My best friend... h.s

20

Bang Bang You're Dead - Dirty Pretty Things

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I could hear Harry chatting quietly to the Uber driver about his career. I kept my eyes closed, the alcohol I had consumed was telling me to keep them shut. My head was in Harry's lap now, despite having fallen asleep on his shoulder. I opened my eyes, looking forward out of the windscreen. I could tell by the narrowness of the streets we were nearly back home. Whether we would go to mine or his I didn't know, but I did know which ever house we would go to I would make sure nothing happened between us. I think that's what killed our relationship last time, and I really didn't want that to happen again. Us getting back together as friends tonight was a complete fluke and I didn't want to have to face that slim chance again. I felt Harry place his hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me awake. I turned and smiled up at him, receiving his famous dimples in return. I put my hand on his jean clad knee to pull myself up. He looked good tonight. His curls had grown out a bit more since I had last seen him, and his face was more defined, making even more attractive which I didn't think was possible. His shirt was unbuttoned to the bottom of his chest, and just above his abdomen, allowing me to see his newly added ink on his skin. He was also wearing his paper plane necklace which was my favourite of his, and rings covered his long fingers. He was more tanned than normal as well, probably due to the tour and the hot foreign countries he had visited. Overall, he looked good. Very good.

A few moments later, the Uber pulled into Harry's driveway, whilst Harry told the driver we were at my house. Still half asleep, I was very confused at my eyes seeing one thing and Harry saying another. Then it clicked that Harry probably didn't want his address to be leaked, so I didn't say any thing and just smiled and thanked the Uber driver. Harry paid him, and left him a large tip, before taking my hand and walking me to his door.

"Mum and Gem are away. They should be home tomorrow night." He said, putting the key in the lock and letting us both in. I just nodded, unsure as to why I needed this information. We walked through his house and stopped at the kitchen so we could both get a bottle of water. Grabbing them both, Harry left the kitchen and went upstairs, with me following behind. Speaking of behind, he had a good arse. Like, really good. Snapping myself out of my thoughts, we turned into Harry's room. It hadn't changed at all, and I felt a bit of nostalgia wash over me, remembering the last time we were in his room. I felt my cheeks redden at the thought. I couldn't believe I had been the girl to cheat on her boyfriend, even if he was cheating at the same time. Harry started rummaging through his drawers before he turned to speak to me.

"Flo, you act like you've never been in my room before. Make yourself at home." He smirked at me.

"I would, but I can't go to sleep in this now can I?" I said, gesturing to my outfit. I smirked back at him, liking the tone of this conversation. It feels like how we used to talk.

"Here. Wear this." He said, chucking one of his shirts at me. "Oh no. It looks as if I've ran out of sweatpants." He said, a cheeky glint present in his eye. I rolled my eyes at him, before taking off my shoes and jacket. I turned to the wall and stripped off my shirt, my back to Harry. I could still feel his eyes on my but the attention didn't feel weird anymore. I slipped his shirt on and took off my bra through my sleeve. With the shirt covering my arse, I took of my trousers, leaving me in a black lace thong. I heard Harry suck in a harsh breath behind me before I turned to face him again. When I looked at him, his eyes seemed glued to where my arse previously was. I cleared my throat so he would finally look at me, and when he did, his cheeks reddened ever so slightly.

"Oh, is the Harry Styles blushing?" I said, circling him whilst he stood there dumbstruck. He coughed and scratched his neck.

"Nope, you must need your eyes checking." He said, now turn to follow my movements around him.