-Miranda's POV-
*Later day*
After looking down at my sketch pad I looked back up at Harry to find him in the same exact position I had drawn him in. I quickly flipped the sketch pad's cover over the drawing it hiding it as fast as I could so Harry wouldn't notice. He looked up at me and smiled, I smiled back and put the sketch book in between the cushion and the actual chair so it stuck there.
Harry took the ice pack off his hand and sat it on the coffee table. "Truth or dare?" Harry asked straight out of the blue. I thought for a moment before answering the question, either way it was a lose, lose situation for me.
"Truth." He nodded and tapped his pointer on his chin before answering. A grin appeared before my eyes where his famous half smile came out.
"Have you ever skinny dipping?" and there it was the perverted Harry that I have came to know and loved. Love? No, correction like. No I don't even-
"Yes." I admitted telling the truth. his half smile turned into a full one, making me blush and I had no clue why. He nodded like he was satisfied. I wasn't sure if I liked his perverted flirty Harry, or whiplash Harry. "Truth or dare?" I asked him since it was his turn.
"Truth."
"That's no fun." I pouted.
"You did truth though."
"Yeah but I did it first."
"Just ask the damn question would ya?" I stuck my tongue out at him and he returned the favor right back. I changed my body position so that the back of my knees rested on the arm of the chair and my back hit the other arm of the chair.
Moments passed before I could think of a truth that could tops Harry's truth. I looked out the window behind Harry and saw the sun was setting it was beautiful, the sky was filled with different colors of pink's, purple's, orange's and red's. I stood up and walked passed the couch Harry was sitting on. I could feel his eyes lock on me as he watched me walk over to the window. My hand hit the window as I wanted to touch the sky, the clouds looked like fluffy marsh mellows.
I just starred for the longest time taking it all in, it was absolutely gorgeous and what a great view. I let out a deep breath trying to take it all in. I felt the presence of Harry behind me, his shadow covering half the wall on the opposite side of the window I was on. "Beautiful isn't it?" he said, I nodded not saying a word.
"You should see it rise, it's extraordinary. Maybe I'll take you to the top of the hill-" He continued pointing over at the hill that way a bit of ways but rose over a house so you could only see the chimney of the house down the road. "one day when all of this is over." Then it hit me, I was in a house with a fugitive. My smiled turned into a frown.
I nodded and walked away and Harry grabbed my hand tugging me back towards him, his breath hitting my bare skin on my shoulders. "You alright?"
"Yeah.." I lied "I'm fine."
I walked back into the living room and heard a car door slam in the driveway. I jerked my head towards to Harry giving him a worried look, he didn't give one in return but one in relief. I was assuming it was Zayn again. There was a knock on the door and I sat down. Harry walked over to the door and opened it Zayn walked in and a second afterwards a girl with blonde hair wearing a floral dress, with a jean jacket and black combat boots walked in after him.
I looked over at Zayn and he flashed a smile at me noticing I was in the room, I waved politely and smiled back. "Miranda, this is my girlfriend Perrie." Girlfirend? He had a girlfriend as clean looking as her? She didn't have a single tattoo or piercing besides her ears on her body. She was to cute and spunky to be with Zayn. She smiled and walked over to me, her hands out asking for a hug. I stood up and smiled as her arms filled with mine. I didn't even know her and she was acting like we've known each other for years.
"It's so nice to meet you! Zayn told me a lot about you on the way over here!" She let go of me so we were face to face. Her skin was absolutely flawless, smooth and silky looking like her beautiful head of blonde hair. I could see why Zayn had picked out such a good looking person like Perrie.
"Nice to meet you too." I said panting since she knocked the wind out of me with that hug of hers.
"Oh good you brought the booze!" Harry exclaimed in joy, his hands up in the air as he saw Zayn with cans of beer and from my view looks like a bottle of whiskey in a brown paper bag. Perrie rolled her eyes and Zayn "Oh god looks like I'm driving home tonight." I laughed at her remark and took a seat.
Perrie took a seat next to me and we got straight to talking. The boys on the other hand went straight to opening the tabs on the cans of beers. It was nice to finally have another girl in the house. Not that Harry wasn't keeping me company but it was hard to relate to Harry when he has testicles, and well I don't.
Within the first two hours Perrie and I had talked about everything from nail care to heartbreaks. Which there wasn't much to talk about on my side. Perrie was defiantly sweet and I was wondering how in the fuck Zayn got such a nice girl with a his head stuck up his ass. I could tell she really cared about him though the way she said she would be the designated driver for the night, and made sure Zayn was alright when he started to get tipsy.
I looked over at Harry and he sat another empty beer can next to the others grabbing another from the 24 pack. "You want one sweetheart?" Harry asked holding up a beer, slurring his words.
I nodded my head no, and he looked away. "Harry's a nice kid." Perrie winked at me, I tilted my head.
"Don't act dumb with me, I'm the blonde here."
"What do you mean?"
"Harry obviously cares about you."
"No he doesn't."
"Maybe not in the lovey dovey type care, but I see the way he looks after you." I looked over at Harry and I caught him starring at me. He jerked his head towards Zayn pretending to be in a deep conversation. I immediately changed the subject after that asking her out her and Zayn met. They met through Harry, turns out Perrie and him went to school together when they were younger. "Has he always been like this?" I asked him referring to his constant mood swings.
