Isn't he beautiful, like ugh how can one be so handsome and perfect. ~tags~
117. The Hamptons.
“Bill really likes you,” he whispered.
“He is a nice guy,” you said, preparing his bed.
“You said that multiple times.”
“I mean, I am willing to give him a chance. We talked about this before, there is nothing standing between me and him, is there? Or has that changed?”
You stood straight, staring at him.
“I. . . No, it hasn’t changed.”
116. The Hamptons.
“Thank you for this, by the way,” you said. “We don’t have one of these fancy guest room, but I have taken endless naps on the couch and it’s comfortable.”
“Oh, you don’t have to. . . I mean I can go home.”
“You said it yourself, your mother locked you out.”
“I’ll grab you some covers and a pillow.”
115. The Hamptons.
“Do you want sugar in your tea? I wouldn’t recommend it since you are sick, but it does make it taste better unless you like it bitter,” he said as he put the honey in.
“I’ll take Doctor Styles’ word and no put sugar in,” you chuckled. “How do you even all these things about tea?”
“Uhm, we’re from England.”
“I picked the accent up.”
“I am that obvious?”
“Well, there aren’t many people that talk like you around here. May I ask why you came here? Is it the beach?”
“That’s a story for another time,” he smiled sadly.
“You don’t have to tell me.”
“I don’t want to ruin a good night. Here is your tea.”
114. The Hamptons.
“You know the party is over, right?” You said, putting the trails away.
“Yeah, I know” Harry said, standing next to you. Every time he tried to help you would slap his hand away.
“I mean this in the best way possible, but why are you still here?”
“I owe a cup of tea, don’t I?”
“Yeah, I didn’t think you would make it tonight.”
“Well, you are sick tonight, aren’t you?”
You looked down and smiled, “what about your mother?”
“She literally locked me out of the house. Without keys. She said she was going to unlock the door in the morning.”
“Your mother is such a character, I love it.”
“She claims I am too paranoid.”
“You do whatever good son does. It’s one of the many things I like about you.”
“Hey, lovebirds!” Nana shouted. You took a step back and glared at her. “We are going home. Are you coming with us, Harry?”
“I, uhm, can I?”
“There is always place in the van.”
113. The Hamptons.
“Harry, we are out of here,” Elena said. “John just texted me and said that the club was packed.”
“I can’t go out tonight,” he said.
He noticed her expression change in a millisecond: from happy to angry.
“What is your excuse this time?”
“Can we have this conversation tomorrow? I am not working, we’ll grab lunch.”
She rolled her eyes, but nodded anyway, obviously done arguing with him.
“I am taking the driver.”
111. The Hamptons.
You jumped at the sound of his voice, knocking over a trail of pastries.
“Shit,” you whispered, crouching down to pick everything up.
“I am sorry,” Harry said, crouching down to help.
“It’s okay, I got it.”
“You dropped it because of me, please let me help you.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I. . . I was invited.”
“I am a plus one, so my name isn’t on the list.”
“Bill is here, too.”
“Do you want to talk with him?”
“Uhm, no. I am working.”
“Are we okay?”
110. The Hamptons.
You stood behind the table, your hands behind your back as you watched the people dance and drink.
“Why does every bartender make spicy margaritas so damn spicy, I didn’t ask for a Carolina ripper, Jesus,” Nana came to sit next to you.
“You literally asked for a spicy margarita, maybe next time just ask for a margarita,” you turned to her.
“That’s too boring.”
You rolled your eyes and grabbed a tissue.
“I am going to see the boys at the van!” She announce.
“What? Why? They are on break.”
You scoffed as you watched her literally run away.
109. The Hamptons.
“Put some foundation on your nose so it doesn’t look as red,” Nana said.
“I did, but I keep blowing my nose,” you said, adjusting your jacket.
“Just take it with you, I don’t need any complaints from those people.”
“I know. Don’t worry, I got this.”
“Your boyfriend made you some extra pastries.”
You groaned loudly, “Harry is not my bloody boyfriend.”
“He made you pastries.”
“It’s not the first time. He is just being a nice guy and a good friend. Can we go now?”
“Whatever you say, but the man has a crush on you.”
“Trust me, he doesn’t.”
“What makes you say that?”
“He is with someone else. It’s complicated. Can we just go?”
“You two are acting like teenagers.”
108. The Hamptons.
All night, at home, he would check up on his mother every hour and cook decorate eclairs the rest of the time. He made extra ones just for you, just like last time. When he came back to the bakery in the morning, he had dark circles under his eyes, a box of eclairs in one hand and a large coffee cup in the other.
“Harry!” Nana said, walking into the bakery. He jumped spilling coffee over his hand.
“Shit,” he mumbled. “Hi, miss.”
“Uhm, what are you doing here?”
“I came for my order.”
“Oh. Usually, y/n comes to pick it up.”
“She is sick.”
“Is she okay?”
“It’s just the flu, she will be fine.”
“I-I made her some eclairs.”
“Did you now?” She smirked.
He simply looked down, hiding his red cheeks behind his hair.