Pretty Please Don't Pinch Me

47. One Night Stand

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Harry kindly offers to clean up our dishes, due to the fact that my sister cooked.

"Did you have fun last night?" I ask Marnie, once we're alone in Harry's bedroom.

"Honestly, it was probably the best night of my life," she gushes, "It took so much for me not to just scream every time I was introduced to someone new, but thank you," she says excitedly to me, hugging me. "None of this could have happened without you."

"Don't mention it," I shrug. "Though would one of those boys happen to be Niall?" I ask, watching her closely from the corner of my eye for a reaction. She pauses for a second, and continues folding the blanket up that she used from the night before.

"I think so," she says absentmindedly, "Why do you ask?" flicking her eyes to me.

"Just that you were both pretty flirty with each other. I just don't think it's the greatest idea Marnie..."

"Oh my gosh you are seriously making something out of nothing! It was a fun night," she sighs, rolling her eyes.

Maybe I am overthinking it, but Niall was being a little too friendly with her, and the last thing Marnie needs in her final year of schooling is to pine after a One Direction member. Harry mentioned to me that Niall is happy being single, so why put her through getting attached, and then having to read about him hanging out with other girls. I quash what thoughts I have for now, and help Marnie make the bed.

"Whatever you say Marns," I reply, too tired to continue the argument.

I quickly message Scarlett to check that she's still alive, and then return to the kitchen to find Harry putting the last of the dishes away.

"Do you mind dropping us off at home, please?" I ask, while standing on my tiptoes, hastily stealing a quick kiss from him.

"Here, take these," he offers, holding out his set of keys.

"Really? You actually trust me enough not to break it?" I ask, feigning shock.

"Yeah, of course I do," he replies casually. "Because if you break my car, then I break you," he jokes back. I respond by pushing him hard, to which he looses footing for a second, but quickly recovers, grinning.

I think I've well and truly underestimated how hard it is to pretend to be irritated, with someone as good looking as Harry.

"You are such a pain," I accuse, trying to keep a straight face. I take his Calvin Klein sweater before I leave - sorry, my Calvin Klein sweater, and Marnie follows me out to the car. We begin driving and his Range Rover feels so bulky in comparison to my miniature Mini Cooper.

"So how exactly do you plan to tell Mum and Dad you're going to be visiting Harry in London - in just a matter of days?" she asks curiously, the idea sounding a whole lot more intimidating the way that she's worded it.

"It'll fine," I tell her, minimising the importance of the issue, "I've got it covered."

Only I don't have it covered. Not in the slightest.

I know that they'll allow me to go - that isn't quite the issue. But this has snuck up so quickly, and that's how it's always been since meeting Harry. This whole experience has happened so fast for me, but I wouldn't have changed anything about it. It's almost like a relationship on fast forward. You don't have the luxury of time on your side, but instead I'm following my intuition, and trying - for once in my life, to do what I want to do, and not what others want of me.