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Chapter Twenty-Seven

I woke up to a man and woman yelling outside. 

"They've been doing that for the past fifteen minutes." Harry said as soon as my eyelids fluttered open.

"They sound like us." I groaned and he laughed. 

"Come on, were better than that." He said and I raised my eyebrow at him. 

"Are we?" I questioned his statement.

He rolled out of bed. His muscles tightened and were visible on his smooth stomach. 

"And girls say guys are obvious about checking them out." He smirked. I felt my cheeks turn pink.

I took off his shirt and threw it to him. He caught it in one hand and pulled it on over his head. I got up and got dressed in the same dress from last night, I was really sick of it by now.

"I'll go check out, and meet you in the car." Harry said. 

I stepped out into the cold air. 

"Oh Aspen." He said, a few feet in front of me. "Merry Christmas." He smirked. 

I totally forgot it was Christmas, "You too." I said as he walked away.

I got into his car and blasted the heat, my legs had goosebumps and I was shivering.

He got into the car and handed my his coat. "Here, put this on your legs." I wanted to refuse but I was freezing. It was a hour and a half car ride home, we listened to a rolling stones CD. We had an argument on whether the 60s or 70s was a better decade, I argued 60s but he said 70s. 

He pulled up to his aparment and we went inside. 

He didnt have a tree, so I came up with an idea. I cut a piece of paper in the shape of a tree, painted it green with some red and yellow dots on it. He watched me the entire time with every stroke of the brush. 

"You're a good artist." He said, his eyes still fixed on my hands. 

"Thanks." I said, looking at him. 

I let the tree dry and once it was I hung it up on the wall.

"It's beautiful." He smirked and grabbed me by the hips, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Just like you." He said.

"Shut up." I responded.

He kissed me on the cheek before going into the kitchen and making some tea. 

"I think there's a christmas party at my-" He stopped himself. "At that house." He finished.

"Did you just say my?" I asked.

"No."

"Yes you did, thats your house?" I asked. It would make sense since he knew his way around.

"Well it's my grandfathers, he left it for me since he died, hes the only one in the Styles family that could put up with me." He said.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know, whys it matter?"

"It doesn't, I was just wondering." I said.

"Well, anyways, want to go?" He asked.

"Yeah sure." I said.

"Awesome, my friend from England is coming today by the way.." He said like it was something he forgot to mention.

"Oh. Is he as sweet as you?" I joked.

"Almost, his names Louis. He's pretty cool." He said.

"Well if he's almost as polite as you I can't wait to meet him." I teased.

He looked a little worried. "He's.. well you'll meet him." 

Before he said another word there was a knock on the door.

"Let me in you dickhead." A british voice called. 

Harry casually walked to the door and in stepped a guy a little shorter than Harry, with scruffy hair, a bunch of tattoos. He was wearing clothes similar to what Harry wears. They hugged eachother and then turned to face me.

"Hello!" He said to me.

"Hi." I said. "I'm Aspen."

"Oh I know." He said hugging me. Harry looked uncomfertable, and almost embarrassed that his friend just told me that Harry mentioned me to him. 

"Well, you're just as he described." He said to me.

"That's enough Louis." Harry chimed in, he sounded mad.

"Sorry Sorry." Louis apologized with a smile.

Without saying anything he grabbed his bag and walked down the hallway.

"So there's a guestroom?" I said to Harry, raising an eyebrow.

He glared at me, "Possibly." He said, smirking a little.

Harry then drove me home and I got changed out of the dress I had become even more sick of, if that's possible. 

I stepped into my apartment, the shattered mirror still laying there in the corner. I knew I should clean it up, but I was spending so much time at Harry's I hadn't even cared enough to keep it clean.

'Be ready by 8' A text read. 

I didn't feel like responding, he knew I got it. 

What a typical way to spend christmas for me, alone, in my shitty apartment. 

Tonight will hopefully be fun, I didn't know how I felt about Louis. He seemed friendly but Harry seems kind of tense around him.

I still hadn't even processed what happened at Harry's, or everything I learned about him. He learned more about me, more than I ever planned on anyone knowing.