Fervor.

ten.

This isn't edited so I'm very sorry about that

Vanessa's POV

The next day seems to drag on forever, my thoughts running wild with last night's incident. Fortunately for me, Amy wasn't there. I feel like a complete ass for being grateful for that. But after what happened last night, I don't think I can handle Harry and her chatting like a high school couple.

Harry on the other hand, was very calm. He's pretending nothing had happened, and continues teasing me, while switching his persona. I know he does it on purpose, and I've yet to ask him about it. Today, I found the perfect opportunity.

While I'm watching TV, I can hear Harry talking to his friend on facetime in my room -- apparently the television is too loud -- and much to my surprise, he sounds like a different person.

For starters, his laugh booms throughout the apartment nearly every 30 seconds. He also cusses every once in a while, and most importantly, he is carefree and nothing like the way he acts around me at all.

Sure, he's been friendly with me, but not in the way I hear him as I eavesdrop on the conversation.

"No fucking way," he says between laughs, "mate, I gotta tell you that's crazy!"

I go back to munching on chips and watching my show; because I can't hear what the other person is saying, which makes my non-permissioned listening equally boring and pointless.

After a few minutes, he shows up back in the living room with the widest grin on his face, and tears in the corners of his eyes. Because of all the laughter, I assume. He wipes his eyes with the heels of his hands as he sighs and chuckles once more before plopping down beside me on the couch.

"You're in a good mood," I acknowledge.

"Yeah," the smile never leaves his face as he grabs the remote from my hand and switches the channel, earning a glare from me.

"How come you never talk to me like that?" I ask, taking my chance

"Vanessa, I have no clue what you're talking about," his eyes remain on the screen

I roll my eyes, "Don’t act stupid, you fully know what I'm talking about,"

He glances at me, humor in his eyes, "Be specific."

"You know," I say "You were so relaxed and carefree talking to that guy. When you're with me, you seem to hold back. And sometimes you do that snobby personality."

He mutes the TV and turns his body to face me, and I can practically feel the cheeriness in his mood radiating off of him "hmmm," he says and taps his chin "I am not quite sure what you are trying to say Ms. Philips," he says, tone full of the aura I'm talking about

"Harry," I snap "stop it."

He laughs at that, I mean really laughs. And I’m irritated.

"Tell me," I press.

After collecting his breath and sitting back up, he lifts one shoulder, "I guess I only talk in the ‘carefree’ way you speak of, with my friends."

I blink at him "We're friends..." I trail off feeling embarrassed; did he not think we're friends?

He cocks his brow,"It didn't seem like we were friends last night," his expression is smug and my cheeks flush. He didn't bring that up all day, and now he does wearing the silliest grin I've ever seen.

"Harry we said we'd forget about that. And didn't you say you want to be friends?" my voice is quiet

He nods, "Yeah, exactly. I want to be friends.” he pauses for a second, “I mean, we're not that close yet Vanessa. You can't just expect me treat you like I treat my mates that I've known for years. But we'll get to that. Don't worry," he assures me, as if I need it.