P H O E B E
m o n d a y
4 : 3 0 p m"Hello." Harry says. His voice was so deep. And it definitely wasn't the drugs and alcohol that made his lips that plump and pink.
"What are you doing here?" I look around him to make sure there was no one behind him ready to throw eggs at the house.
I take note of the flowers in his hands and furrow my eyebrows.
"I wanted to apologise. We hadn't welcomed you into the neighbourhood in a good way... at all. And I'm sorry. So here." He hands me the flowers and I hesitate to take them.
"Uh- thank you." My eyebrows are still furrowed. I realised I still had the half eaten apple in my hand and I awkwardly smiled.
"Was the meeting okay?" He asked.
"How'd you remember that?" I ask.
He shrugs. "Good memory."
"Yeah, for a guy on drugs." I say.
"I wasn't on drugs." He exclaims.
"Your eyes say different."
He smirks. That damn smirk. "You're funny." His hands are behind his back, black t shirt clung to his chest and right skinny jeans. A gold cross necklace hung from his neck and his fingers scattered in rings. His hair looks soft and fluffy, compared to it being damp from sweat last night.
"I know." I agree.
"You live here with your husband?" He asks.
I chuckle. "You think I'm that old to be married?"
"Just a question."
"No. He's my boyfriend." I answer.
"So how old are you?" Harry asks, and I wonder if he's ever going to leave my doorstep.
"A question you should never ask a lady." I put the flowers down on the windowsill.
"I'll guess then."
"No! Don't do that. I'd rather not be offended." I cut him off. "I'm 25."
"Oh. You look younger."
"Not sure if that's a compliment." I say.
"It is. What's your name?" He bit his lip and I almost fall.
"You ask a lot of questions." I laugh. "It's Phoebe."
"You gonna eat that?" Harry nods his head forward to my apple and I lift my hand up to look at it, even though I knew what was there.
"Why? Do you want it?" I say sarcastically.
"Sure." He grabs it from my hand and takes a bite from it, turning away.
"Uh.."
"I'll see you around." He waves, proceeding to cockily eat the apple as he walks away.
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PARTY UP THE STREET - HARRY STYLES (AU)
Fanfiction'party up the street and you know what happens after dark' Phoebe meets Harry, the boy from the party up the street. That's where the sexual tension starts.