The Beautiful Disaster(Harry Styles)

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Make a little conversation
So long I've been waiting
To let go of myself and feel alive
So many nights I thought it over
Told myself I kind of liked her
But there was something missing in her eyes
I was stumbling, looking in the dark
With an empty heart
But you say you feel the same
Could we ever be enough?
Baby we could be enough
So hot that I couldn't take it
Want to wake up and see your face
And remember how good it was being here last night

*Harrys point of view*

She was sitting on the front kitchen chair with her index  and middle finger tangled in her hair her gaze was fixed on the magazines on the front table, her eyes were scanning our bands made in the am cover then I smelled something burning and saw Laila smiling, it was my food!!!

" Shit, I am sorry " I put away the pan in the basin and ran the tap .

" Where's you mind Styles " she said in between her laughter.

" My mind huh, I'll tell you were it is " I said with a grin plastered on my face , she understood my next move and ran towards the living room but was not fast enough I grabbed her by arm and threw her over my shoulder she kicked her legs in a dramatic way.

I carefully places her in the couch and began to tickle.

"HARRY, STOP !!!" She screamed on top of her lungs while laughing.

"Then say I am the best "

"No!!"

"Say it " I tickled her more harder .

"Alright you are the best !!! " as soon as I released her she grabbed my waist and tackled me to the ground , I didn't know that she was that strong.

"My turn!!! " and she started to tickle me.

"Laila that's not fair " I said and grabbed her wrist , pulled her closer to me her chest laid on mine, a loose piece of her hair falling in her face , our lips were an inch apart when we heard.

"Hey, mate ........ Woah I didn't know you were making out, sorry to interrupt ........

*Louis point of view*

I climbed the stairs of Harrys house when I heard laughter filling the air, but it was not Harrys it sounded more female .

"Hey mate"

When I reached I saw Harry laying on the couch with a girl on top of him, he was holding her by the wrist, they were laughing.

"woah, I didn't know you were making out....... Sorry to interpret" The girl on top of Harry quickly moved away from him she tripped a bit but Harry caught her by the waist.

"I think I should leave" Well, actually I wanted to stay and know what's going on but I don't think Harry would like that

"yeah obviously" harry gave me a hard glare , he looked so annoyed that it was cute.

"No, wait I was leaving anyways , Harry can I use the loo before going " Harry nodded and she walked away now I remember her she is the same girl from the pic that Liam showed us.

"I hate you Lou" Harry murmured and I laughed.

*Lailas point of view*

here I am standing, glaring myself in the mirror, its going to be super embarrassing for me, to Talk to harrys friend after he saw us on the couch. I gathered some courage and went downstairs.

" Oh , hey Laila, I am Louis " he greeted and pulled me into a hug. And I hugged him back , I looked over to Harry who mouthed me sorry.

"I am sorry for today, I didn't mean to......, you know"

"Its fine Louis, so, I think I should leave" .

" I'LL drop you at the gate, come" Harry said and put his hand on my lower back guiding me.

When we reached his front gate where my bike was Harry looked at me and I know what he was going to say, before he could I did.

"I know it was very awkward situation, but don't worry, I have been in more awkward ones."

"So, if it was not that awkward I think this should not be too" before I realized what he was implying on, he pulled me by the waist and crashed his lips on mine , I was shocked for a second, then I opened my mouth giving him permission, his tongue slipped in my mouth exploring.

After a moment we parted and I was on my way home.

I parked my bike with the others and ran straight into home, I was still feeling butterflies in my stomach.

" Home, darling" this was the last person I ever wanted to see, who was sitting in the bar with a bottle of prime scotch. It was Mack.