Tongue Tied - Harry Styles AU (on hold)

chapter 14

"I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck." I mumble the lyrics to yet another 1975 song, swaying to the rhythm of the song while standing behind the cash register at Beatrice's Boutique.

Beatrice is my boss and one of the most sophisticated women I've ever met, she's also a member of the high class Manhattan elite bullcrap; her husband owns one of the biggest telecommunication companies in New York.

The lyrics take my thoughts automatically back to Harry, just like everything else these days. Just thinking about how goddamned attractive he is, the way he moved his body above mine, his lips on every part of me and his moans-Oh God, my thoughts automatically cause my legs to close shut.

It's been four days since the marathon, making today a Thursday; the date is today.

Hopefully he'll be into more than just wine glasses and talking about our parents or the weather, physically of course.

I just know what Harry's like, or what he seems to be like at least, he's the committing kind of guy making him the complete opposite of what I need. But, my body seems to think otherwise as his palatable touch elicits an immediate response from me.

If I want, actually need, this to happen then I need to explain to him I'm not into the whole strings-attached, sappy relationship bullshit. This has to be pure physical.

I need to have the talk with him as soon as possible since thinking about him naked on top of me has become a daily ritual, and to be quite frank treating my arousal discretely is not cutting it.

I need him and I'm getting him, tonight.

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Harry texted me saying he's coming to pick me up at 6 pm sharp, in an hour, saying something about it being vital for us to be there, wherever we're going, on time and that the dress code is casual.

He won't tell me where we're going though, which is such a cliché move; they've done it every Hollywood movie that has ever existed. We're going on a date, one date, I doubt telling me where we're going is going to change how I feel about it all.

I shake my head and try to rid my brain of all the pessimistic thoughts I'm having. I walk towards my closet and pick out a simple outfit; black high-waist shorts, a baby blue sweater. As I'm putting a few coats of mascara on, Harry knocks on the front door indicating his, quite early, arrival.

"Come in." I yell through the modest apartment.

I hear the door open and footsteps coming towards my room, he pushes the door to my room fully open and leans against the doorway smirking bumptiously.

"Hello there, Alexa." The way my name rolls off his tongue alone turns me the fuck on.

"Hey, how are you? Good? Great. Thanks. Let's get outta here." I say, pulling him out of the apartment and onto the streets of New York, where his excuse of a car waits.

I hurriedly make my way to the passenger seat's door, demolishing his chance of opening it for me while grinning widely. We both get into the car after he so-indiscreetly sighs and mumbles 'that's Alex for you'.

"I'm not even going to ask how you knew that that room was my mine." I say whilst crossing my legs as he starts the engine and starts driving.

"Opposites attract; I'm attracted to you." He shrugs.

"You make it hard not to acknowledge that fact, Harry." I roll my eyes. "What happened to staying away from me?"

He pauses for a couple of seconds, thinking of a valid answer.