PARTY UP THE STREET - HARRY STYLES (AU)

10

P H O E B E

t u e s d a y
1 0 p m

I didn't expect to see myself walking up Harry's, and who ever else lives here, driveway today. But here I am.

After sending Harry a quick text, he comes down and opens the door.

"Hey." His eyes run up and down my body.

Once again, I wasn't dressed my best. Black cycling shorts and a slouchy grey v neck tee. Yet Harry seems to be biting his lip ever so seductively.

"Hi." I say shyly.

"Come in." I walk in as Harry widens his door.

"Your friends won't see me, right?" I worry that they'll tell Jack.

"No, they're in their room." Harry guides me to his room.

The house was simple, and cluttered. But not dirty.

"This is my room." He opens his door and I take in my surroundings. It was cosy and tidy, which surprised me. The walls were white, beige carpeted floors, brown and creme coloured blankets over his bed.

"Cute." I look around. Everything was in its place, his clothes hanging in his wardrobe, clothes folded neatly. His desk had a pot of stationary, plants and his work neatly stashed.

Best of all, it smelt like him.

I took my shoes off, and sat on his bed. "Never thought I'd be in here."

"Never thought you'd kiss me the other day, but I guess we're both full of surprises." He smirks, sitting on the end of his bed. I crossed my legs and sat in the middle of his bed. "I didn't think you'd come over tonight, either."

I shrug. "It's not like I enjoy being round Jack at the moment."

"No?" He asks. Harry had on black shorts and a yellow t shirt, suiting his tanned complexion very well.

"It's complicated."

"Tell me." Harry's dead serious as he looks at me.

Sighing, I sit back. "He's just very particular, and at first I loved that. But now I realise he's being very particular about.. me?" I say, sounding confused at my own sentence.

"What do you mean?"

"I just don't get an opinion in much, which I find frustrating. But what I find more annoying is the small comments. About my weight-"

"Weight?" Harry looks confused.

"I'm rambling. It doesn't matter."

"You're not, and it does matter."

I smile to myself.

"He just mentions what I should and shouldn't eat, and that I drink too much wine. And if I ever say how shit I feel about myself... he basically agrees with me and tells me what to do to loose weight and feel better." I ramble.

"That's vile." Harry looks at me with pity.

"Don't pity please, I didn't come here for that." I wave him off, chuckling.

Harry stares at me for a bit longer, licking his bottom lip.

A blink of an eye and our lips were together, meeting halfway on the bed.

My hand went straight to his hair, running the smoothness through my fingers and lightly tugging whilst his hands take ahold of my hips and pull me closer. His large hands smooth over my skin, pulling me into his lap and I rest my knees either side of his hips.