FWB

9.

I watched TV while waiting for the boys. Finn just proposed to Rachel and I got a little teary eyed. Oh, all I want is a happy ending. But all my past relationships were just like hell.

My first love was Tyler. I never really got over him until he tried to rape me. I caressed my temples up and down. To think I wasted my virginity to someone I don’t love. Someone who I agreed to be “friends” with. What is it with Harry Styles?

Suddenly, I hear laughs from outside and the door clicks open. I turn my head to see Harry entering the room looking really tired and exhausted. “Oh.” He says as he sees me. He stops midway after noticing all the shopping bags on the bed. “Holly.” He grumbles. He falls on the bed crushing my paper bags. “Get these out of our bed.”

“Our bed?” I ask, surprised.

“Yeah?” he answers. He throws one at the floor followed by another one then another one.

“Hey! Hey! Stop! Alright! Alright! I’ll fix it. Geez.” I grumpily took all of them out of the bed and organized it, placing it properly in my suitcase. I turned around to look at him as I fixed my lingerie but he was already asleep. I laugh quietly at him and I stood up as I placed the last clothing I bought on my suitcase. I walked toward him and covered his slump body with the comforter.

“Night, Buddy.” I whisper as I kissed his forehead.

The next day was really busy. It was finally the day of their concert and everyone is just coming from everywhere. Lou called me early in the morning to fix the boys while she picked out their clothes. I did the same routine; Harry being the last. But instead of trying to dodge him, I made him last so that we could have some alone time. Before fixing Harry, I made sure to grab some coffee from Starbucks to lighten up my day and all. I was also excited for the overnight at the beach later. I was just expecting a day, but the boys agreed we should stay for the night. I can’t help but smile. They’re just so sweet.

I knock on Harry’s door before I enter even though I didn’t have to. People might suspect. He leans back from his chair to check who went in; after he sees me he eases and went back to whatever he was doing.

“Harry.” I call. “I have to fix you.”

“Can I fix you instead?” he asks. He stood up to wrap his strong arms around my waist and he starts to nibble my neck.

I laugh. “Harry. Seriously. You have a concert.” I swat him on his chest and I take a sip of my Vanilla Latte. “Sit.” I command and he obliges, sitting on the edge of the bed. I laid out some foundation to give him some color when he’s in stage followed by a small amount of red lipstick.

“I hate these stuff.” He murmurs as he licks the lip stick off his lips.

“Harry! Stop doing that!” I say. I placed him another amount and he licks it off again. “Harry!” I say, laughing now. I stomped on the ground to show him I was mad but I couldn’t stop laughing. “Stop!” I lay another amount but this time he doesn’t lick it off. “What time does the concert start?”

“Around 1.” He answers with his low, raspy voice. I blush. What is it with Harry Styles? I sip more of my latte and headed out the door.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“To Louis!” I shout as I reached the hallway.

“Make sure not to play dirty!” he shouts back. I laugh and momentarily close the door behind me.

As I reached Louis’ room, I knocked and waited for his reply. “Come in!” he calls. I turn the knob to see him fidgeting with his trousers.

“Here,” I tell him. I kneel in front of him and fixed his damaged trousers the same time Zayn enters the room.