More than Friends | HARRY STYLES FIC

Chapter 6

My eyes open and are startled by a ray of sun rudely peeking in from behind the blind's of Harry's window. SHIT, Harry's window! I'm still at Harry's.

I glance toward the floor where my bright red dress is in a crumpled mess. I blink a couple of times hoping my surroundings are all a dream. This can't be real, I would never cheat, would I? I slowly lift the blankets, praying I'm wearing a baggy shirt or even a paper sack; anything but nothing. Low-and-behold, my prayers are not answered.

"Morning," Harry says, appearing in the doorway with two cups of tea in his hand. I panic at the sight of his tight black boxers, throwing myself from the bed to the floor. I hear him chuckle as I scramble to pull the sheets over my bare body.

"Did we, um, you know?"I ask biting down on my lip nervously.

He grins out of the side of his mouth and moves to the bed.

"Oh c'mon, you weren't plastered, Laura," he snickers.

I know he's right. The alcohol certainly had me going, but my ability to reason was still very much intact. I was just hoping I dreamed it all. Thank goodness I booked today off work, it's going to be a long one.

"Uh, why?" I ask myself, receiving a puzzled look.

He places the china on his bed side table and inches his way across the bed. His butterfly tattoo rippling with the movement of his defined abs. His messy bed head and husky morning voice are making it hard not to continue misbehaving. I need to get out of here right now.

I grab my clothes off the floor and struggle to put them on from behind his white sheets. As soon as they are, I begin walking towards the door and he climbs off the bed to follow.

"Aren't you going to drink your tea?" he questions, as I hustle down the stairs. "I can make breakfast too, if you want."

I stop dead in my tracks and glare at him, completely annoyed by his ignorance towards the situation.

"No. I'm going home to my boyfriend," I spit. "You know, the one I cheated on with you."

His brows furrow and he looks at me from beneath them.

"I'm not fully to blame here, you wanted it too," he says as I reach for my shoes.

"Harry, this isn't who I am. I'm not the kind of girl that let's a guy use her for a one ni..."

"Use you? How was last night using you?"

"You can have anyone you want, so why did you choose to pursue me?" I huff.

"I, erm," I can tell he's searching for an answer. "I can't explain it, Laura."

"Can't explain what?" I bark. "That I turned you down and you took it as a challenge?" I realize I'm making rude assumptions, but I'm upset. Mostly with myself.

His brows furrow even deeper this time and his face turns red.

"A challenge? Hardly. I had you moaning my name within seconds," he responds.

My glare withers into glossy eyes and my heart sinks deeply into my stomach. The sting of his words overwhelm me. I chose a lustful and meaningless night with Harry over a person I've been with for years. I pull the door open without looking back, tears just waiting to fall from my eyes. As I step onto the veranda, I bump into someone's chest. My eyes dart up to see Liam and Louis holding a football in their hands.

"Interrupting, are we?" Louis' sweet voice says.

My face flushes. Did Harry call him and tell him what happened while I was asleep? I don't know what to think, so I apologize and quickly head down the path.