London Eye

Chapter 8: Dreaded Nickname

"I can... uh.. teach you.. if you want..." Harry stuttered nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"You would do that?"

"Yeah.. if you want."

"Uh... sure Harry... Just not today. I'm so tired and I havent slept since Wednesday night."

"Ok. I need some sleep too." I crawled underneath the covers and Harry crawled next to me. A shiver took over my body and Harry noticed because he wrapped his arms around me.

We both slowly drifted asleep. In each other's arms. Underneath the warm blankets. Just there. Together.

(...)

I woke up at 3:00 pm sunday morning and Harry was still asleep.

I checked my phone.

15 missed calls from; Nialler ❤

"Shit." I said to myself and quickly rushed out of bed. I threw on my sweats and pajama crop top and went downstairs. I went in a room with a doorway but no door.

I called Niall back.

"H-"

"Where the hell have you been? I was expecting you back early like 11 instead you're at Harry's until 3?! Did you have sex with Harry?!" Niall cut me off.

"I didn't have sex with Harry!!!"

He's going to teach me how to have sex with him, I thought.

"I'm sorry. I was so tired I just slept in." I said.

Niall sighed.

"Just be home before 7." He said.

"Thanks Nialler! Love you." I said.

"Love you too. Bye." He said and hung up. I turned to walk out the doorway and gasped because Harry was leaning against the door frame, shirtless. I bit my lip unintentionally.

"Niall?" He asked.

"Uh yeah." I said snapping out of my daze. "I can stay until 7."

Harry smiled and brought me into a hug. I took in his scent and hugged back.

"You wanna watch movies upstairs?" He asked looking down at me into my green eyes. I looked up at him.

"Yes!" I said. He chuckled a bit and we went upstairs.

We sat on the couch. Harry put his arm around me and I snuggled up into him.

We watched a few movies but I didnt really pay attention to them. I was paying attention to the handsome boy sitting next to me.

I sighed once the last movie was over.

"Harry... it's 6:45... I think you should drop me off..." I said not wanting to leave.

"Nooo..." he dragged the word out and wrapped both his arms around me. "Don't go violette."

For a moment I wanted to stay and give in but Niall would get mad.

"Harry..." I trailed off, "Niall is going to get mad if I stay any longer..."

"But Violette!" He hugged me tighter.

"Harry... we can hang out tomorrow ok?"

Harry let out a loud groan of frustration.

"Promise?" He pouted.

"Promise." I messed up his hair.

Harry got dressed and so did I and we got in his car.

(...)

"Do you want to get some starbucks before I drop you off?" Harry asked on the drive.

"Sure, but I'm paying for mine." I said.

We ordered our drinks and drove to the window. I gave Harry some money for my drink but he turned it down and payed for both of our drinks.

"Harry! I told you I was going to pay!" I glared at him after he got his credit card back.

"Calm down Vi. Its just a coffee." He said as he handed me my drink. I dreaded that nickname... Vi. My father used to call me Vi. I hated that nickname now. I froze and just sat in my seat not moving as Harry gave me a confused look as he drove off.

"Violette? What's wrong?" He asked concerned.

"Vi... My father used to call me that.."

"You don't like it? What happened? Do you want to tell me about it?" I shook me head no quickly. I sipped on my carmel frappicino, looked out the window and didnt talk the rest of the way to my house.

Harry finally pulled up to my house.

I stepped to get out the car but Harry grabbed me.

"No goodbye?" He looked at me with sad eyes.

"Sorry Harry." I leaned over to him and hugged him.

"Goodbye see you tomorrow?" Harry wispered in my ear.

"Yeah." I squeezed him tighter and closed my eyes. "Text me later." I said and kissed his cheek before going into the house.