Instinct

Chapter Three

The small smile that played on Harry's lips surprised me, but I returned a soft smile anyway.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He asks softly, his lip obviously effecting how he talks. I shook my head.

“I really don't want to have to face Liam. I know he's probably there.” I tell him, but then realize that I'm probably overstaying my welcome.

“But you can take me home if you want. I don't want to push it, being here and all.” I quickly cover and he shrugs, shoving his okay hand in his jean pocket.

“I'm fine with you staying here for a bit if that's what you want.” He looks down, seemingly finding his gesture weird, and I couldn't disagree with that. Harry was never this nice. I uncrossed my arms and stood up straight, not leaning on the counter anymore.

“Harry, I don't want to-”

“Ali, it's cool, okay. You don't wanna go home so don't.” He cuts me off and I almost smile, hearing the normal Harry finally fall back into play. I put my hands up in surrender and nodded, walking out of the bathroom.

“If you insist.” I say as I turn around and watch him turn off the bathroom light and passing me to head downstairs. I followed his lead, not knowing exactly where I should be going being in his house and all.

“You can go in the living room and turn on the TV, I'll be there in a sec.” He offers and I don't object, heading to the largest room in the house that I've seen so far. I sigh and sit down on the edge of the couch, grabbing the remote slowly. It didn't matter that I'd known Harry for about a year, this was still very weird. Harry came in with soda, him automatically looking at the way I was sitting, making him chuckle.

“The couch isn't going to eat you, just relax.” He tells me as he sits on the other side of the couch. I breathe out heavily and scoot back into the couch, realizing how comfortable it really was. I smiled to myself and handed Harry the remote.

“Here, I don't know what to watch.” I say and lightly throw the remote across the couch, Harry catches it easily with one hand, turning it to face him and flipping through channels.

“So where's my soda, hmm?” I joke and he looks at me, nudging his head toward the direction of the kitchen.

“I'm not your maid. Go get one if you want one.” He says and I bite my lip, not wanting to go through their things. I don't understand how Harry can be so casual and not even care. There must be something that he cares about right? Everyone has at least one thing...

“Well.” He adds when he sees that I don't get up and I shrug, getting sucked farther into the couch. Harry doesn't press any farther, turning his attention to the TV and I feel slightly relieved. I don't understand why Harry is so rude. Why couldn't he have just gotten one for me when he was already there? Ugh, I don't get it.

After about a half hour of TV, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I didn't reach to get it at first, not really caring who it was since I was comfortable.

“Aren't you gonna get that?” Harry asks, raising an eyebrow and I shake my head.

“I wasn't planning on it, why? Is it seriously bugging you...” I say the last part in a monotone.

He nods, “Get it.” He commands and I roll my eyes.

“No.” I say, not letting him boss me around.

“Get it.” He demands again when it keeps ringing, the person calling multiple times.

“No.” I repeat and Harry sets his can down, getting up with a huff and reaching in my back pocket without hesitation.