Tongue Tied - Harry Styles AU (on hold)

chapter 17

"Okay. What do you want to talk about?" He asked.

"Are you serious? Well, for starters, the reason you completely flipped in a 30 second time span. What the hell was that all about, Harry?" I whisper the last part, with concern etched on my features.

He shrugs and breaks my gaze.

"Well, basically, I-I always assumed the reason you didn't want to sleep with me was because you were either a virgin - which, no offense, was a long shot - or that you're just extremely reserved." He pauses and turns to gawk at my confused expression before proceeding. "And when I realized that wasn't the case I automatically thought the problem was with me. That it was either I wasn't attractive enough or good enough - physically, or it was because of how fucked up people see me as because of my parents - internally. I assumed it was the latter, since to be frank, I do lack flaws in the looks department."

As his words sink in I can slowly start to decipher his actions, not just early today, but his random outbursts. Maybe it was his parents that caused all this shit by stressing him, I'm guessing. They don't seem like the type though; I don't know about his mom, having never met her before, but at least I don't think Arthur does.

I remember his very collected and kind tone when he introduced himself, and there seemed to be no tension between him and his son whatsoever.

"Say something, don't leave me hanging. It took a lot to admit that, you ass." He whispers with a faint smile on his face.

"Uh, sorry. Okay." I straighten my posture before pointing an accusing finger at him. "You are stupid, so insanely and utterly stupid for thinking such a thing. I've never even met you parents and to be frank I've never even talked to anyone about them either. Your dad doesn't count because I met him for, like, 2 seconds." I add hurriedly before continuing, "Anyways, the reason I didn't want to sleep with you was because you- you're like- you seem like you're the type to commit and want strings attached in a relationship. And I can't give you that, it's unfair for you if I lead you on and have you think I'm emotionally invested in a relationship when I'm not and like-"

"Alex, I have a girlfriend."

"W-what?" My face blanches involuntarily at his words. Why am I so affected by them? I shouldn't care, just as I'm about to correct myself he interrupts.

"I'm kidding." He laughs as I gasp incredulously and slap his arm lightly.

"That wasn't funny." I huff in annoyance.

"It sure was. For someone that doesn't seem to care about me, you sure had quite the reaction.

"Did not." I deadpanned in hopes of him believing my lie.

"You sure did. Admit it Alex. You feel the slightest feeling towards me. Even if you won't admit it to yourself, deep down you know it's there."

"Nope." I answered immediately.

"Liars go to Hell, Alexa." He scolds lightheartedly.

"Lying won't even make it on the list of reasons I'm going to Hell. So you can chill, Pope Francis."

"How dare thou! You're so rude, Alex. So, so rude." He jokes.

His eyes widen indicating he just remembered something. "Wait! Which one of us lost the bet?"

"You. Obviously." I respond straightaway, chipping my nail polish off.

"Nope, I reject that." He points an accusing finger at me. "You practically begged me to kiss you."

"Uh, yeah. After you're all like 'Oh, Alex, I really wanna kiss you blah, blah. Oh my God, have my children,'" I try to imitate his very slow tone and very British accent while making kissing sounds every now and then.

He starts laughing at my imitation. "I do not sound like that."

"I do not sound like that." I mock, yet again.

"Oh, God. And you call me the adolescent." He snickers lightly. "Besides you were on top of me literally two seconds into the kiss. Thus, meaning you fucking enjoyed it more than you can put in words. Deny it all you want, but remember: actions speak louder than words dear, Alexa."

"Whatever, you knob. Let's order Chinese, I'm starving." I retort.

He beams at me, noticing I didn't deny what he had accused me of. "Alright. What movie do you wanna watch while it gets here?"

"Friends With Benefits." I answer. I have been wanting to watch it for a while now, but haven't gotten around to do it with all my assignments and schoolwork.

"Very fitting, Ms. Hill. I have the DVD somewhere in that cabinet," he points at a small cabinet under the enormous TV, I'm almost 99 per cent sure it's pure mahogany. "Put it in while I call the Chinese place a few blocks down."

I sigh, annoyed over the fact that I have to get up from my comfy sitting position. I limp towards his TV, open the cabinet and spot various DVDs, most of them action and comedies. I find the DVD, close the cabinet, and place the disk inside the DVD player.

Just as I'm about to sit down, Harry comes back holding a blanket. "Blanket?"

"Yes, please." I reply, flopping down on his couch.

He immediately sits next to me, spreads the blanket and pulls it up to our chests before wrapping his right arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him. My head falls onto his shoulder, one of my hands on his chest.

I sigh in contentment when he moves his hand to my slightly exposed hip and circling it with the pad of his thumb.

Not that I'll ever have the balls to admit this out loud, but there's no other place I'd rather be right now.

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