chapter 8- awkward.

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nick grimshaw is the last to leave, taking a pack of beers with him.

"bye mate." he says as he stumbles out the door to his cab waiting for him outside.

the apartment is quiet now, cups and bottles scattered across the room, and the music is finally off. neither harry or I had time to drink tonight, jumping from one star to another, including  perrie and eleanor, who were great super sweet and full of compliments.

harry and I crash to the couch with a sigh of relief.

"Niall loves throwing a good party." harry laughs turning to me, our faces only inches apart.

"I had a good time." I say looking to him as well.

we sit there for a moment just looking at eachother in the dim light and then harry takes a hand and holds the back of my neck gently and moves my face closer to his.

shit. shit. shit. what's happening.

staring into his green eyes, I let my had fall onto his lap.

harry takes another hand pushes my hair, back and pulls me in for a kiss. a strong one. then another and another.

shiiiit.

the kiss deepens and I let harrys tounge find its way to mine.

oh my god.

I have goose bumps dancing up my arms and legs. Then harry leans me down on the couch keeping our lips together, and I kick my shoes off as harry climbs on top of me.

this is happening. like, actually, happening.

then a familiar voice comes from across the room, "oh erm. sorry mate. see ya tomorrow."

niall.

shit.

harry climbs off and lets me sit up, niall still standing there awkwardly.

"erm. I-I'll see you tomorrow." harry murmurs wiping my lip stick off his lips. niall nods, " nice t' meet ya." then leaves quickly.

what would have happened if niall didn't walk in?

"erm.. ill sleep on the couch,  you can have my bed. we'll figure something more permanent out tomorrow." harry says rubbing the back of his neck. awkward.

I don't protest, I just stand, kiss his forehead then head into the bedroom. I'm out of my dress and into an oversized tshirt then under the covors quickly. 

I just made out with my best friend. holy shit .

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