Antisocial [h.s]

[six]

Congratulating didn't last too long but it did take a bit of time to convince Felix I didn't want to celebrate.

I was finally able to say goodbye and leave on my skateboard after a brief shower in the change room.

I still felt giddy and my smile wouldn't leave. I wasn't exactly sure what to do since Liam was at a party but he had mentioned that Harry would be in their dorm room since he didn't really feel up to it and somehow I find myself standing in front of the door with my knuckles gently hitting the wood three times before dropping my arm to my side.

I heard some rustling until the knob was turned and it felt like my stomach did the same when a sleepy looking Harry appeared. His lips curved into a smile and he leaned against the door frame. "Hey."

"Hi," I smiled back and he chuckled.

"Liam's not here."

"I know."

I watched as he lifted an eyebrow and he gave me an amused look. "Well come in," he took a step back and opened the door a bit more so I slipped through.

He turned the light on and I looked around seeing the familiar items of Liam and then the unfamiliar items of Harry. The room was surprisingly pretty neat for two boys.

"Not that I don't like this surprise visit, I do, but what are you doing here?" He asked curiously, sitting on his bed with his back against the wall.

"I don't know, was in a good mood and you're kinda my friend, also my only friend and Liam said you were staying in so..." I trailed off and set my skateboard against the wall, out of the way.

"Okay, so what do you want to do?"

"I hadn't gotten that far yet into my thinking. What were you doing?" I sat next to him but left some space between us.

"I was just taking a nap actually-"

"Oh my god, I'm sorry for waking you," I apologized quickly, trying to stand up only to have a pair of hands tug me by my hips back down.

"I needed to wake up, don't worry, I'd much rather hang out with you," he spoke sincerely and I got this weird feeling in my stomach, it was completely foreign.

"Okay, I'm sorry though."

"Don't apologize," he groaned playfully and I rolled my eyes. "So how comfortable are you with me?"

"I'm getting there," I replied. "It's still weird to sorta have a friend," I shrugged and he tried to stifle his laughter so I just rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder.

"You are extraordinarily unordinary, Blake Cullen," he told me once he calmed down and my eyebrows scrunched together.

"No I'm not," I argued truthfully. I am unordinary, yes, but I'm nothing extraordinary.

"In my eyes you are," he smiled warmly at me and my heart was fluttering in a way I was sure was unhealthy.