Pinky | Harry Styles

Repeat.

I walked downstairs around mid afternoon and found Anne-Marie making pancakes. They smelled delicious and my stomach rumbled in agreement. The Kitchen tiles felt cold under my bare feet as I plodded towards the island in the middle of the room and sat myself down in one of the two chairs. 

"Want some?" She grinned as she flipped two of them onto a plate. I nodded furiously. She made proper fluffy pancakes that reminded me of America. "Fine. So tell me about last night?" She chuckled as she pulled the plate out of my reach. "I don't need names, just tell me - was it good?" She smirked.

"Yes." I grabbed for the pancakes. It was more than good. Harry certainly knew what he was doing.

"Are you going to see him or her again?" She asked as she relinquished control, my stomach growled gratefully.

 "Uhm... not sure." I replied. I mean honestly, I wanted to, but it wasn't just my decision. I had no idea if "fucking" was something Harry would be up for. You'd think it would be right up most guys street but a few months in and they're suddenly calling every night, wanting to know where you are and who you're with, and turning up at your office in tears because you didn't reply to their heart eyes emoji.

"OK. I hope you do though. This is the happiest I've seen you in months." She smiled, and I felt relieved that she let me finish my food in peace. I was sure she wasn't finished with her detecting though. If Harry agreed to my plan, then maybe I'd put her out of her misery.

I sat on the sofa, my laptop balancing against my crossed legs while I confirmed some arrangements for Anne-Marie's next job. My phone wriggled across the cushion as it buzzed. I smiled when I saw the notification from "Handsome fucker". Before I opened his text, I scrolled to his contact info and changed his name to Dimples. It was ambiguous enough that a stranger wouldn't know who it was if they got into my phone.

Dimples - 16.04: Got your note. Obviously I'd like to repeat. Can you come over tonight?

Dimples - 16.06: We can come up with a plan?

Me - 16.09: Sure. Just let me know when you're home?

...

I got the Uber to drop me off at a pub a few streets away from Harry's house. I'd found it on Google Maps and figured it was a good drop off spot to avoid making it obvious where I was heading. I wandered inside the pub and made my way to the bar.

Me - 23.52: In the pub close by. I'll be there in 5/10 minutes. Didn't want to be too obvious.

I squeezed myself into a space between a group of guys on my left and a couple on my right. I smiled when the barman walked over to me quickly considering how busy it was in here. "Hey there, what can I get you?" He smiled cheerfully.

"Uhm. What Tequila do you have?" I smiled back at him as I scanned the shelves full of bottles behind him.

"If you're just going toshot it I don't think it really matters." He shrugged but one bottle caught my eye.

"Oh. Is that Calle 23 Criollo, could I have that with ice, please?" I pulled out my purse.

"That fucker." He rolled his eyes. "You could do me a favour and buy the whole bottle. My brother convinced me to buy a case of that stuff, apparently some kid in a boy band lives around here and supposedly he's into Tequila and yet it's still sitting on my shelf, who'd have thought it eh?" He chuckled.

"You my friend, have yourself a deal." I grinned.

"Oh. It's okay. I was joking." He waved his hand.