102; harry styles (hiatus)

0.3.

Fuck you, Louis Tomlinson. I'm the only one allow to call myself a bitch. I'm so tired of this shit. I wish he would come back so I could tell him to fuck off.

He's not that hot, anyways... 

Who the fuck am I lying to? He's fucking handsome.

I close my eyes as I rest my back against the door, taking a deep and refreshing sigh. I'm so confused; did I kiss him? Or did he kiss me? Does he feel something for me? Do I feel something for him? Does it matter? Well, that last one is pretty obvious.

Just as my brain begins to question thousand and thousand of things, someone knocks on my door. To be honest, I don't want to see nor talk to anybody.

The annoying sound keeps going on and on, so when I'm finally tired of it, I open the door; hoping is not Louis.

"Harry?" I ask, frowning.

I wasn't expecting him. I mean, he left some minutes ago and now he's back?

"That's me. Uhm, it's everything alright?" I fight back a smile, he's so sweet, he came to see if I'm alright.

I nod, even though nothing is okay and I'm feeling like shit right now and my blood is running really fast and I feel those awful butterflies on my stomach and my head feels like a tornado. But I'm fine, though. I'm totally fine.

He seems to notice, "Why are you lying?" I stare at his beautiful features as a little frown appears on his forehead.

"Because I thought you wouldn't care?" I state, knowing that's how most people is like.

"I do care, you know?" I doubt it. When he sees that I'm not going to reply, he offers me his hand. "Want some tea?"

Huh?

"That was unexpected," I let out a chuckle as he smiles in a sweet way.

"Tea is the best solution for sadness, Lola." He replies as he grabs my hand.

Just when I'm about to tell him that he's wrong because I'm not sad, he practically drags me into his apartment.

"Wait! I didn't even say yes!" I know it's useless to say that when I'm already standing in the middle of his living room but at least, I've tried.

"I took your silence as an affirmation," He suddenly stops on his track, which causes my body to collide against his back.

"Ouch." I say, stepping back. Oh, a nice back is what I'm seeing over there.

He turns around to face me. And a nice face.

"I think I ran out of sugar..." He confesses, shaking his head.

"What?" I ask, laughing out loud.

"I don't have sugar, do you have some?" I nod, turning around.

When I'm in my apartment again, I take some sugar and I put it inside of a jar. Before I leave, I go to my bedroom and I open the first drawer.

Exactly what I was looking for.

I take some and save them in my pocket. I really need one, I don't care if Harry doesn't want; I need to.

After a minute, I'm back at Harry's place.

"I've found sugar!" I hand him the jar when I spot him in the kitchen. He smiles, thanking me. "Do you need help?" He shakes his head, concentrated. "You have a mouth, you know?" He rolls his eyes and I decide to head to the living room. I sit on his couch. This is so odd.

Harry comes back holding two cups of tea.

He takes a sit beside me. "How much sugar?"

"Three is fine," I reply as he adds three spoons of sugar.