On many occasions, twenty-two year old first class honour candidate and captain of the football team, Harry Styles has been told he could have any woman of his pick.
Ironically, the one woman that caught his eye that enrolment day during the summer...
The rare sun was already perched on his throne the time we reached Manchester, and while I craved bright and warmer weathers, I couldn't think of a much worse time it chose to shine.
My head felt heavy and my eyelids seemed carved from granite.
I couldn't imagine how Harry must be feeling. Granted he stopped drinking more than an hour before we decided to head back, still he knocked back a lot more than I did. We've already made two pit stops so he could grab a cup of coffee both times. I repeated my offer of taking the wheel from him for a few hours, but he was persistent.
I wasn't having it though.
So when he returned from our second detour, piping hot cup in hand, he was forced to take my vacated seat with only a purse of his lips as he found me on the driver's side.
It wasn't an easy feat though, navigating the highway with air swirling inside your head and between the two of us, I'm surprised we managed not to crash his car.
"This is my stop." I said, pulling over the curb.
"Kill the engine. I'll help you with her." He nodded towards Kate. I mumbled a thanks, extremely grateful, going ahead to open the door for him. It was easier when we dropped Lauren off first as she was in a semi-conscious state, even telling me and Harry to fuck off when we made the suggestion of her staying at either one of our houses.
The same couldn't be said for Kate however as it seems she won't be joining the land of the living anytime soon.
Locking after them, I turned around, fumbling a bit. Never have I ever considered the possibility of having Harry in my living room. Seeing him here now, I find it quite astonishing how his mere presence alone can fill out a room simply by standing in it.
"Alanna?"
"Huh?"
He didn't need to tell me anything else, just by the smile he's attempting to stifle, I knew right away, my own ogling gave me away.
"I asked if you have a guest bed?"
"Yeah" I started to make way for the stairs. "Oh, I just remembered. This is a sofa bed" I turned back around just as quick, moving the coffee table a bit out of the way. I refused to look at him, making quick work of the necessary arrangements.
"She actually prefers to sleep here when she's in...this condition."
Harry just chortled, the both of us standing upright as soon as he's got Kate settled comfortably on the bed. I watched him take in my small living room with mild interest – the soft beige walls, the big white clock that occupied an unusual spot, the TV on the far corner, the black-and-white photographs above the fireplace. My heart galloped, curious of his thoughts. It was a silly notion. I definitely wasn't a slob and I didn't need anyone's approval of my house.
But still, I find I'm waiting with a bated breath.
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