Just Like a Stallion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 6

**Harry’s POV**

I was sitting on the steps looking down at my phone on twitter, scrolling through the feed. Taking my gaze away from the device, I saw her. She looked like she had just worked out at the gym or something. Her gorgeous red hair was messily pulled back with small wisps hanging out. Her pale cheeks were a little red from whatever exercise she did, probably running I’m assuming. I looked her over, desperately wanting to remove the clothing hiding her hot and sweaty body. Her toned legs were perfect. All she had on were workout shorts that just barely passed her crotch and a loose sleeveless top that failed to conceal her sports bra. Her blue-green eyes were wide and glistening. She looked furious.

“What the hell Harry?” she yelled. 

I stood up, knowing that she was going to scold me for arriving four hours early.

“You told me 7 o’clock! Why are you here so early?” she sniped, crossing her arms over her lovely chest.

“Well…” I said casually, “I just thought I’d drop by and check up on ya,” I winked.

“Seriously?” she said, although her tone sounded as if she were expecting something like this to happen. I nodded.

“Whatever, fine.” She finally said, rubbing her temples as she walked towards the door. I grinned with satisfactory. She dug around her bag for the keys, found them and unlocked the door. I followed behind her, enjoying the usual faint vanilla scent that filled the flat. I watched her do the usual, throw her bag and keys on the counter and grab a water bottle from the fridge. She took a moment and gulped about half the bottle down. Quenching her thirst, she took a short glance at her phone. I quietly sat on the arm chair in the living room, and started to stroke Maxine’s furry back. She purred.

Finally, she broke silence, “Look, okay I don’t care if you’re here…” she said with an I-give-up-on-you-voice, “but I need to shower, so you stay where you are and I don’t know… watch TV or something.” It was hard to pay attention to what she was saying, since I was admiring her American accent. 

I nodded and jokingly said, “Want me to join you?” 

She threw her arms up in the air and tilted her head back saying, “Why me?!” It was quite amusing.

“Alright love, go wash’n up there, we don’t want a smelly Charlie at the party!” I exclaimed. 

I watched her enter her bedroom and finally into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I flipped on the television so that the room wasn’t so silent. Five minutes had passed and I was already bored. Nothing on the TV intrigued me. I rose up from the arm chair, giving my hair a little shake, and started walking around the living room, observing the décor plastered on her wall. Her house was… unique. Most homes of friends I visit are tidy, simplistic, and well ...plain. Here though, it’s like a giant collage you’d find in New York. Every time I looked, there was something new that had already been there, but I never noticed. One photo caught my eye. It was her, but it definitely wasn’t her now. She looked younger, about 14, and she wore a huge grin on her face as she hugged a black and white horse, much bigger than her. She looked happy, like nothing else in the world could bring her down. Seeing this put a smile on my face. I continued searching the wall for any other interesting finds. There was a section where she pinned a bunch of concert tickets she had seen including: Aerosmith, Foo Fighters, Maroon 5 and loads others. She had good taste. Near those were photos of her and what looks like her friends. Bunch of goofy faces and ridiculous poses kept me smiling. After 10 minutes of constant staring at the wall I went over and sat on the couch. I started to play with Maxine as she jumped up next to me. I was about to yawn when…BANG.