Don't Do This.

Quinque

I wake up at about 3 to the sound of my phone ringing. 

“Hello?” I say groggily. 

“Were you asleep?” a deep voice whispers in my ear. 

“No I was baking a pizza.” He chuckles.

“Won’t you burn the hotel down if you’re baking in your room?” he replies, a smile in his voice. 

“Shut the fuck up.” He laughs, making me smile. “Stop laughing. You’re making me smile. It’s—wait, what time is it? Okay, it’s 3 in the morning, Harry, what do you want?”

“Well, I wanted to say hi, and tell you that my mum wants you to come over for dinner tomorrow. We’re having fish and chips!” 

“O-okay Harry. Hi. I’ll dress nice. Anything else?” He hesitates.  

“Not that I know of,” he says before I hear a loud bang in the background. “Hey, I gotta go. Speak to you later?”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye.” Then the call was ended. Then I passed out. 

Harry kisses my cheek as I open the door and let him in. 

“You look beautiful,” he says as I sit down to retie my shoelaces. 

“You’re a good liar, Styles.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you!” I give him a suspicious look and he rolls his eyes. “Okay, not about that.” I smile, standing up and walking over to him. He laces his fingers in mine and we walk down to his car. “So where’s Park?”

“He met some guy yesterday and is trying to get laid,” I say, getting into his car. He laughs, turning up the radio as we drive down the road. 

“You nervous?” Harry asks me over the radio.

“Wh-what? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, moving my now shaking hand to my thigh. 

“You’ll be a star! There’s no doubt in my mind she’ll love you,” he assures, grabbing my hand. We soon pulled down a road of almost identical houses and pull down the driveway of one. 

“Nice house,” I say, looking it over. 

“You ready?” Unsure of the answer myself, I nod and get out of the car. “Let’s do this, then.”

Harry is still trucking behind me as we get to the door of mine and Jon’s room. Pulling out the key, I unlock the door and open it. That’s when I saw what was going on in there. 

“What?” Harry asks, seeing my expression. 

“I don’t… I can’t… can we?” I stutter, pointing down the hall. He nods, still confused. I drag him all the way down to the pub at the hotel and don’t stop until I’m seated at the bar. 

“You wanna tell me now?” he asks, buying me a drink. 

“Park was… his date… he was having sex.” He looked away as if trying not to laugh. I buried my head in my hands and forced a pity attempt to clear my mind of the horrible image that kept resurfacing. 

“Well,” Harry said, trying to brighten the mood, “at least Mum likes you.”

“She does?” I question, looking up at him. 

“Yeah. You guys got on really well.” I smile, thinking about dinner. 

“Good. I hope she doesn’t mind me taking her little boy away from her,” I say, taking the shot of vodka I ordered. 

“Her little boy definitely doesn’t,” Harry says, kissing me. “Ugh. You taste like vodka.”