All My Love

Chapter 3

"Bloody hell, what an ugly sweater." Harry says picking up the corner of the fabric on my shoulder. I fake being annoyed and a small smirk plays on his face as he takes notice of it.

"I haven't even been here for thirty minutes and this is what you say when you first see me?" I ask, shaking my head as I pick up a cheesy Dorito. "What about you? Your shirt is dumb." I say before putting the chip in my mouth. I stare at his black button up with small white islands and palm trees all over it. "No one wants to see your chest." I pull the two sides together and he brings his hands to mine, pushing them down playfully. Harry never seems to know that there are three more buttons that need to be together. I do have to admit that I secretly love his random patterned button ups, it makes him different from everyone else.

"Yours is hideous though." A chuckle escapes his lips and he runs his left hand through his hair before looking around.

After seeing the coast is clear around us, he starts walking closer to me and I feel myself swallow hard, already feeling a rush through my body. As he bends over to whisper something in my ear, curls hit the side of my face and his scent fills my nose. I'm already melting into a puddle and nothing has happened. "If I could, I'd ri—"

"—A coke right?" We both hear Louis' voice getting closer as he's walking to the kitchen. Harry shoots up, moving a couple steps away from me while clearing his throat. I look at the variety of food that sits on the island and try to play it off that everything is peachy in here and that Harry wasn't about to talk dirty to me.

"What are you guys doing in here? The party is out there." Louis laughs when he walks in and sees the both of us. My eyes shoot to Louis and he smiles before looking at Harry as he passes him to get to his fridge that's next to me. I move out of the way for the door to open properly and look last minute to see Harry walking out of the kitchen without looking back.

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It's been a few hours since I've been sitting in this fold up lawn chair. The midnight sky shines bright with twinkling stars and a full moon, leaving the backyard to be full of the moonlight. My eyelids have been heavy this whole time and it's not because of the marijuana that's surrounding me out here. I'm feeling exhausted and wish to just go home to cuddle up in my bed, but it's not like I can leave any time soon. Stella has been cross faded for an hour and by the looks of it, she's going to continue until she physically can't pick anything else up.

I pick at a loose string of my old sweater and I sink more into this uncomfortable chair with yawn, staring at the fire in front of me.

"Did you know that Becca isn't a virgin anymore?" Stella blurts out, setting her hand on my knee and my eyes dart open. I look over at her in astonishment, not believing that she would just blurt that out in front of our friends and some ransoms. I dare myself to look over at Harry who sits almost right in front of me and his eyes are wide but hooded. His lips are pursed as his eyes shoot over to mine and he gives his head a short movement, as if he's silently asking me 'what the hell was that?'

"No way! Damn, congratulations. Little Becca has finally moved up in the world." Louis smiles with squinty eyes, putting his hand up for me to high five him. I awkwardly do what he wants and shift in my chair, looking down at my conjoined hands in my lap. My cheeks are flaming hot with the mixture of embarrassment and the heat that's radiating off the fire. I can feel all eyes on me which is only making my embarrassment worse.

"She won't tell me who or when." Stella informs them and I look up at the sky, wishing she'd stop.

"Oh come on, tell us. We're all friends here, shit I fucked a Scarlett like two days ago." Louis tries to egg me on by bragging about his random hook up and I shake my head with furrowed brows. I understand that my friends couldn't care less about what they say or do but I'm more on the quiet side, I like to keep things to myself. Especially when it comes to very personal matters.