Oops! ➵ h.s a.u

2. I can't touch what I see.

Songs for this chapter:
- Hold It Against Me | Britney Spears
- Treacherous | Taylor Swift
- Little White Lies | One Direction
- Dangerous Woman | Ariana Grande

Chapter two.

I can feel the desperation burn behind his eyes as he looks at me; silently begging me to not tell her about us. Like I'm actually going to ruin my best friend's life, by telling her about my one night stand with her boyfriend. Right.

"Uhm...- yea. Hi. I'm Veronica, it's a pleasure to meet you," I stammer and extend my hand for him to take. He looks me strongly in the eyes, which makes my knees wobble, and when he takes my hand, I can feel the usual spark between us.

That same spark that flew around everywhere in his room, where we spent the night. I feel the heat spread in my entire body when I think back to his naked, sweaty body. His raspy voice filling the air and his hair falling into his eyes.

I bite my lip and look down at our connected hands. "I'm Harry. It's a pleasure to meet you, too." He sounds choked and his words forced. His eyes dart frantically around the room and he keeps licking his lips, which unfortunately reminds me of our steamy night, and I choke on the air.

That voice, though. That voice could make any woman's knickers spontaneously combust every time he speaks. Like mine did, when he pulled them off when we were both lying on his bed, tangled in his white, silky sheets

Holy fuck, Veronica! Stop it. It is your best friend's boyfriend you're talking about!

But still. I dare any woman in this world to look at him, and not want him to shag you then and there. I mean, I know what he can do what that beautiful body of his, and I'm hardly able to stand straight and keep my knees from wobbling.

"Ugh, I'm so happy that you two are finally meeting each other! I can just tell that you two are going to get along," Liz smiles and claps her hands together as we sit down; Harry and Elizabeth next to each other, and me in front of Harry.

I smirk as my eyes connect with Harry's and I lick my lips before opening my mouth. "Oh, I'm sure we are."

Liz smiles and Harry chokes on the big sip of water he just took and looks at me with red tainted cheeks. I know it's wrong of me to provoke Harry by reminding him of me and the heated night we spent together, but I can't help it. I want him to think about it as much as I am.

I want him to lust after me, the way I am him. I want him to excuse himself to go to the loo, where I would follow him, and then I want him to kiss me with the passion he did at the club. I want him to want me, the way I want him.

There's an eerie silence over the table. Harry and I are afraid we might give us up to Liz, and Liz is snuggling into Harry, to which I look away - which I know he sees. Then, fortunately, the waiter comes and asks what we want, and I immediately order a glass of wine.

"So, Harry," I start and his eyes immediately find mine and look at me, pleadingly. "What do you do for a living?" I finally ask and almost laugh at his noticeable breath of relief.

"Uhm, I'm a lawyer - or, well I'm studying to become one." He smiles and I nod and return his smile. For a moment, it almost feels like it's only Harry and I, on a date maybe. Sharing stories and getting to know each other, as if we were a normal couple.

But we're far from a normal couple. He's dating my best friend and I'm still craving the smallest touch from him.

"What about you?" He asks and takes a sip of water.