was someone he was hooking up with, like me, but that doesn't seem like Harry. He is different from the player type. Why had I even entertained the idea that he'd be excited to see me?

As I was mentally beating myself up for my disastrous night, someone rushed past me. It was Amelia. I watched her rush to a car parked several cars ahead on the street.

I guess me turning up made his night not turn out as planned, either. Was it horrible that this made me feel a little better?