She shook her head no. "No not at all, actually he was the sweetest kid. We were all shocked when we heard that he went to jail."
"What did he go for?" I was curious no one ever brought it up, and I never got to asking him because I was afraid he would skin me alive if I did. She shrugged her shoulders, if she didn't know, nobody does. "He never spoke of it, and no one ever told us. I asked him and he lashed out on us all."
"Us? As in you and Zayn?"
She was about to answer the question before she got interrupted when Zayn walked in and crashed his lips on hers. When they parted she was giggling and Zayn had the biggest smirk on his face. "Zayn honey, you taste of beer and tobacco." I hadn't noticed but Zayn was holding a cigarette in between his pointer and middle finger. He brought it up to his lips and took another puff of it before breathing it out. The smoke traveled over to me and I coughed, gagging for fresh air.
"Zayn let's go outside and you can smoke there. Miranda doesn't look to well with you smoking that lung killer." She giggled again and grabbed Zayn's arm dragging him outside slamming the door. I looked over at Harry again and found him staring at me across the room. I smiled, and he returned one as well. I got out my sketch pad and looked through all my pages and noticed all of the people I had drawn had resembled Harry whether it was totally him or just the tiny details about him like his smile or dimples.
I looked up to see Harry walking towards me and I hid the sketch pad behind my back. "What ya got there?" He asked, his walking was really bad. he had almost walked straight into the wall at least twice.
"Nothing." I lied
"Really? What's behind your back then?"
"Nothing." I lied again he came behind my chair and I kept my back tight against the back of the chair acting as calm as possible. He tried reaching down the back but I snapped at him fear ragged his eyes. "Someone is a bit touchy." He slurred.
He tried reaching for it again but I grabbed it and stood up running to the other side of the room with it crossed between my hands. He started walking towards me once again and I put it out of his reach even though he's much taller then I am. "No Harry."
"Come one baby, let me see." His breath hit my skin once again and it sent shivers down my back with the word baby being used into that sentence. "-I see you looking and drawing on that thing all the time, let me see."
I shook my head no I was standing my ground. Even though he maybe drunk and he won't remember what he saw if I did show him but I couldn't. "I'll let you see them if you tell me what your dreams are about." Within seconds his hands clenched up his back arched, and his muscles could be seen through his shirt.
I backed up as i saw him coming closer to me. He had no control over what he was doing right now, it was the alcohol taking over him and controlling his body. His hand raised and I covered my face but before his hand could meet my face I heard Harry grunt and then I heard a big thump right in front of me. I opened my eyes to see Zayn had tackled Harry to the ground. "Ohmygosh, are you alright?" I asked Zayn helping him off of Harry.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Thank you." I said,
"You're welcome. I maybe drunk but I'm not drunk enough to let Harry hurt someone he cares about."
"Did Perrie put these thoughts in your head?"
"No I can tell, the look." He winked at me, I thanked him again. "Will he be alright?" I asked pointing over at Harry who was moaning in pain as he rolled on the ground.
"Yeah, just a bit of bruising in the morning." I walked over to him and started to pick him up, Zayn came over and helped me as each of us supported a half of his body. We walked upstairs even though I was forbidden to go up there ever since the other day. Yet I doubt he would remember if I had helped him up to his room.
We laid him down gently down on his bed and he looked almost passed out, he was still moaning and groaning. I brought his blanket out from under him and pulled his over his body. Zayn walked towards the door "I think Perrie and I are gonna head out." I was a bit sad to hear that sicne I was enjoying my time with Perrie but it probably won't be the last and I wouldn't be that great of a host anyway.
"Alright, thank you again."
He nodded and walked out the room. I was about to leave myself right before I heard Harry moaning. "Miranda?" he asked. I wasn't sure if this was the alcohol talking or of he actually wanted me. I continued walking out and was about to close the door shut when I heard him call out my name again.
"Yeah?" I asked, I opened the door slightly so only my head peaked in.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine." I sighed, knowing he didn't mean it.
"Can you stay with me, in here?" I wasn't sure if I was believing what I was hearing. He had told me to stay out from his room and the upstairs and now he was inviting me in. I shook my head no and was about to close the door once more. "Please? Just tonight?" I let out a sigh, and gave in.
"Yeah let me go get change first." I said
"Just use a pair of my boxers and shirts." He pointed over at the dresser with his other hand over his forehead probably from the pre hangover he was having. I walked over and went to the first drawer and grabbed a pair of blue plaid boxers and a plain black t-shirt I think I've seen him wear once. I was going to walk in to the bathroom when he called out my name again.
"You can change in here." He winked, and there he was again the cheeky perverted Harry.
"Nice try."
Two minutes tops I was out of the bathroom holding my clothes in my hand. I tied the boxers so they fit my body more comfortably and his t-shirt came down on me like a shirt since I was so small. I dropped the clothes at the end of his bed and pulled off some over the covers on the other side of the bed making room for me. I got in and put the covers over me.
"Night Miranda."
"Night Harry."
A|N: Yellow readers! Alright surprise again! I updated again when I said I wasn't going too! I should just do this for now on say I'm not going to update but I really do end up updating in the end.
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