Her Song (A Harlena fanfiction)

Chapter 8.

Harry: Sorry about last night, we were a bit too drunk and high, I guess. Are you still coming over to work on our essay?

That was what I woke up to. I had a headache, and it literally felt like a million people kicking me in the head. I fought my way out of bed, going to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Me: It's okay, and yeah.

I walked up the stairs and went straight to the kitchen, managing to find something edible. Max, the little bundle of joy, waggled his tail, when he saw me, and I petted him, as my mum and Aunt Olivia came in.

"Goodmorning, dear. Sleep well?" my mum joked and chuckled. "Your aunt told me you were a bit drunk last night,". I looked up at them. "Is that a hickey?". She stared at my neck, where Harry had marked me.

"Uhm... I made out with a boy, and he gave me it," I stuttered a bit, before glancing over at my aunt, who knew the truth. My cheeks flushed, when I thought about what I'd told her. "But that's all. He's a friend, he's the friend I'm making that essay with,". I felt like I was lying, even though I technically wasn't. "I'm going over to his flat later.".

"To work on the assignment, of course," Aunt Olivia chimed in with a smirk. I agreed and went into the living room, noticing it was already 11 am. I plopped down on the couch, David watching Friends, which we had all seasons of.

Harry: Wanna stay for dinner tonight?

Me: Sure, what's on the menu?

Harry: Oh, it's this Italian place, it's great.

Me: Oooh, sounds good.

I sat and watched Friends for a couple of hours, before I got dressed and put on some makeup. My hair was quickly combed, and I went to the station. When I got to the Aldgate station, I easily remembered the way to Harry's apartment.

"Hey, Sel," he smiled and let me in. "Sorry about last night.".

I couldn't help but to blush, thinking about what we nearly did. "It's alright, I don't think I would have minded,". I got off my shoes and coat, looking up at him.

He followed me into the living room, where I got my laptop out, and he decided to say something as well. "I don't think I would have minded either,". He kept his eyes on me, as I sat down in the couch, patting the space next to me. I was joined by Harry, who took the laptop from me and started writing. He looked so wonderfully sexy, while he tapped at the keyboard's buttons, his face concentrated. I found myself staring at his small padlock tattoo on his wrist, it was probably a friend who did it, I thought to myself. Harry was covered in tattoos, and I liked them.

We kept on working until we finished it, and when we finally did, it was already dinner time. I put on my coat and shoes, grabbing my bag and Harry's hand, as we went out to eat. We only walked a couple of minutes, before we reached a little place called 'Tony's Italia'.

"Harry!" an woman in her late 40's said happily, when we came in. She was a beautiful woman, black hair falling over her shoulders. "Who's your lady friend?".

"Signora Antonelli, this is my friend, Selena," Harry introduced us. "And before you ask, she's only my friend,". I shook hands with her, and we sat down. "I come to this place quite often, used to date their daughter, Isabella, we were together for 6 months, then we broke up. On good terms,". 6 months, wow, the longest relationship I'd had was 4 months. "Oh, and here she is!".

"Harry, sweetheart!" an absolutely gorgeous girl spoke, and I figured it was Isabella. She looked quite like her mother, except her eyes were darker and her hair was much, much longer. Flawless skin. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, and it triggered something in me; jealousy. "Mama told me you had a friend with you. I'm Isabella, nice to meet you,". I shook her hand, and I still felt jealous. Harry had obviously been in love with her.