Hot (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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            Harry and I hung out a couple more times in the next few days. We were always doing something, whether it was bowling or eating out. I assumed that he had money in his family but it was odd that someone was spending it on me. I usually didn’t have an issue of paying because of my rather plentiful bank account from working for many summers. But it was still always a gesture that caught me off guard, one that I found to be endearing and even sweet after a while.

            One night, I was lying on my back on my bed and randomly strumming at a guitar my parents given me recently, when my phone rang. I saw that it was Harry and I answered with a grin.

            “Hey you,” I said goofily. I really enjoyed talking to him.

            “Hey gorgeous,” I heard his raspy voice say from the other end. Just like any normal American girl, I internally swooned at his foreign accent. I adored the lilt and varying emphasis’ he put on different words.

            “What’s up handsome?” I teased. He groaned through the phone.

            “I’m so bored,” he whined. I laughed at him.

            “What am I supposed to do about that?” I asked.

            “Anything! Keep me company Aria,” he said.

            “But what if I’m just too busy,” I poked at his patience. He surprised me with a chuckle.

            “I doubt it,” he sounded confident.

            “Really now? How would you know that?”

            “You told me you had nothing to now that you’re parents didn’t enlist your help in, I quote, ‘the heavily armed fortress for death seeking drones’ also known as their office,” he said. I could imagine the smirk on his face.

            “Oh yeah,” I muttered.

            “What were you doing?” he asked.

            “Not much. I was strumming away on my guitar,” I replied, twirling a strand of my hair in my fingers.

            “Oh? Are you good?”

            “I’m the best damn thing you’ll every hear Harry Styles,” I joked. He laughed loudly in response.

            “I don’t doubt it. Will you play for me?” I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.

            “Good one. I don’t think so. My parents just got it for me a month or so ago. I’m totally horrendous at it,” I told him, “they got it as a gift from some party or dinner or something and didn’t have any other use for it than to give it to me as a nice hand-me-down.”

            “Mmm,” he hummed, “You’re parents are something else.”

            I snorted.

            “That’s an understatement. They get the award for being the least ‘parently’ parents ever,” I replied, disdain coloring my voice.

            “’Parently’?” Harry teased.

            “Shut up, you know what I mean,” I said, finally noticing how silly I looked playing with my hair before letting it go.

            “Yeah. Paternal? Parental? Affectionate? Choose any of the above. All of the above?” he said laughing. I frowned, forgetting he couldn’t see me.