Oops! ➵ h.s a.u

3. I thought I'd like to make you mine.

Songs for this chapter:
- Oops | Little Mix ft. Charlie Puth
- Bad Liar | Selena Gomez
- Hands to Myself | Selena Gomez
- Shower | Becky G

Chapter three. 

Harry Styles. A simple name, really, but just the thought of it, makes my knees go weak. Just the thought of those deep, green eyes and soft, pink lips makes my mind run away with me. 

I swirl mindlessly around on my office chair and chew on the end of my pen. The manuscript in front of me is screaming at me to do my work, but I can't. I can't focus on what I'm actually supposed to do. All I can think about is him. 

Lauren is sitting in front of me, skimming through page after page, now and then looking up to see if I'm still as unfocused as I was five minutes before. I always am. I don't know what it is about Harry. It was just a one-night thing and I have no plans on ever doing it again with him, but still. For some unexplainable reason, I am paralyzed by the thought of him, and I can't seem to think about anything but him. 

"Hey, slacker, you planning on doing any work or are you just going to be lollygagging the entire time?" I hear a voice say from beside me and I look away from the ceiling and over at the blonde guy sitting two seats away from me. Grayson has a smirk on his lips and I roll my eyes at him when we make eye contact.

"Mind your own bloody business, Gray," I sing-song and give him my best fake smile, to which he laughs loudly and shakes his head in amusement as he looks back to his screen. I giggle and look at my manuscript and fiddle with my red pen in my hand; mentally forcing myself to start working. That is of course, till I hear Lauren trying to get my attention and I look up again.

"You alright, love?" She whispers and leans across her desk to try to gain some privacy. 

I nod and purse my lips. "Yea, just a lot on my mind. It's nothing," she doesn't really seem to by into my lie but drops it anyway, which I'm so grateful for. She smiles weakly and sits back in her chair. After that, I'm back to swirling in my chair, telling myself to do what I'm actually paid to do. But no such luck. 

I keep on dwelling in the shame and the excitement of having slept with Harry, and his words keep on running through my head. 

That's just it, Ron. I can't stop thinking about that night.

He can't stop thinking about it. I can't help the small spark of hope that's ignited inside of me by the thought. Bloody hell, I have to stop doing this to myself. He is dating Liz and I cannot, for the life of me, ever do something like that again with him. 

But I can't shake the memory of his flushed cheeks after he spilt the words; like he didn't mean to say it. I can't stop thinking about how his eyes drank in my body and how the usual spark between us, yet again, was ignited. 

But I can't think like that, so instead of continuing the self-torment, I force myself to focus on my manuscript. So much, that I actually get a little under half done by the time Lauren nudges me to go to lunch with her. 

I put on my best smile and follow her across the street from Kingsley Publishing House and into a small café, where Lauren ushers over to a table with a heater above. The cold January weather is pulling everyone down, and I can tell that everyone in the café feels the same way about it as us by their tired gazes as they sit daydreaming and munching on their food.