Notorious

Tryst

Curly: Have you heard of Platform 9 and 3/4? Well, I can think of something else with the exact same measurements.

Curly: Have you been using the Petrificus Totalus spell? Because you've made me stiff.

Curly: One night with me and they'll be calling you MOANING Myrtle.

They come in quick succession, making my phone vibrate violently on the table between us and as soon as I open them up and actually read them my eyes bulge out of my head and I have to bite my lip to stop the laughter bubbling up my throat.

The rest of the band is too busy chatting or playing with their own phones to pay us any mind, so my eyes meet playful emerald ones from across me.

He wears a devilish smirk, obviously quite proud of his horrible jokes and of course, me being me, I have to shoot him down instantly.

No need to make that ego any bigger than it already is.

Me: I'm vomiting.

Me: Are you really hitting on me via Harry Potter pick-up lines? You are such a dork.

An amused smile instantly graces his lips when he picks up his phone and he catches my eyes to shoot me a 'tsk' while shaking his head.

Curly: You're just jealous because you can't think of any.

He leans back in his armchair as soon as I read it, smug smile and challenging eyebrow raised. Little does he know that I am quite confident in my Harry Potter skills and pick-up lines.

Me: Do you want to head to the Shrieking Shack? We could do some shrieking of our own.

Harry picks up his phone with a cocky grin as if I had sent him a white flag of defeat, but as soon as he reads it –the one time I have ever indulged Harry's jokes or made one of my own- his jaw drops to the floor.

He lets out breathless chuckles, eye meeting mine with an impressed tint and –dear god- a bit of lust.

Only Harry would get turned on by Harry Potter pick-up lines.

My phone takes no time to buzz and with a last glance at Harry's secretive grin, I read his message, my skin prickling and my cheeks warming.

Curly: I believe you're the one that does all the shrieking in this relationship.

Okay, dammit, now I'm the one getting turned on by Harry Potter pick-up lines. Or maybe it's just Harry himself. Not, Potter. Styles. Oh god, it's hot in here.

"Who are you texting that's got you all smiley like that?" Avery leans over slightly to read the text over my shoulder, but I am quick to move it from her line of vision, my skin still flushed and Harry's eyes still trained on me.

"No one. Just a friend of mine. You don't know them." My words are rushed and lacking of conviction.

How convincing.

Avery's face scrunches in confusion and she looks around the room, counting each person on her fingers, mouthing, "One, two, three, four, five... Nope, the gangs all here..." She shakes her head and looks over to me in bewilderment, "You have other friends?"

"Is that allowed?" Niall questions and looks actually curious about the matter and I have to stop myself from laughing in his face.

He's ignored anyway.

"So who is this friend of yours?" Avery questions, though the way her eyes flight to Harry make me think she already knows exactly who I was texting.