Antisocial [h.s]

[thirty-two]

I was kind of calm until a knock sounded on the door and my mind was strangling itself whilst my heart was electrocuting itself. My toenails were still wet so I decided I'd use that as an excuse to cuddle with Perrie and try to think of scenarios where it would be okay.

But then Liam opened the door and Harry walked in and nothing was okay because he was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt and he looked amazing without trying whereas I put on twenty layers of body makeup to cover up the vertical scar on my chest that has fortunately remained unopened for some time. Although it may as well be ripped open soon because fuck, I can hardly think a coherent thought around Harry.

Harry's emerald eyes slightly widened when he caught sight of me but then he chuckled. "I suppose you're wearing Perrie's clothing."

"How'd you guess?" I asked rhetorically as I glanced down at the high-waisted jean shorts, white crop top and the cardigan I was currently wearing.

He shrugged his shoulders with a kind of smirk on his face. "She really couldn't have chosen shorter shorts," he noted and looked at Perrie who I assume was grinning.

"Just wanted to tease you," Perrie replied and I felt my cheeks flush. "Has it worked?"

Harry turned his head away and before Liam could give him hell I stood up, checking my toes which had fortunately dried and then I slipped on socks and converse. I slipped my phone, keys and wallet into my back pocket and waved to my friends. "Yeah, bye, see you later," I rushed and opened the room to the door.

"Be safe!" The three chorused and I flipped them all off and grabbed Harry's hand, tugging him out of the room.

I shut the door behind me and then cursed, my cheeks feeling hot as I attempted to avoid eye contact with Harry.

"They're so annoying sometimes," he chuckled and laced his fingers between mine and gently pulling me closer to him and we walked down the corridor. "But honestly, there isn't anyone better than them."

"I know," I agreed and smiled up at him.

I placed my hand on Harry's stomach which caused him to stop walking and look down at me, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, I stood on my tiptoes and placed my hand on the side of his neck, tugging him down and pressing my lips to his. My eyes closed and I could feel his lips curve into a smile before his hands rested on my hips. I felt his mouth move against mine and my breath was caught in my throat, a burn growing in my stomach, it was a feeling I only felt around Harry.

He was the first to pull away and I lowered myself onto flat feet, breathing slightly irregular. "Hi," I greeted, the corners of my eyes crinkling.

"That was a lovely hello," his hands moved to my lower back and I took a step closer, our fronts touching. "You look beautiful, by the way,'' he kissed my forehead and I sighed, a smalll smile still playing on my lips.

"We should get out of here before Liam and them leave the dorm room and see your hand getting closer and closer to my ass,'' I moved my hands to his shoulders and he lifted his hands away, but a smirk remained on his lips.

"Yeah, we should probably get out of here, I've got a great night planned.''

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"This is not your car, Harry,'' I stared at the grey pickup truck and crossed my arms in disbelif, shaking my head.

"I know, it's Zayn's, he let me borrow it,'' he explained and then opened my door, gesturing for me to climb in, which I did skeptically.

"Why do you have Zayn's truck?" I asked but he shut my door, neglecting to answer which caused my eyes to roll as an instinct. Harry walked over to the other side and opened the driver's door, climbing in and shutting the door. "You're shit with answering questions,'' I pointed out and he smiled, buckling his belt and then eyeing mine, I complied to his silent request and he put the keys in the ignition, rotating them and the engine came alive.