Tongue Tied - Harry Styles AU (on hold)

chapter 10

I dart towards the elevator as fast as my legs can carry me. I anxiously call the elevator down, praying Harry isn't going to go all Mr. Macho on me and follow me down to the lobby. I get into the elevator as soon as it arrives, pressing the buttons repeatedly in hopes the doors close faster, as they're closing I hear Harry's footsteps.

I back up into the elevator, my back hitting the elevator's wall as the elevator door closes. I try my best to push back the memories Harry revived by his words, it takes me a while to realize my blurry vision, verified by the tears going down my cheeks, causing me to hug my coat closer around me.

I spend the whole ride back to home in the cab with silent tears streaming down my face; the cab driver realizes my sniffles but decides not to say anything, which I'm grateful for. I reach my apartment complex and make my way hastily to my floor, unlocking the door and praying Leah isn't home. I'm not in the mood of her version of 21 questions, at all.

I decide on taking a nap once I notice Leah isn't home; I make my way to the my bedroom and start taking my clothes off and putting an oversized t-shirt over my head. I hear frantic knocking on the front door, knowing it's Leah. I make my way hurriedly to the door in just the oversized shirt. The knocking resumes until I pull the door completely open.

"What the hell, Le-" I stop midsentence; the person in front of me is definitely not Leah.

"Uh, hey." Harry says nervously. "Alex-"

His eyes widen as they rack my bare legs before taking in my tear-stained cheeks, which causes his facial expression to change from tranquil to somewhat dejected. I instantly try to cover as much as I can from my body by pulling the shirt lower. He takes a few steps towards me, causing me to back up into the living room.

"Um, were you crying?" He questions softly. "What happened?"

I don't understand, I really don't. Is he okay? I don't know whether Harry is genuinely gullible or he's just faking it. Well, two can play at that game.

I wipe under my eyes and muster the most believable smile on my face. "I'm fine." I chirp too enthusiastically. "Wait, uh, here. I need to go put something on."

I quickly walk to my bedroom, put on a pair of yoga pants and tank top and then make my way to the bathroom to remove my make up and fix myself up a bit. When I'm done, I make my way back to the living room noticing Harry sat with his elbows resting on his knees fumbling with his fingers.

"Why'd you come here?" I ask as neutrally as I can.

"Uh, I-" He pauses uneasily. "I actually don't know. Are you sure you're, like, okay? I mean you left kind of upset."

Award for most observant person goes to Harry, congratulations, dipśhit.

I smile as wide as I can. "I'm fine, really. I was just in a hurry, I have somewhere to be later tonight."

You lying little śhit, you're spending the night in bed watching Netflix, my subconscious recaps.

"Oh, okay."

There's a few seconds of silence before he speaks up again.

"Where are you going?"

"Out. Out for dinner."

"I see."

We fall silent once again, with me still standing a few feet away from him awkwardly.

"Are you like, uh, seeing anyone?" He suddenly gets up off my couch. "Never mind. Don't answer that. Uh, I'll just go now. I'll see you in Psych tomorrow."

He makes his way out of my apartment within two seconds, not giving me enough time to respond to his abrupt reaction. I lock the door behind him, bafflement still apparent on my face, and make my way my bedroom hoping a nap will help relax my muscles and keep my mind off the things Harry brought back with his words.

Just as I'm about to doze off, incessant ringing startles me and causes me to reach out and grab my phone swiping across the screen and picking up without checking the caller ID.

"Whoever you are, I hate you." I state groggily. "There's a special place in hell for people like you."

"Well hello to you, too, Alexa." Wesley laughs at the other end. "Did I wake thou up?"

"We get you're a literature major, you're not obliged to speak Shakespearian to prove it." I retort with a smirk fighting its way to my lips.

"Thou droning dizzy-eyed scullion!" He says dramatically, causing me to burst out laughing, taking a few seconds to calm down.

"Good God, you're such a dork."

"A dork that's inviting you to dinner at his place with a few friends on Wednesday, which is after tomorrow, since you know, you don't really keep up with dates."

"What's in it for me?"

"Enjoyable company and extravagant food, I'm making your favorite: Thai Peanut Risotto."

"You're the best. Count me in." I say eagerly.

"All right, see you." He chuckles at my reaction before the line goes dead.

I went back to laying position in bed and my mind travelled back to Harry. I don't know how I feel about him-us. Are we friends? Or are we just classmates? It's weird because sometimes he's so thoughtful, sweet and I prefer being around him more than most my friends, then other times he's so rude I just want to drown him. It's bittersweet, I guess. I sigh and turn the TV on, choosing Skins on Netflix.

Long live Netflix and its creators.

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a/n

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