One (h.s.)

fourteen

the one where Harry's just a little bit ill
kiss me like you miss me

(small a/n, Harry and Charlotte met some time around March, had their kiss around beginning of May.)

Charlotte told Sebastian she was going out for coffee with Audrey, again. It had probably been the third day in a row that she was "having coffee with Audrey".

Right after their first kiss, Charlotte had actually gone out with Audrey to tell her about everything that happened in their date.

"I'm so happy for you, you're doing what you want," Audrey told her.

And Charlotte was doing what she wanted. Yes, she was cheating on her husband, but she wanted to. She was starting to feel how the atmosphere in the air when they were both in the hotel room had changed. Her heart didn't beat as fast when he would cuddle up behind her in bed, or when he kissed her bare shoulder. She couldn't look into his eyes and have the desire to kiss him senseless. But that did happen with Harry.

It was Thursday, which was Harry's day off, and he had invited Charlotte to his flat. She, of course, was slightly nervous because she certainly did not want anything to move too fast between both of them. It had only been a few days since their first kiss, and if they did anything today, things would be going too fast, way too fast. But Harry calmed her nerves down when he said that Zayn was in the flat too because he had taken the day off from uni to finish a painting.

While Charlotte was relieved by a third presence in the flat, Harry wasn't very much. He wanted Charlotte and him to be all on their own.

She dressed the most casual she had ever dressed, in a Stussy baseball-style shirt and ripped black skinny jeans. She grabbed some sunglasses and walked straight past the front entrance of the hotel and tried to remember where Harry's flat was from there.

After about fifteen minutes, she arrived at the portal of his flat and started to walk up the stairs to his door.

She knocked thrice once she arrived and waited. Shuffling and grumbling and groaning was heard from behind the door, and for a second she thought she had been knocking on the wrong one. She was prepared to turn around and act as if she wasn't the person who had knocked, when the door opened and Zayn appeared behind wearing black jeans and a white vest. He seemed annoyed at first with his cigarette hanging off his lips, but his expression changed when he saw it was Charlotte.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth, "Hi Charlotte, didn't expect to see you here."

"Well, I'm... Is Harry here?" she asked shyly.

"Yeah, come on in," he opened the door wider so she could walk in, and closed it when she was fully inside their flat.

Zayn followed Charlotte through the hallway towards the living room, but Zayn put his hand on her back before she entered and quietly told her, "He's in his room."

She froze. She at least expected them to be in the same room as Zayn. But apparently that wasn't going to happen. "Oh."

"The door on the right," he directed her.

"Thank you."

Zayn walked into the living room, probably to finish off his painting, while she walked to the door on the right of the hallway.

She prepared herself and knocked twice before opening the door.

Harry was bundled up in comforters, his eyes slightly open and his nose red as a tomato. He was sniffling a few times and she saw the mountain of used tissues beside his bed.