Why me? (a Harry Styles story)

Why me? | 3.

3.

Unnie Edwards

I have no idea for how long we’ve been talking. All I know is that Niall and Louis left a long time ago and that I’ve been drinking at lest 2 more glasses of wine and Harry is on his 5th beer. I’m feeling pretty bubbly on the inside because of the wine. 

We’ve been talking about everything and nothing. He told me that he and the boys are staying at the hotel for a few nights before they’re heading up north in the country. 

I really don’t know what I'm doing but I’m having fun. I’ve completely forgot about my work and my paper has wine stains from when Harry and I clinched our glasses making some of the liquid spill. There’s no way I can take those papers with me to my presentation tomorrow. Weirdly I couldn’t give a rats ass about that now. I’m starting to get properly drunk together with Harry Styles!

30 minuter later, the bartender announce this evenings Last call and me and Harry suddenly realize we’ve been sitting by the bar drinking and talking tor the last 3 hours straight.   

I look slightly confused and Harry looks like he’s having the time off his life. 

”Hey Unnie, let’s play 20 questions?” His face lights up like a Christmas tree in excitement.

”Yeah sure, I’ll start!” I say, really up for anything. ”But first let’s set the rules straight here. We ask every other time and that would basically mean that we get to ask and answer 10 questions each right?” 

”Uhm yeah, is there any other ways to play this game?” Harry asks, looking at me like I spoke in Swahili again, just like when I told him about my job. 

”I don’t know!” I say as I laugh. ”But lets go!, first question: Whats your mothers name?” Honestly I really have no idea where that question came from. I’m sorry. 

”Anne! My turn; how old are you?” He smirks at me, like he asked me the hardest questions of all time

”23! Favorite subject in school?”

”Math and P.E. But really, you're 23 and works withing the stock exchange business?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah?" I reply trying to look a bit offended but fail big time.

"No nothing, it's just pretty cool I guess. Any brothers or sisters?” he says as he shrugs, still wearing that mischievous grin.

He thought my job was cool. He's a famous pop star and he thought MY job was cool? Jeese! 

I shake my head and return my focus to the game.

”One younger brother named Jonas. Who’s your best friend?”

”tricky question, I’ve got 4 of them!” he says without doubt, his look changes slightly into a more dreamy state while mentioning his four best friends. If that’s not love than I don’t know what is. 

We keep on asking these pretty easy questions, but then Harry asks with his eight question ”Do you have a boyfriend?”

I  must say I'm a bit taken back by the question, I mean we haven’t even touch the boy/girlfriend subject during our 3 hours talk. But I man up and just shake my head and I’m probably imagining this but it sure looks like his eyes lit up a tiny bit when I do. 

”Do you?” I ask him back with my ninth question to him. 

”nope” he says calmly. ”Can I kiss you?” 

It's like the whole room becme silent, like someone hit the pause button and the only thing that move is me and Harry. Well I don't move a single bit, I'm so in chock I don’t know if I’m even capable of breathing.