Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 33

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Harry's P.O.V 

I'm a little drunk because of the alcohol, I didn't plan to drink it but Zayn is one bastard who brings out the fun side of me even when I'm fucking mad. I don't like drinking because it brings out the part of me I wish to keep to myself, I don't think before I talk and I sure as hell don't walk close to people I really adore because I know I'd show them my vulnerable side. 

Right now, the girl who had her arms wrapped around my waist was the person I was terrified of being around, because the last thing I want is for her to get pissed off about anything I say. She rests her chin over my chest, making our eyes meet and before even thinking about it, I kiss her gently and she giggles at my random gesture. 

See, what the fuck I mean? 

"Do you intend to spend the whole night here? It's a little weird, isn't it?", her voice echoes in the small kitchen and I can't help but let out a laugh. 

I shake my head, "Let's go?" 

Rebecca nods and holds a finger at me, as she picks her bag and puts it over her shoulder. We both walk out of the kitchen with me following her and her swaying sexy ass. I gulp and look away, cussing myself to not look back at that one heck of an ass.  

Okay, shut the fuck up. 

The diner was obviously fucking empty and the table only want me to place her on them and do her, right here and right now but I absolutely kill all my delusions and get past it, finally standing outside the diner and staring at the pitch dark street. 

"I don't fucking like how you walk back alone to your apartment.", I tell her, looking beside me to find her standing with her hands clasped closer to her chest. 

She shrugs, "I'm going to buy a bike, soon." 

I grab her forearm, making her walk to the passenger seat, I open the door for her as she sits into the seat, it's amazing how the seat looks enormous with her figure seating over it. She raises both her eyebrows at me and that's when I realize that I've been staring at her for a while. I shake my head, closing the door carefully and walking to the driver's seat. I fix my hair, running a hand through them and getting into the seat. 

"I love how your hair falls right back into place even when you run this huge hand of yours through them.", I can feel her smiling throughout. 

I shrug and start the engine, "You have no fucking idea what all my hand can do." 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

"I mean...a lot of...different, other than...when are you buying a bike?", I had nothing to say, for the first fucking time, I didn't want to talk dirty to a girl because I knew she wasn't ready. 

Seconds pass and I don't get an answer, I look at her and see her cheeks flushing, and she is obviously embarrassed. I bite my lower lip, looking outside the window and then straight ahead. 

She gulps, "Soon, I told you already, didn't I?", so she doesn't know how these awkward conversations work.

I sighed as I pulled into the parking of her apartment, I'm pretty sure everyone knows me here now and some of them even hate me. Tom's face flashes in front of my eyes and the mocking voice of Addison makes it a little hard. I do not plan to talk about this to Rebecca, or do I? I'm too dumb right now to make such important decisions.