Wallbanger

Chapter 9

"So what's your favorite episode?" Harry asks me.

"I don't have a favorite episode but my favorite season is definitely Murder House. Evan Peters is to die for he's my favorite actor," I tell him. He turned on American Horror Story and now we are watching it.

"Yeah I agree did you watch the last new season?"

"Um duh," I say and then laugh. "What's your favorite season?"

"I'm more of a coven kind of guy," he says.

"That ones okay but if I'm being honest I did not understand the whole alien thing with asylum it was crazy."

"I agree it was pretty freaky."

"Although kit is my favorite version of Even Peters," I say.

"Okay I get it you're in love with him," he teases.

"That's an understatement," I joke.

"I'm gonna get another beer. How about you?"

"Yes please," I say giving him my can. To be honest Harry hasn't been that bad. We have had a great night as friends and hanging out has been so much fun. He hasn't made a pass at me or anything so it's been a great night.

"Hey babe miss me?" He says a smirk on his face.

"Of course I did," I say to him. I lay back on the couch curled up in a ball and start to dose off.

"Hey stretch out," Harry says. I lay my feet on his lap and he takes my boots and socks off.

"Thanks," I say to him. "Is it okay if I sleep here?"

"Of course what are friends for," he says sarcastically. He lets his chair up and reclines it back.

"Haha don't be sarcastic," I say. "Goodnight Harry."

"Night babe," he says and winks at me. I roll over and fall asleep.
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"Well can't you see that's it's just raining, it ain't no need to go outside," a deep voice sings.

"The telephone singing ringing it's too early don't pick it up," Harry continues.

"It's so easy when the whole world fits inside of your arms don't really need to pay attention alarm, wake up slow mhmmmm wake up slow," he says.

"Encore, encore," I say aloud clapping.

"Oh shit you scared me," he says.

"I'm sorry. You were great though song some more," I ask him.

"No I think you've had enough for today," he says.

"Next time then. So are you actually making banana pancakes," I ask him.

"Yes love I am," he tells me. My cheeks heat up at his words. I look down at his body and notice he is wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and no shirt. The tattoos on his chest are out once again and I'm practically drooling at the sight. I like this Harry. He's sweet and attentive and not a pig. Someone knocks on the door and I look at Harry.

"You wanna get that for me?" He asks.

"If I have to," I groan playfully. I go and open the door and am surprised when I see Anne.

"Oh Mrs.Styles hi," I say nervously fixing my hair.

"Oh darling stop you look gorgeous even when you've just woken up. Call me Anne I was never Mrs. Styles," she says and then laughs.

"Oh okay Hi Anne. Do you want to come in?" I ask.

"Yes please," she says. I open the door and she walks past me.