Tongue Tied - Harry Styles AU (on hold)

chapter 13

"How long have you been training for the marathon?" Wesley asks me as he dips his tortilla chip into his homemade salsa.

"Train? You don't need to practise, you just run." I roll my eyes and continue to help Leah with her outfit for Ke$ha's concert she's attending with her lover-boy, Noel.

"Of course you do. This is the first time you participate, of course you wouldn't know." Wesley loves rubbing his talent in my face.

We've been sitting in Wesley's living room on a Sunday night, enjoying one another's company. I love it when it's just us, hanging out, without everybody else.

I hear a buzz and Wesley abruptly gets up, "That must be Harry!"

"You invited him?" I'm shocked he included him during our chill night.

"Don't be so rude, Alexa." Leah demonstrates the most unsatisfying look and slaps my thigh.

"I just thought it was, you know, just us."

Wesley returns and responds, "Harry and I are really close."

"But don't you love us?" I point at Leah and I.

"Of course I do, but have you realized I'm the only guy here?"

"So?" I retort as I glue some glitter over the ripped white shirt I've designed for Leah.

"So, sometimes it gets weird when you talk about periods and planning your next Brazilian wax." He shrugs.

"You could always join us, you know." I suggest although I know he would never wax his pubes.

The front door is opened, and I immediately undo my bun, and shake my hair before Harry enters the living room.

"I'm here!" he smiles broadly, and walks over to the bowl of chips on the coffee table to pick up one and eats it.

He kicks off his boots, sits down on the couch and relaxes his legs onto the coffee table. His smile never fades, and his presence exudes nothing but joy and amusement.

"Someone's really happy tonight," Wes points out, "Care to share?"

"Can't a lad just be happy?"

"Lad? Like, a ladder?" Leah asks, all joking aside.

"A guy," Harry corrects with a straight face, looks away, and continues to smile, "anyway, I'm just in a good mood."

"You're invited to our Sunday chill night, a very exclusive event, the least you could do is tell us." I point out.

"Oh, Alexa, I don't care." He crinkles his nose like as if he's talking to a child, which is quite displeasing.

"Whatever." I look back down at Leah's fishnet stockings and begin to rip particular sections with my hands.

"Whatever." He mocks.

"Are you prepared for the marathon?" Wesley asks, trying to change the topic, since he is aware of the hurtful facial expression on my face.

"Yeah, I think we both are with l the training we've been doing. Are you two girls going?"

"I'm not, Noel is taking me out, and he says it's a surprise." Leah giddily smiles to herself.

"Are you?" He looks over at me.

"I am."

"Have you trained?" He asks almost immediately after I respond to his initial question, like as if he's interrogating me. I suddenly envision him in a cop uniform, stripping off in front of me.