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forty five

vorfreude (noun) the joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures

"Where's Aria?"

"She wanted us to drop her off at your apartment," Harry lead me into his kitchen. "She wished us luck with the whole Syco thing, but she just wanted to be at home. I didn't push it."

"Understandable." I hummed, waiting for Niall to leave the kitchen before speaking. "Thanks for taking her home."

"I didn't mind."

"It's probably best that she stays home, anyway." I added, nervously folding my fingers together.

"For tonight, at least." Harry opened the fridge and grabbed a few green grapes into his palm.

"Yeah, just for tonight." I agreed. "But can you take me home tonight? I can't stay at your party long, maybe one or two hours, since I have school in the morning."

"That's even if we have this party." Harry reminded as he chewed on a grape, pointing a finger at me. "Which depends on what Syco says."

"Well, I need somebody to take me home sometime tonight no matter if Syco says yes or no." I took a step backwards into the living room. "But they'll say yes."

"But they'll say yes." Harry mocked my voice, the corners of his lips curling into a tight smirk.

"I'm being serious, Harry." I whined, wishing that he would take me seriously. "Be positive."

"I know, love." Harry smiled sweetly. "These grapes are amazing."

"You're changing the subject." I gave Harry a playful look, lightly sliding my hand over his wrist.

"Me? Changing the subject? No." Harry shook his head. "Here, try one. They're delicious."

"Harry Edward Styles."

"Addison..." He furrowed his eyebrows. "What's your middle name?"

"Saint Claire."

"Addison Saint Claire Montgomery. Wow." He let out a breath, in awe.

"A mouthful, I know." I chuckled lamely.

"No, no, no." Harry enthusiastically shook his head. "That is a gorgeous middle name. Truly. I didn't know that a name could be so breathtaking."

"Oh, shut it."

"Then try a grape." Harry dangled a grape over my mouth. "Or I'll call you Saint Claire forever and ever and ever and ever and-"

"Okay, I get it." I growled, letting Harry feed me the grape.

"Well? How is it?" Harry's bright eyes grew to the size of saucers as I chewed, excitement glowing off of him.

"Amazing." I grinned at him.

"I won't take that sarcasm." Harry grabbed ahold of my arm as he walked past me, pulling me into the living room along with him and I began to happily laugh.

I allowed him to drag me into the living room, where Louis, Niall, Liam, and Sophia were all talking. As soon as we stepped into the living room, I could feel the tension so thick that I could literally slice through it, my laughing quietly shutting off.

Harry seemed to sense it too, for he tightened his grip on my arm, pulling me towards the couch. I fell back onto the brown couch, and Harry sat down next to me, close enough so only our shoulders were touching.

"It's too uptight. I would just love to light it up right now." Louis broadcasted and we all looked over at him. "Now that I think of it, I have some fresh Mary Jane in my dresser."