Oops! ➵ h.s a.u

7. Here to take my medicine.

Songs for this chapter:
- Medicine | Harry Styles
- Senorita | Camila Cabello & Shawn Mendes
- What I Like About You | Jonas Blue
- Can't Fall Asleep | Zookeepers & Clara

Chapter seven. 

Time passes fast when you've got something to look forward to and without noticing it's time for me to go home, so I pack up my stuff and leave in a hurry, without saying goodbye to either Lauren or Grayson. 

I push through the front door to my office and are met with the never disappointing British weather: pouring fucking rain. I groan and lift my jacket above my head for protection as I make my way down the busy streets of London and towards the nearest tube. 

When I, twenty minutes later, finally stand in front of my building it has stopped raining. I make my way inside and begin the walk up the many stairs. My legs are sore and my head is tired and I honestly just want to get into a jumper and a pair of fuzzy pants and watch a movie I can fall asleep to. 

I yawn as I reach my apartment and open the door. I put my stuff on the floor and walk into the kitchen, putting the kettle on and preparing a mug. I'm highly absorbed by this tea making that it takes me a full minute to realise the knocking on the door. 

Suddenly, I feel my breath hitch in my throat and my palms are getting sweaty. I walk over to the door and open it; first noticing the black Chelsea boots, then the black ripped jeans, then the grey hoodie and black leather jacket and at last, the piercing green eyes and rosy lips. 

He smiles and my heart flutters at the sight. He runs a hand through his hair and motions for him to get inside, so I move aside and when he brushes past me, I get a big waft of his cologne. I feel dizzy.

After getting his jacket off and boots off, he stands in front of me, puts his arms around my waist and leans down and kisses my cheek, whispering in my ear. "Hey, darling". 

"Hey, you",  I manage to whisper back to him. He smiles and looks me in the eyes and I feel mesmerised by the vibrant green colour in them. I smile back and he seems happy with that. I pull away from him and suddenly realise the way I'm dressed. I look horrible with my relaxed outfit and hair up in a bun. He seems to notice it as well. 

"Nice outfit," he comments and I blush and softly hit him on the shoulder and he breaks out laughing. I chuckle and try to hide my outfit by crossing my arms in front of me. He shakes his head and removes my arms from the front of my jumper. "No, please. I love it, especially those fuzzy pants. Very chic". 

I roll my eyes and laugh and he laughs as well. I walk towards the kitchen and asks if he'd like a cup of tea and he says yes. So we walk to the kitchen and I go to stand in front of the kettle, but a few moment later, I feel Harry's presence behind me and he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder. 

I feel the butterflies in my stomach go insane and all I can do is smile and look him in those deep greens out of the corner of my eye. He smiles at me and puts a gentle kiss on my neck, before standing up and moving to stand beside me, and as soon as he moves, I feel a coldness where his body was just moments ago. 

He runs a hand through his hair and looks content. A small smile is resting on his perfectly rosy lips and his eyes are gentle and warm. I look up at him and his smile widens and a small giggle runs past his lips. 

I smile and raise a brow at him, "what are you laughing at?"

He shakes his head and wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer before leaning in and whispering in my ear; "I'm just thinking about how beautiful you are and how I don't want this moment to end". 

A sad feeling washes over me, as I know what he means. He doesn't want it to end, but it has to. The undeniable truth that has been looming over the both of us can't be ignored much longer and we will both have to face it sooner or later. Elizabeth. 

I smile, but the carefree and fun atmosphere has disappeared and as we look each other in the eyes, we both know why. 

We grab the mugs with tea and move to the couch and then move closer to each other, still with a certain tension, though. 

"What do you want to do?" Harry says, his voice raspy and makes my skin tingle. 

I shrug my shoulders and think for a second. "Want to watch a film or something?"

He nods and we turn on the telly. We end up finding some ridiculous rom-com that neither of us are really following. Every time I look over at Harry, I can tell that he is deep in thought and I can only guess what's on his mind, but instead of starting such a serious conversation, I scoot over and nudge his arm to signal to him to put around me, and he does so. 

I smile as we lay there; on the couch, with a thin blanket covering the both of us, snuggled close to each other, feeling his warm embrace and smelling his strong cologne. 

I feel myself drift off to sleep when suddenly I feel Harry shift under me and I hear him take a deep breath in, as if preparing himself to say something serious. 

"Hey, Ronnie. Do you think maybe we should get to know each other better?" He says and shift from under me, so that he's looking me directly in my eyes and I feel my heart skip a beat. "I mean, up until now, all we've really done is...- sex. Not that that hasn't been great", he winks and a small smirk plays on his lips, "but I want to get to know the person I'm sleeping with, y'know?"

I smile and give him a daring look. "What do you want to know? I'm an open book". 

He ponders for a second, then smiles as if he's come up with the best question ever to be asked. "What's the best sex you've ever had?" He laughs and wiggles his eyebrows. 

I roll my eyes and ready myself to boost his ego. "The sex I had with you," I mumble and his smirk grows even bigger. 

"Is that so?" He asks slyly and bites his lower lip in a way he knows drives me crazy. He leans closer and nudges my nose with his and plants a small kiss on the corner of my mouth. A kiss he knows will leave me wanting more than that. 

"My turn," I say in an attempt at thinking about something other that the feeling of Harry's warm lips against mine. Suddenly, though, the only question I can think about is one that I know will ruin this quite perfect moment, but it's a question that I know I have to ask. "Why are you doing this? You know, this thing with me when you have Elizabeth". 

I can tell that the question catches him off guard, but I know he understands why it had to be asked. He draws in a deep breath, and I can tell he's distancing himself from me, both physically and mentally. But eventually, after a couple of seconds of coming up with an answer, he finally open his mouth and tells me what I've been yearning to hear. 

"Because, I've never met someone like you, and quite frankly I don't think I ever will meet someone who consumes me the way you do".