Her Song (A Harlena fanfiction)

Chapter 7.

Harry's POV:

I watched as Selena made her way over to me at my my car, a smirk on her face.

"I live in Aldgate," I explained and opened the door for her. She got in, and I closed it again, getting in myself. "Don't worry. I live alone.".

"You don't work, do you?" she asked and I shook my head. "Then how do you afford an apartment and a car?".

I drove out of the school's parking lot. "My mum and dad pays. They wanted me to live in London, they meant I was destined for bigger things than Holmes Chapel. So they pay rent and got me a used Range Rover. They're not rich, but they both don't need any more money,". She nodded and kept silent, then we didn't speak until we made it to my building. We went up to my floor, me feeling slightly nervous about having Selena over.

I unlocked the door, holding it open for her. She took of her shoes and coat and glanced around. "Nice place. Not at all like I expected. No mess, no Playboy's all over the place. I like it,". 

"So how much do you know about The French Revolution?" I questioned with a chuckle. She shrugged a bit. "I've always thought you were a good student.".

"I draw quite a lot in History especially, Mrs. Whitehall allows me to," Selena told me and smiled widely. "I'm hoping to get into this prestigious art school in Paris after senior year's over,". I wished her good luck, as she got her history notes out from her bag on the floor, and as she bent down, I couldn't help but to stare at her arse. Nice, I thought to myself. "Stop staring at my bum, you twat.". 

I laughed to myself. "Can't help myself. It's nice, I'd like to touch it,".

She gasped quietly, obviously shocked at my forwardness, but she soon regained composure. "You have a quite nice bum yourself, and no, you can't touch my butt,". Selena straightened out her papers, and she sat down at the dining table.

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Selena's POV:

We totally forgot the time, having a laugh while researching The French Revolution, and it was only when I got a text from my mum, saying that dinner was ready in 30 minutes. Harry offered me a ride, which I politely turned down. I had my coat on and my bag on my shoulder, putting on my shoes. I looked around his living room. It wasn't huge, but cozy. One of the walls wasn't painted, so you could see the bricks, giving a nice and cool feel to the room. The windows were kinda large, providing a lot of sunlight.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you?" Harry asked smiling, and I nodded. "It's not a problem though.".

"It's alright, it's only the tube to Camden, and I live two minutes from the station," I answered reassuring, kissing him on the cheek, and he blushed. "But thanks for the offer, you're a true gentleman, Harry. I had fun, well as much fun you can have while making a History essay,". I gave him a tight hug, before I went out the door. I found myself lucky, as he didn't live far from the Aldgate station. I went down the stairs and caught the train at the very last second, and as soon I sat down, I pulled out my headphones, listening to John Mayer. I had to change trains, but changing trains never really bugged me. I got home, just in time for dinner. "I'm home!".

"Sweetheart, dinner's ready!" my mum shouted to me, and I dropped my bag and coat on the floor, walking into the dining room and sitting down. "So how was your day?". David wasn't home, so it was just us two. I shrugged a bit. "I have to ask you something, because I went into your room to get your laundry, and I fell over a bag from Victoria's Secret... which had some... uhm... lingerie in it...". She shifted awkwardly. "I just want to know, if you were really over at a boy's house, instead of working on a assignment.".