almost || h.s

August 18, 1963

The corridor was something I was very familiar with; the porcelain vases holding delicately picked daisies, the white and crimson decor flooding the walls with overly-intricate designs, the floors covered with the finest carpet man could offer. It really disgusted me to see such elegance all in one place. It reminded me of home, my parents trying too hard to impress the guests swarming in on a daily basis.

I couldn't help but shake my head at the appearance, so displeased with how my past was lived. But I'm glad I did runaway from that wretched hole they call a villa. It was just a fancy prison in my eyes.

Harry led me to the third door on the right, where I'm assuming was his 'hideout.' The door was a plain white, unlike many doors with fancy scripts placed upon it. He dug through his pocket to pull out a golden key, shaped with an elegant twist towards the end. He slid the key in and pushed the door, bringing me to a pleasant surprise.

It was of nothing I had seen before; white walls mixed with a black decor, the furniture all plain and simple with nothing too fancy. It was something I had always dreamed of, simplicity.

I was too awe-struck to hear Harry's constant babbling about sleeping arrangements.

"Sorry, what?"

He sighed in frustration, obviously lacking sleep from the time of the morning.

"I said that you can sleep in my bed and I will take the couch."

"That's absurd! It's your bed! You sleep in it and I will take the couch!"

"Are you out of your mind? Just take the bed and quit being so stubborn."

"I'm not stubborn. I just think that you should have the bed because it is your home."

"I prefer flat, love."

"Flat, shmat. Just say you will take the bed."

"I will take the bed when you take the bed."

"What are you implying here, Mr. Styles?"

"What do you suggest I'm implying, Ms. Cooper?"

"You want me to sleep in the same bed as you."

"Maybe. Maybe not."

He walked towards the kitchen, fiddling with cabinets and drawers, trying his best to ignore me.

"Harry! I get it your handsome and a gentleman, but what makes you think I will sleep with you?"

I was now behind him, trying my best to get his attention. He spun around inching closer to me, as I was moving closer towards the opposite counter.

"I thought women like you would drop their panties for a man like me." He breathed, whispering into my ear with such delicacy.

"You may be handsome, but there's no way you are getting into my corset."

He chuckled lightly, rubbing my arms against the palms of his manly hands. I, pinned against a counter, him, pinning me.

"Darling, you have no idea how beautiful you truly are."

"Beauty is for the eye of the beholder." I hoped to come out confident, but instead came out a faint whisper.

"And what if the eye of the beholder is I?"

"Don't be so sure, Edward."

"Don't call me that."

"What, Edward?"

"You're doing that on purpose now."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Edward."