My Four-Days Love Story - Harry Styles

19. Baby Look What You've Done To Me

Song for the chapter: 5 Seconds Of Summer - If You Don't Know

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'I cannot believe you did that!' Zayn laughed 'I mean, seriously. I would have expected you to start yelling at the top of your lungs and maybe like pull her hair but that slap, though' he chuckled. I laughed, poking around my Biriyani with a spoon

'Ye better watch yer back, eh Hazza?' Niall smirked, making Harry laugh as well.

'Yeah...' Alura nodded 'And she slaps in this way that...it doesn't hurt you right away but it's got this really nasty sting that keeps getting worse for a long time' I grinned, being taken back to that one moment when I had slapped her around the face when she wouldn't stop singing her boyfriend's favourite song-which was really, really bad-at one in the morning.

'Ohhh, yeah!' Cleo exclaimed 'That one time when you were singing that song-Jesse's favourite song!'

'I was just thinking about that' I said.

'Yeah...apparently...his taste in music is far worse than his taste in women he likes to cheat with'

'I honestly don't know why every friggin guy keeps doing that' Niall sighed 'I mean, honestly, if you think you're gonna seem all manly by juggling two or three girls at once, you've probably had a horrible role model' Alura gave him this look that seemed like he had probably painted the world in her favourite colours, even though he didn't notice that.

'Haiii, Alura ko koi samhalo...' (Godddd, someone help Alura...) I sang, making her frown but Alia and Zayn having understood, smirked.

'Oh fuck, that turns me on' Harry muttered beside me and I wanted to laugh.

'What?'

'You...speaking another language' he said in this whimper-ish tone, that had my heart doing every kind of gymnastics. I swear to God, I was ready to drag him to a bedroom.

'Heard that' Louis coughed and Harry gave a shy, dimply smile going pink near his cheekbones. He was the epitome of cuteness, really.

'Mission learn seventy different languages initiated, sir' I mumbled. He gave that cute little "haha" laugh that reminded me of Christmas bells and pixies for some reason 'God, Harry you can't just do that' I groaned. His smile turned to a frown.

'Do what?'

'Laugh all cute and stuff' I cried 'I mean, be careful with things that are lethal'

He looked at me for a moment, a subtle pout on his pink lips and brows furrowed 'Wha-you think my laugh is lethal'

'I do' I nodded 'It's the most, beautiful, wonderful, warm and lethal thing I've ever laid my eyes on'

'Oh...uhm...well, thanks-what the fuck?!' he yelped making my eyebrows rise up as his back arched and he pushed his chair back with a loud noise, jumping up and down while fisting the fabric at the back of his sherwani, crying out like a baby. Louis and Zayn were clutching onto each other, falling to the floor in laughter 'No! No! Get this! GET THIS OUT OF ME!' he roared, running around 'There's a...fuck! THEY FUCKING PUT A BABY FUCKING BIRD DOWN MY SHIRT!'. My jaw dropped 'HELP ME YOU LAZY ASS CUNTS!'

'Harry, Harry...' and I think I picked up my jaw so it could drop again 'Hold still, babe' miss golden lehenga had appeared out of thin air and was clutching his fucking bicep while diving her hand down his back. I glanced at Alia who was staring back at me with her lips parted, unable to form words. My ears were turning hot with every stroke of her hand down Harry's back. I waited with my jaw set tight till the whole seduction thing stopped 'It's a flower' Shreya giggled.