Lost (Harry Styles)

Three

After dinner Andrea and Bruce insist that me and Harry should go into the living room and watch some TV. Both of us very reluctant to do so do as we are told and very slowly walk to the living room.

As we enter the living room I can't help but gape at it. It's about as big as our whole bottom floor. The room is so elegantly decorated with grand curtains and grand wallpaper. It's everything I ever dream of in a house.

Harry and I both sit down on the sofa before he gets up from the leather cushioning and grabs the remote. As he does so a single packet tumbles out of his black jeans. He doesn't seem to notice. He presses the obvious red button and the TV blares out.

"Erm, you dropped something." I say now noticing the small words that say 'lubricant condom' and wishing that I didn't say anything.

He turns to look at where I am pointing, he doesn't even seem phased by what I would think embarrassing. He just shrugs and puts it back in his pocket.

"I'm saving that." He says with an expressionless face.

He what? I have no idea why a surge of jealousy is over taking me. "What? For who?!"

"Obviously not you." He stifles a laugh. He cannot be serious. Does he want me to slap him?

"Harry, if you keep this up then I might have to injure you." I say leaning over to take a sip of my water.

"I like it when you say my na-" he mumbles but then quickly stops himself as blood surges to his cheeks.

"Never mind.." Harry mumbles again.

I feel a smile creep up on my cheeks as I think about what he said. Does he really mean it? My eyes fall from his eyes down to his lips. He licks them slowly. A smirk soon appears on the red lips. I look up at him.

"I can tell you think I'm irresistible. Go ahead, kiss me to fulfil your desires..." He whispers in a low voice, lips brushing past my ear. My heart starts to beat rapidly. I try to take deep breathes to slow down my heart beat. It doesn't work. I jerk back away from him snapping back to reality.

"Are you crazy? You're actually so full of your self." I stand up and cross my arms glaring at him.

"I wouldn't want to kiss you anyway." He shoots back at me and I can't help but feel a little bit hurt. You brought it up on yourself. My sub-conscience tells me. I really want to shoot her at the moment. I huff and sit back down on the sofa,

"I know you want to kiss me though." He says in my ear. I can feel him smirking. I try to resist him but I can't. My heart thuds against my chest. My eyes drag down to his lips. I lean in slowly wanting to feel his body against mine. I have a sudden urge to kiss him. I can't contain it. I don't even like him. In fact I can't stand him. But I can't fight this urge. He gently pushes me down onto the sofa lying on top of me. He pushes our hips together so that they connected, I haven't realised until now that this is exactly what I needed. I sigh in relief. He looks into my eyes for a second too long before dipping in. Our lips collide together and mould perfectly to one another. Moving in time with each other. Harry slowly slides his tongue into my mouth, I quickly tense up but then relax as it soon soothes me. He slowly brings his face away from mine and his eyes linger on my lips before getting up off me. The sofa squeaks as he stands up and slowly walks out of the room confidently. The tapping of his feet as he becomes more distant.

What was that? It was nice yeah but he just left. He is such a jerk.

I decide to walk back into the kitchen. Fortunately for me Harry isn't in the kitchen with our parents.

"Ava! What have you done to your knees? You're so clumsy." She says quickly tending to the red grazes.

I look down to my knees remembering that I had grazed them earlier on. I sigh. "It's fine mum, stop fussing." I groan.

"We're gonna head off now." Mum says as she hugs Andrea goodbye and does the same with Bruce.

Andrea turns to my mum after squeezing all of the air in my lungs out of me and beams at her, "Remember, you're all invited next Saturday."

Mum squeals, look like she's found a new best friend, "We'll all be there, deffo!"

Since when did mum say deffo? I feel a mixture of feelings I don't want to go but inside I really want to see Harry again. No I don't.

"Harry, come say goodbye to the Bryce's!" Bruce shouts up the stairs.

I hear a mumble coming from upstairs, I'm guessing that's a bye...

After a brief goodbye to everyone we hop into the car and make our way to the car. I feel myself drift off into that deep sleep that was well needed.