DRIFTED |Harry Styles|

CHAPTER 20

After a long day of putting up with Niall's perverted jokes and enduring his malicious personality, I finally got home, well, Harry's home. He had already made dinner, cleaned up the apartment and done the laundry. It was safe to say that I could definitely get used to that.

"Hi, baby, how was your day?" He endearingly asked as I plopped down on the sofa and huffed in annoyance. "You'll never guess who the new staff member is." He looked at me confused and sat down beside me, holding me tight in his arms. "Who?" Harry almost whispered as his hands caressed my head, instantly making me relax. "Niall."

Harry stopped his sweet gesture the moment that I said his name. He let out a long, warm breath before looking down at me again. "What the fuck? Why the hell would he want to work at the same coffee shop that you do?" He mirrored the same confused expression I had when Niall told me he was the new employee, but I could see that his mind was elsewhere.

"I honestly don't know, but he definitely knew that I work there and, apparently, he also knows Luke." I tried doing the math in my head, but couldn't come up with a reasonable motive for him to start working there. Maybe he needed the money? 

"Luke?" Harry asked. "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about him. He's been my best friend since I can remember and he's actually my boss too. Practical, right?" I smiled, but Harry furrowed his brows.

"Friend, huh?" He asked suspiciously. "Yeah, Harry, he's only a friend. Actually, he's more like a brother to me." I assured him and as soon as the word brother left my mouth, Harry started to kiss my neck and jawline, gently sucking and biting at the sensitive skin and I couldn't help but let out a low moan when he reached the sweet spot behind my ear.

We were interrupted by a loud Liam coming through the front door. "Hello kids! What are we having for dinner tonight?" He asked, making Harry roll his eyes and taking a seat by the kitchen counter while holding his knife and fork up. Harry got up and pulled me with him.

"I made pasta. I know it's simple, but I really hope you'll like it." Harry said, looking directly into my eyes. "Of course I will, sweet cheeks!" Liam happily remarked, completely oblivious that Harry was actually talking to me and I giggled.

Harry rolled his eyes at him again and I took my place by the table, sitting next to him and directly across from Liam. Harry's hand rested on my thigh the entire time, slowly and nonchalantly moving up and down. I didn't think he knew how much he was teasing me, but I didn't have the willpower to ask him to stop.

We spent the rest of the dinner telling jokes and bantering, mostly Harry and Liam, but I'd always join in laughing. Harry's dish was amazing and I couldn't be more glad that we had found each other again. I knew Harry felt the same. It was written all over his face.

His eyes were shinning brighter, his laugh was genuine and there was always I grin on his lips. He was happy and so was I, but most of all, I was enormously glad that I was the one putting that beautiful, dimpled smile on that handsome face of his.

As dinner went by, Harry's hand crept upper in my inner thigh and on the moment his long fingers brushed against the apex of my thighs and centre, I knew he was one hundred percent conscious of his actions. He knew what he was doing to me and made no effort to stop.

When Liam left the table to wash our dishes, Harry pressed his palm firmly over my sensitive, and now wet, area, forcing a whimper to come out of my mouth once his hand left me. "I think Mel and I will head up to bed now. Goodnight Liam." He said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him.