Blinded by You

Chapter Eighteen- Woah

Song:

Arctic Monkeys- Do I Wanna Know?

The Pretty Reckless- Heaven Knows

One Republic- Love Runs Out

Ed Sheeran- Photograph/One

I awkwardly smiled in Dan's direction and was oddly thankful I couldn't see the tension coming to fruition.

"He's gone," Harry whispered.

"What's wrong?" I was beginning to get annoyed.

"He totally wants to do you."

"Harry, like in said, Dan is harmless. He's worked here for a while and become a good family friend."

"Okay, Ellen. Be naive." Scooting a few inches away from him, I sipped on the wine Dan had brought us.

"Rather be naive than an ass." That was probably the meanest thing I'd ever said about him. Other than he needed a haircut every once in a while when Blakely told me it was getting long. I was just calling it like I saw it. The rest of dinner was quiet and you could've cut the tension between us like a cheesecake. Knowing the both of us had a generous amount of the wine, I remained quiet. Walking back to the car, it may have been 34 outside, but between Harry and I, it felt like -20. Fucking cold, man. The drive back home was worse. Feeling the car finally come to a stop, I assumed it was in my driveway.

"Harry?" I trilled. "Wanna hear a joke?"

"Sure," he replied flatly.

"A drunk person, a blind drunk person, and a jealous drunk person walk into a bar."

"Ellen."

"Yes, Harold?"

"That was a great joke."

"You were the jealous drunk person."

"Dan was creeping on you."

"He was not."

"Yes, he was. It was making even me uncomfortable!" Harry's voice raised and I oddly didn't feel scared.

"Whatever, Harry. If you're going to be a cliché and tell me to stay away from him, I will," I sighed, yelling back and rolling my eyes.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Fine."

"Fine," I mocked, throwing my door open and stepping into the cold air. "Great date, Styles!" Trying to find my way to the front door without falling, I successfully made it... Only falling twice. Trying to find my keys in my mess of a purse, I felt someone grab my arm.

"I swear to God, if you're trying to rob me, I don't have shit with me and I'll do my best to kick your ass.," I snapped meanly. They turned me around and I soon felt a pair of lips meet mine. Obviously it was Harry. No one was trying to rob me. What the fuck. Dropping my purse, my hands immediately entangled into Harry's soft, curly hair and our bodies pressed closer together. His warm breath fanned against my neck under my scarf as he pulled it off my neck, replacing it with hungry kisses. My full weight was pressed against the door and my legs wrapped around his waist. No, I'm not a slut. We were just making out. Well, I mean, obviously if he wanted to have sex, I'd be like hell yes. Suddenly, I was falling backward.

"Well, well," Ashton's familiar voice chuckled. Fuck.

"Um, we were just-" I couldn't find the words. Harry helped me stand and I brushed off my peacoat along with my jeans.

"No need to explain little sister. Mom and dad left for Florida already, I'm headed out," he laughed. "Oh, and I'm glad we went to Victoria's Secret." My cheeks were on fire.