The Lyre: Harry Styles Fanfiction

Just How Fast The Night Changes

(Cheryl)

I walked across the sand and up the stairs to Zayn's patio, taking deep breaths, trying to level myself.

"Relax, Cheryl, you'll be fine", Harry's deep voice said in my ear.

"Here goes", I breathed to him.
"Just stay calm"

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me.

I reached the patio and made my way around the pool and up to the glass doors, just as I saw Zayn sitting at a table on the other side of the glass.

I took a deep breath and took a cool and composed stance.

Confidently, I pulled one of the handles.
It didn't budge, it just made a noise that caught Zayn's attention. He looked up from the table to me.

I just stood there, holding onto the handle like a total idiot.

Zayn's eyes went wide as he realized who I was and immediately walked over to the doors and unlocked them.

"Cheryl? Wh...what're you doing here?", he said, trying to keep his eyes on mine, but failing as they kept traveling down to my breasts.

"I....I...was...in the neighborhood", I stuttered out.

"Cheryl, I thought we agreed that....that night was just that night"

(Harry)

Cheryl seemed to be freezing up, upon seeing Zayn.

"Say you need to talk", I told Cheryl.

"You need to talk", Cheryl said to Zayn.

I slapped my forehead.
She's not thinking clearly, she's so nervous.

".....to me", she finished, to recover from the slip.

"Okay", Zayn said and invited her inside.
"I need to make a quick phone call first, I'll be right back"

Both Cheryl and I knew he was going to call Lila, to make sure she was nowhere near the house.
He was back in seconds.

"Sorry about that", Zayn's tone had completely changed. He went from sounding nervous to relaxed after his phone call.

"Would you like something to drink?"
His voice came through much louder and clearer to me, which meant he was right up against her.

"Or did you come here for something else?", it sounded like he was talking directly into her ear, then it sounded like Cheryl jerked away or something.

"Dah-ah! Sorry! Leg cramp!", she sounded like she was fumbling.

"Well, I can rub it out for you", Zayn's voice got closer to her ear again.

"Oh...YOU....", she laughed, nervously and I heard a smack.

"What the hell are you doing, Cheryl?", I said aloud.

(Cheryl)

Zayn went straight for the ear I had the microphone in and I was terrified he was going to see it.
It's tiny, but still visible if you were really close and happened to look.

I flinched away from him, saying I had a leg cramp and grabbed my thigh and I know I looked like a fool.

"Well, I can rub it out for you", he walked back up to me, leaning in toward the same ear, pinning me up against a wall.

"Oh....YOU....", I laughed, turning my head to the right, like I was just laughing Zayn off, then slapped his face and pushed it, getting some distance between us while I scurried away, putting a small table in between us.