Out of my Limit (Harry Styles)

Chapter 7

And that it's just what I did.

I slowly turned around to find Harry sitting on the couch patting the space next to him. I went and sat there and after I did this he immediately put his head on his hands.

I guess the headache he was talking about was a big one, well it's his fault for getting drunk off his ass.

"Hey Mel, do you have some aspirins?" He said in an incredibly sexy raspy voice.

"Yeah I think so. Let me go check" Of course I have aspirins and I know where they are but I want him to think that I don't know, maybe torture him a little. I wonder why he got drunk this time?

"Harry, I don't think I have any. I looked through the kitchen drawers and.." I was interrupted by him.

"Oh God no! Please... Are you sure you don't have any? Like on the bathroom or something?" He looked like he wanted to cry.

"Um maybe .. I'm kidding, here they are!" I said that in a loud voice knowing that it'll bother him. I left the pills on the table where his glass of water was, he had a relieved look on his face, almost like a baby on Christmas.

It was obvious that he was sobering up now, but I think that he'll have a bigger headache tomorrow.

"Thank you, I really appreciate you letting me into your house" Yup, definitely sobering up. "I was expecting for you to let me out or shout at me for being drunk" I would never let him out and yes, I should have shouted at him, a lot. I don't know why I didn't, really. Maybe because he changed, he isn't the same jerk he was before. At least that's what I hope..

"It's nothing, you're welcome" After this little talk there was a big awkward silence. I was just staring at the TV in front of me, which wasn't even on, so everything was more awkward, while he was staring at my face. Not that I looked or anything but I could sort of feel his eyes on me.

"Um, Harry?" I said turning to face him. "Do I have something on my face?" I said in the most nonchalant tone I could manage. He immediately turned away obviously ashamed about the situation he was caught in and thank God because it was making me really uncomfortable.

"Oh no, no of course not" He said in a hushed tone.

"Then why were you looking at me like that?" I said, obviously amused to find something that Harry will feel ashamed about.

He always plays the cool guy, the one who isn't touched by anything or anyone. It's good to break those walls down once in a while..

"Okay, I didn't want to be the one telling you this but.." His sudden change of mood caught me off ward.

"I'm so sorry Mel but you asked me to tell you so I.... Ugh... Um.. You have this giant pimple on the forehead and as your friend I don't want you embarrassing yourself on the streets, please don't go out like that" He said in a rushed tone.

OMG what? I'm sure it looked like if I wanted to cry. I can't believe this. A pimple. On my forehead. Today. And of all the people Harry had to be the one who discovered it.

It would have been totally different if this was Hail o maybe even Zac, but Harry? Seriously? Why life? Why me?

I was interrupted by his laughter filling the room and I just looked at him confused, I think I still looked like if I wanted to cry.

"Your face, you should have seen it" At this point he was red and pointing at me with one hand.

OH MY GOD. I cant explain what I was feeling back then but I was so mad at him, in a good playful way. I cant believe he made me one of his famous jokes. I always laughed at them but not when the joke was on me.