Dirty Little Secret| H.S | Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Four

Cara James

I put my keys on the table as always and took my shoes off, leaving them by the door watching as Harry took his off too.  I looked on as he put his own keys next to mine and couldn't help but think that if we had worked out we could have been living like this.  Our keys laying side by side along with our shoes together.

I quickly rid myself of those thoughts and made my way through to the living room and sighed and motioned for him to take a seat.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked quietly as he sat down on the sofa, he looked up at me and sat up a little.

"Um, sure. What do you have?" He said and I thought and realised I have no idea. I moved through to the kitchen and looked through the cupboards and the fridge. I don't have much of anything actually.

"I have beer, white wine, vodka, tequila, water, milk or orange juice!" I called through to the living room.

"Beer is great thanks." He said from right behind me, causing me to jump and turn around. 

"You gave me the fright of my life..." I said with my hand on my chest, feeling my heart ready to beat right out of my chest.  He let out a small laugh and I couldn't help but admire how his eyes crinkled and his dimple popped out.

Still as beautiful as ever.

I turned around and got a beer out of the fridge for him, popping the cap of and handing it to him, making sure our hands didn't touch at all.  I know if he touches me again I would melt in his arms and I don't want to get hurt again.

He said a small thank you and I moved around him to get a glass out and the bottle of vodka I keep for emergencies like these. I poured the vodka into the glass only leaving enough room for some ice cubes I quickly got out of the freezer and into my glass.

I bring the glass to my lips and quickly drink half of the straight vodka and let out a small sigh oh relief already feeling some of the nerves I have about the situation I have found myself in slip away.

"Your apartment is..."

"It's not much but I like it." I said quickly not wanting him to make a comment about how small it is. He smiled and shook his head bringing his beer bottle to his lips.

"If you let me finish, I was going to say it's so perfectly you." He said and I raised my eyebrows at him, crossing my arms over my chest but no longer in the way I would to hold myself together. This time it was in the manner of the sassy, vodka drinking queen.

"And what would you know what perfectly me looked like?" I replied.  He let out the most gorgeous sound that I missed more than anything, he laughed.

"Okay, I deserved that one.  You've certainly found a sadly little attitude in the past year."  He said with a smirk as he leaned back against the counter making me raise my eyebrows at him, seriously if I raise them any further they will be on the wall.

"That's what happens when you lose your best friend, get fucked over by the man you loved and thought loved you and had absolutely nobody to fight your corner.  You learn to do it yourself."  I said in a matter of fact tone as I passed him and went back into the living room with my glass in hand.