Let's Pretend [Niall Horan]

Chapter 34

-Aria-

••Feb 6, 2013••

"Good morning," I smiled, happier than I expected myself to be as I shut the front door.  I had dropped Max off at his best friend Luke's home, where of course I had to sit there and talk to the mother for a about thirty minutes before finally being able to escape my way back home.  

It had been a while since I was excited to go back home. 

"Hi love," Harry's posh accent said, looking up from the frying pan.  His dimples showed as he flipped his hair out of his eyes but it just falls back the same way, covering most of his face.  He is standing over the stove, only wearing tight brown-colored jeans with his shirt draped on one of the counter high stools. 

"Been a while since I came home to food being cooked," I giggled, placing my bag on the same chair Harry's shirt is placed on before walking around the counter and to Harry's side. 

"Been a while since I've seen Aria smile," he said and pressed his lips onto my cheek leaving a wet slob of saliva.  I smiled, sticking out my tongue between my smiling teeth, using the edges of my sleeve to dry it off.

"You can't do that," I said between giggles, pulling away from him.

"Oh?" he said, placing the spatula down and turning towards me with a devilish smile.  

He used his left hand to pull back his hair, holding it up as he dashed towards me.  He's faster than I remembered him as I turn my heel and run as fast as I can to the living room.  I don't know why I tried because I absolutely knew I had no chance running away from him.  Not even halfway to the living room, I felt Harry's arms wrap around my waist, picking me up off the floor and placing me down on the couch with a thud. 

"Ouch," I pout even though it didn't hurt one bit.

He smirked, towering over my body.  I hadn't seen all his tattoos before other than online.  (Yes, I did look him up online.  Can you blame me?  He was my best friend and now he's a famous singer.) So I had seen his tattoos online on tumblr and other websites, but I had never seen them in actual real life. 

"Your tattoos are ridiculous," I blurted out.

"Your face is ridiculous," his lips formed into a smirk, as he attempts to push me over on the small couch so he can join.  But instead he ended up lying directly on top of me. 

"Sexual harassment!" I yelled out. "Someone help me.  Harry Styles is raping me."

"You like it," he chuckled, looking down at me.  Our faces are only a few inches away and I felt my face immediately heat up.  For the first time since he had cove over last night, I felt nervous.  As if Harry was a stranger.  And he should be.  I hadn't seen him for so long.  (Well, other than the online searching or the supermarket magazines that are placed when I check out.)  Using all of my might, I pushed him off of my body.

Thud.

His body landed on the floor and Harry immediately sat up, raising his eyebrow.

"Whoa there, your man muscles are showing," he chuckled, giving me a nudge on the shoulder. "Sure you aren't a boy?"

"Pretty sure,"

"I wouldn't know," he said and gets back up on his feet, rushing back to the kitchen as if he had forgotten that he was cooking.

I laughed at what he said, although I don't know what he really meant by it.  He didn't know if I was a girl?  Is that Harry being a smart ass, or is he flirting with me?