Niall and I were in a very intense (and enjoyable) make out session when someone knocked on the door.
"Open it," I whispered, reluctantly pulling away from him and closing my eyes.
"You open it."
"No way, you're the man of this relationship - you open it."
"Rock paper scissors?"
I opened my eyes and gave Niall a deadpanned stare. He relented and got off the couch, fixing his shirt and combing his fingers through his hair. I curled a strand of my long, dark hair around my finger as I heard Niall open the door.
"Harry? What's up, man?" Niall greeted, and I furrowed my eyebrows. Why was Harry here?
"Denise told me to meet up here." I heard Harry's husky and low voice reply.
"She did? Oh; well, then come on in. Do you need something to drink?"
"No, thanks."
I sat up on the couch and saw Harry walk in through the door; he was comically much taller than Niall, and when Harry noticed me on the couch, I simply waved my hand and said, "Hey."
"Hi, Jess."
Niall sat back down next to me, leaving his hand to rest comfortably on my knee, and Harry sat across from us.
"So how come Denise told you to come here?" I asked Harry.
"She was in class, and she said that she had to stay for a bit afterwards." Harry explained. "She didn't want me to wait outside for her, so she told me to come here."
I raised an eyebrow. "So she just gave you my address?"
Harry grinned, "Yeah. I plugged the address into a GPS and found this place easily."
"Whoever invented the GPS was a genius." Niall said.
"So, while you're waiting for my sister, you should totally let me paint your toenails."
"Jess," Niall muttered.
Harry shocked both of us by shrugging and leaning back into the couch, his green eyes trained on me. "Sure, go ahead."
"Wait, are you serious?"
"Yeah." He grinned, popping the dimples on his cheeks. "As long as you know what you're doing."
I could've laughed, but I held it back. I figured Harry must've been kidding, so I decided to play along. "Alright then, is red okay? Or would you prefer blue?"
Harry's eyes glinted, "Do you have pink?"
I was really starting to like this guy.
"Yes," I grinned widely. "I have pink. Hold on, I'll go get it."
I left the room and went to my bathroom, rummaging through the cupboard in search for my nail polishes.
"What the hell are you doing?" Niall whispered, suddenly crouched next to me. I giggled.
"The man wants his toenails painted, so I'll paint his toenails."
"I really can't tell if he was joking or not."
"Me neither." I found the bottle of link nail polish and winke at Niall. "I guess I'll find out."
"I'm going to take a shower." Niall shook his head at me as I left the room.
I found Harry holding a framed photo when I came back into the living room. I stopped and raised an eyebrow. He didn't jump or look ashamed when he saw me standing there; he simply raised an eyebrow and turned the photo so I could see. It was a picture of me and Niall on a date. I couldn't remember what was so special about that date, but we decided to take a photo, and it looked really cool so we kept it.
"Don't we look good," I joked as I held up the nail polish. "Found the pink."
"You had blonde hair in this photo." Harry observed aloud as he set it down.
"Blonde highlights," I corrected and motioned for him to sit on the couch. "And I hated them. I'll never do blonde again."
Harry stared at me for a few moments and nodded his head, "Yeah, blonde really doesn't suit you."
Uh, okay?
I forced a smile and sat on the couch, patting my knee. "Sit down, Sir."
I was waiting for him to chuckle and admit that he was only joking. But instead, Harry asked me what time it was.
"It's a quarter past 6," I said.
"Oh, then I've got to go."
"Wait, what? I thought you were waiting for my sister?"
"I was, but she's probably out by now." Harry said absentmindedly as he raked his fingers through his dark curls, letting his eyes take through my apartment. I saw his gaze look at a line of photos on the wall of me and Niall. What could I say? Niall and I liked taking pictures together. We liked to capture the moment.
"Oh, alright then." I said. "Thanks for stopping by, I guess. Maybe I can paint your toenails next time?"
"Yeah." He grinned over at me. "Maybe."
