PARTY UP THE STREET - HARRY STYLES (AU)

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P H O E B E

t u e s d a y
8 p m

"I'm just really tired, is all." I mumble. Jack was questioning me why I didn't want to have sex with him.

I was genuinely tired, and I'm not sure whether I was tired because work or Harry's dick last night.

Harry left shortly after, and I tidied up the place and opened a few windows for when Jack got home.

Jack was drunk, climbing into bed with out saying much other than that I looked different.

Probably because I just had the life fucked out of me.

"C'mon." He kissed my neck but I rolled away from him.

"No is no, Jack. Now stop, you're not a fucking dog."

"You're so grumpy at the moment. You know, it's meant to be exciting moving house with your boyfriend." He sighs and sits back on the bed. "And the least you can do is help a guy out, I paid for the majority of this house and you can't even repay me." He tuts, and my jaw drops.

"I won't suck your dicker let you fuck me and you're pissed off at me? Are you fucking for real?" I sat up on the bed.

"Literally the one thing I've asked for." He chuckles.

"And I don't want to do it. That's not the only thing you've asked for, you're asking me to exercise more, to eat less, to drink less. You're on very fucking thin ice right now so I'd just keep my mouth shut if I were you." I spat, grabbing my phone and making my way out the room.

"I didn't mean- I'm sorry." Jack grabs my arm but I pull away.

"Honestly, get yourself off for the night. I'm going out for a bit."

"To where?" He asks.

"For a walk, maybe going to Lolas. Probably that, actually." I say.

"Well, just let me know when you're there." He says and I nod, before leaving the room.

Instead of making my way to Lolas house, I walked to the end of the street, before turning around and coming back towards Harry's house.

I knock on the door and a boy who've I've never met before answers the door.

"Hi?" He looks confused.

"Hi, is Harry there?" I ask.

"Uh, yeah." He says.

"I'm Phoebe, can you get him please?"

"Phoebe... oh, I think I heard you the other day." He smirks and I blush.

"Just get Harry, please."

"Harry!" He shouts, and seconds later Harry comes to the door.

"Phoebe? Are you okay?" Harry looks confused.

"Yeah, ummm," I bit my lip. "Can I stay here? Just for a little bit."

"Yeah, what's wrong? Come in." He lets me walk in and closes the door behind. "Oh, um.." Everyone in the room stares at me. "This is Huxley, Ben, Zayn and Tyrone. This is Phoebe."

"We know." The guy named Huxley answers, a smirk slapped on his face still from when he opened the door.

I laugh, "hey."

"Nice to see you again." Zayn waves.

"Yeah, nice to see you too."

"C'mon." Harry grabs my hand and guides me upstairs to his room. I sit down on his bed, smiling at him.

"No fake smiles. What's up?" Harry states.

"It wasn't a fake smile!" I exclaim.

"Yeah, but you're mad about something I can tell." He says and sits on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

"I don't wanna rant about it because it's.. Jack. And I'm cheating on him, so I'm in the wrong. But he's such a fucking arsehole." I run my hands through my hair.

"How this time?" He pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and index finger.

"Sits there tryna get me to fuck him or help me out when I just didn't want to.. and then gets mad about it? I said no but he carries on trying, guilt tripping me saying how he's paid for the majority of the house and that's the least I can do. He then has the fucking balls to say 'I don't ask for much'," I mock him, "don't ask for much?! He tells me to not drink wine every time I have a glass because it means I'll gain weight, that he's noticed that me going for runs make me less tubby. He didn't buy me a jar of peanut butter when we moved into the house because it's fattening - I will never let this go." I point.

Harry goes to speak, but I cut him off.

"Oh, and the fucking juices! Buying some healthy juices. 'Maybe replace this with wine'." I mock again. "Fuck off. He knows I'm insecure, but never makes me feel good. Only tells me to just exercise or eat less. I'm tired of it, and my friend Lola was right. I don't see any of me in that house." I point my thumb to my house across the road.

I breath once I had finished ranting.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologise. I'm sorry, he makes you feel like that. And that he's the biggest fucking arsehole. You deserve so much more, I've known you a couple of weeks and I know that." He says. "And him persisting to have sex with you when you don't want to... you have permission to knock him the fuck out. If you don't, I will."

I bit the inside of my lip. "Yeah, trust me I will. He deserves a kick in the balls every now and then." I chuckle and so does Harry.

"Sounds like he needs that now." Harry says and crosses his arms over his chest.

I climb up the bed and onto Harry's lap, straddling his thighs. Resting my forehead against his, I mumble a 'thank you'.

"For what?" Harry chuckles.

"Being here, letting me rant." I say. He gives me a side smile.

My lips soon found his, fingers running through his hair - which I found if my favourite place to be.

Trying to shake Jack off my mind, I just couldn't.

"Harry, I'm sorry." I pull away.

"Hm?" He looks confused, hands smoothing up my waist.

"I can't do this tonight. I'm sorry for coming here and getting your hopes up." I go to move off his lap but he stops me.

"Phoebe, that doesn't mean that I don't want you here. Stay." He rests his hands against my thighs.

I rest my forehead against his shoulder, hiding my smile.

"You wanna stay the night?" Harry asks and I move away to look at him.

Biting my lip, I nod.

"Yes."

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