Come My Way (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

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(A/n: thanks so much for 300 reads!!! Ahhhh!!!! Thanks so much guys! Ilyasm! xo)

SAM'S POV:

"May we have our tickets, please?" Louis asked the waiter.

"I'll get right on that, sir." He quickly shuffled away toward the back of the restaurant. Harry was pretty tense, our waiter had been throwing winks and flirtatious looks my way all night. He is cute, but definitely not my type. Harry, now that's my type.

I still have the adrenaline running in me from when he asked me to be his girlfriend in the limo. It's very soon, I mean we barely know each other. I just felt that tug on my heart, and I had a gut feeling, and my gut was screaming at me with all it had to take the money and run. So I did just that.

The waiter came back and gave us our separate tickets. Louis and El, Perrie and Zayn, Liam and Sophia, Harry and I, and then Niall. I think he might like Maggie. They would be super cute. That's too bad, she said she has a boyfriend at the moment. I hope they get the chance to know each other when she comes. I'm so excited! I haven't seen her in forever. More like 2 weeks, but still.

When we get back to the guys' place, Harry leads me straight upstairs. As soon as I get to his room, I start to take off my heels, my feet are killing me.

"My feet are killing me." I grumble and wince as I pull the feet-hating demons off of my sore feet. "But, they sure do look sexy." I crack a smile as I hold up the 6-inch heels in front of me, admiring them, and hating them at the same time.

"What's sexy, the heels or you?" He teases me, grabbing me by my waist and looking down at me. I twist out of his embrace and he frowns.

"Come cuddle with me." He pouts with puppy dog eyes. I giggle and 'awww' at him.

"Tempting, but I have to change." I smirk at him.

"Into what?" He raises his eyebrows. Crap. I don't have sweat pants or something comfy. I look at him with my puppy dog face. His face softens and he breaks into a huge smile, standing up from the bed. He rummages through his dresser until he pulls out a worn out t-shirt that is a regular polo, the kind without a collar.

I smile at him when he tosses it to me.

"How'd you know I love polos?"

"Lucky guess." He keeps rummaging through the dresser until he pulls out some boxers. I quirk my eyebrow up at him when he tosses them to me as well.

"You want me to wear these?" I ask, holding up the boxers. He smirks and nods.

"Just try it, Sam, if you don't like them I'll find some of my pajama pants for you."

I just smile and go into the bathroom. I change and place the dress on a rack, and slip on the polo then boxers. I look in the mirror and see that the shirt reaches just above my knees, and the boxers can't be seen with the polo on. I love them, they smell exactly like him. Sour patch kids with maybe a faint trace of cologne. I stand there and breathe in the intoxicating smell of him, until a knock on the door makes me jump.

"You fall in?" He chuckles. I open the door and roll my eyes at him playfully, brushing past him into the room. When I turn back around to face him he's staring at my ass and smirking. I roll my eyes again and fall back onto his pillow-top bed dramatically.

"You look good in my clothes."

"Thanks." I blush slightly, staring at the ceiling.

I sit up on my elbows. "Let's play a game." With a smirk.

"What kind of game?" He smirks and quirks his eyebrows at me a couple times. I swat his arm playfully.

"Not that kind of game, Harold!"