red white and blue// harry styles

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A light laughter escapes my lips, "I was gonna throw a sweatshirt on, but I don't know..." Harry Looks a me with a brow cocked. "This happens. When I drink, one minute i'm hot the next i'm cold." I explain while his emerald eyes pick up my words.

"So, this is your room?" I give him a slow nod, "Cute." His eyes linger on the details of my room. The room is small filled with a king size bed, and a shelving unit with a television placed on top. To the side is my closet it has a small dresser in it to fit my under garments along with the rack full of hung clothes. He strides over and takes a seat on my bed, continuing to look around. "This is a big bed you got here, takes up most of the room. You know you could get a smaller one and have more floor space." He explains while laying back on the blankets.

"What are you an interior designer? Is that what you play?" I question, humorously. Letting out a small chuckle, he shrugs his shoulders, allowing a grin to plaster his face. His eyes dare to travel from my eyes to my lips, to my body, then back up.

His rough finger tips move to my arm, his touch brings a burning sensation to my skin. Continuing to graze as he talks, "I was thinking... I'm already quite plastered and I don't think it'd be good to drive all the way home..." He trails off as his fingers still trace my arm, "Where can I stay? If that's okay with you, me staying?" I don't know if it's his level of voice, or the way his fingers move along my skin, or just his good looks but I grow with goosebumps.

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod my head, "You can just find an empty spot to crash. Anywhere you can fit, there's an upstairs, too. We don't use it but there is my old bed up there for these kinda things..." My eyes meet his as he takes my hand and starts playing with my finger tips, "We have extra blankets and stuff but not many people sleep up there because it's so, uh, empty."

"I guess we'll just see where I land then, I guess." He tells me as his dimples deepen. "Let's go outside, yeah? They are probably thinking we are in here getting it off by now." My cheeks blush at his works while he laughs the off.

Outside the music is blasting and many people are dancing or shouting along to the lyrics. As before, Sam and Kayla are both right on the side of Harry's arm. They are following him around like little puppies, it's beyond annoying.

I make my way back to Kenna as soon as I can. "Dude, Harry is sexy as fuck. I was just talking to him inside and he had his fingers trailing all on my arm. I froze. I didn't even know what to do!"

Kenna looks at me with wide eyes, "What! Oh my God! Get it he's so hot!"

I let out a heavy breathe and roll my eyes dramatically. The smile on my face has not disappeared. It has only deepened along with the heat rising in my body thinking about his fingers on my skin. The fire from his skin on mine was new and foreign but wonderful all at the same time.

Throughout the entire night I catch myself looking for Harry. He is hanging around in a big group that includes Sam Kayla and Lyla until he breaks away and goes into the house. I quickly whisper in Kenna's ear and tell her where I am going, before I make my way into the house.

When I walk in there are a few people in the house playing songs on the speakers in the living room. I find Harry sitting at the kitchen island on his phone. Already there are bodies littered on the couches sleeping through the music. I casually make myself another drink. I don't want it to look like I came into the house to follow him.

"Look at you going for another. Little miss alcoholic, huh?" The green of his eyes darken sending a shiver down my spine as he smirks.

"Only on occasion," I slyly wink, surprising myself.

"I'm in the mood to play beer pong, what about you?"

I hate beer. I gag every time I take one sip and need a chaser. I'd rather drink any other alcohol straight. However, I'm not passing up an opportunity to spend some time alone with harry is that's what he's got in mind. "I'm down," I reply as calmly as I can, "Tables and cups are in the basement, follow me." I get up grabbing a few beers then head down stairs.

"Why does this basement look like it would be a cellar for the zombie apocalypse?" An incredibly attractive laughter fills my ears.

"Probably because it could be," I snort.

"Did you just," he's cut off by his own laughter, "did you just snort?" Laughter is prominent in every breathe he takes.

"Yes, I did, don't judge me!" I try to be as serious as I can, "Can we just play already?"

Soon we get the cups set up and get our beers open. Harry does first and makes it. Next, it's my turn and of course, I miss. Harry's giggles are short and cute because of all the alcohol he's consumed. I huff and bring the can to my lips forcing myself to swallow a gulp. Once it's down I pull away gagging, "So gross I don't know how you do it!"

"Why didn't you just get a different drink instead of beer?"

"It's beer pong...duh?" I say unsure of myself. Harry chuckles and hurry's to grab me a mixed drink, taking my deer and downing it.

The rest of the game was spent talking. We talked about going to concerts, school, cars, and past experiences. After a while I'm starting to grow tired of the game and I think Harry is, too.

"Wanna keep going or do you care if I bail out?" He questions, the sleep creeping into his voice.

I yawn, "I'm getting pretty tired so I'm good if you are." He nods following me to the main level, back into my room, "If you want to sleep in the bed upstairs you'll have privacy if you want to that is. I'll get you a good pillow from off my bed if so."

"Upstairs sounds good."

I head up the stairs, Harry following right behind, "Here's the bed and," I pull a few blankets out of the closet, handing them to him. "here are your blankets." He mumbles a quick 'thank you' then I make my way out the bedroom door.

"Wait, Kendall," I turn back around to look at him, "want to turn the lights off and read me a bed time story?"