My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter Seven-

Harry's POV

"Are you gonna kiss me or what, Styles?" Aubrey questioned me, her words ridiculously slurred. But somehow, I still managed to comprehend them. I pondered this sudden 'request' for a few short moments as we sat in the back seat of my car, my body next to hers, which was lying down on the seat. I looked down at her as my face hovered over hers. My eyes looked down from her big, chocolate brown ones down to her perfectly plump lips. Suddenly I felt my right hand, which was placed on the seat on the other side of her, slowly move up the side of her body until it came into contact with the side of her face. My thumb lightly brushed over her cheek as I got my other hand slightly tangled in her long, dark brown hair, my fingers repeatedly twirling around a particular strand.

The scent of her perfume and the alcohol washed over me, but the two of them seemed to be the perfect combination. I saw her beginning to lift up her left hand, and soon enough, her soft skin of her palm had come into contact with my forearm.

I didn't know what it was about Audrey, but in that moment and in that light, she was all that I could think about. I had always thought she was a beautiful girl, but our hatred towards each other was too consistent for me to be able to notice each time. Now that we weren't attempting to rip at each others feelings, being in her company felt incredulously.. right. Of course I wasn't going to say that to her. Not yet, anyway.

I lightly exhaled as I watched her eyes slowly close, and I dipped my head down closer to hers, our lips only inches apart. I kept my eyes open as my lips slightly grazed against hers. All I could think about was her, and how perfect this night had actually turned out to be.

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Audrey's POV

By the time that Harry and I had actually arrived at the venue of the party, it was already about eight o'clock. I was nervous about a number of things at that moment in time; things that I just couldn't seem the shake off as the two of us sat in the car in complete silence. Harry had parked his car more down the road than others, since he was afraid that it could potentially get damaged by all of the irritating, rowdy and drunken teenagers who were also attending.

First of all, I was incredibly anxious about who was actually going to be at this party. I mean, was I even going to know any of these people? Probably not. They are Harry's "friends", after all. I use the quotation marks with the word, as Harry is convinced that all of these people are his actual friends, and he claims that they are indeed around him because he's a good guy. But it seems that everybody else, other than him, of course, know for a fact that none of these people like his personality. They simply just want to get close to him because of his title. I like to laugh about it a little because I'm around Harry constantly, and we don't even get along. I bet the people he hangs around with, other than his band mates, would kill to be in my position.

The other reason that I'm pretty much petrified about this whole situation is because of this massive lie we're telling. I mean, seriously. It started off as just a plan, and it practically revolved into this massive elephant that's going to be following me around until the truth is revealed. It's going to bother and remind me that I'm lying to two very important people in my life, and that they are eventually going to find out and most likely murder me.

But since I'm here, I guess the only reasonable thing to do is get drunk and party, right? Wrong. I don't plan on touching one single vodka shot or beer bottle. I have to stay on Harry's case and look after him. I have to make sure that he gets home safely and he doesn't make a bad move while he's having "the time of his life with all of his cool friends," as he describes the whole thing. Pfft, yeah right, like being in a world famous boy band isn't enough of a swell time.