Torn (harry styles)

28- Confusion

We arrive at Harry's door and I reach out and ring the doorbell. The house is quite large, and it looks quite modern. It looks cosy and nice, I would like to live somewhere like this.

Harry answers the door, he is wearing his tight black jeans and a black tshirt. His tattoos on his arms are showing and the top of what look like sparrows or something are showing out of the top of his low neck top. He smells like cologne and his hair is pushed back in a bandana. He looks so hot. I lose my breath for a moment, it's caught while I stare at the beauty in this man in front of me.

"Hey." He says, I smile.

"Hi." I say as he stands aside for me and Evie to enter. As soon as I walk in I notice lots of modern art style paintings and a couple of white marble sculptures. You can tell some furniture is missing from the room, probably to make room for the party. In the sitting room there is lots of space. The walls are white with some white black and red modern art paintings. The sofas a black leather, the floor is smooth glossy and wooden and in the middle is a black rug. I rake my eyes over the room. The lampshade is red and there is a red modern art sculpture In the corner of the room.

There is a clear white red and black theme in the living room, how sweet. It looks really good.

Next I notice the people in the living room, there is about 15 people in the living room. Standing around holding red cups and talking whilst aggressive music roars out of speakers next to the sofas. There is a big black tv which is on a bracket on the wall opposite the tv and on it there is... Sports. I push my eyes to the sofa where there are some guys drinking bottles of bear while watching the tv.

"Let's go to the kitchen and start drinking." Evie murmurs in my ear and then walks off to the kitchen. I take one last glance in the living room and then behind me. It makes me jump when I see Harry is standing right behind me, looking me up and down with a smirk on his face.

"Did you bring any drink?" He asks, his voice gruff and manly.

"Yeah, this watermelon vodka." I smile, I don't know why I'm smiling at him. He's nasty.

"Nice. What are you waiting for?" He frowns. I freeze for a second before shrugging.

"Bit early." I lie, I was actually about to go and start drinking. But I need some sort of excuse to why I was just standing here looking around like an idiot.

"I guess, what time would you call acceptable?" He looks amused.

"Nine thirty or like ten, I dunno- whenever." I say.

"What do you plan on doing until then? Just standing here?" He says, I feel my cheeks heat up a little and I don't know what to say.

"I like that dress." He smirks. His eyes practically peeling it off me.

"Thanks, it's not mine." I say, running my hands down the layers at the front.

Harry wolf whistles in my ear which makes me giggle and then he saunters off into the kitchen.

I do want to look like I'm following him so I walk into the living room. Thankfully, Louis is in there on the sofa and there's a space next to him.

"Hey." I smile, walking up to Louis. He looks me up and down and smiles.

"oh hi Skye. You look different!" He remarks. I fight back a smile.

"Really? In a good way?" I ask, hope he means in a good way...

"Yes! Definitely. Harry will be pleased with you tonight."

I choose to ignore his comment, not that I know what it means and I'd rather not know. It's not like I care if Harry is pleased or not because I'm happy with dexter so I'm not trying to impress Harry....