Postcards

Chapter 27 - Curly

"I will", I said with a chuckle and went inside the elevator. 

Harry was standing outside the apartment builduing outside his big Range Rover waiting for me. As he saw me coming out, he smiled. "Wow!" he said and looked up and down me. "You look beautiful!" he said and kissed me on the cheek. 

"Thanks, you too", I said teasingly and he opened the car-door for me to enter. 

We drove to a restaurant in the Notting HIll area and parked almost outside the restaurant. A few passers-by noticed Harry and I could hear them whisper behind our back. We got into the restaurant and got a table in a remote corner. It was a nice restaurant specialised in Italian food. 

We talked about everything and nothing I and Harry. We were laughing and talking and had a really good time. Harry was so sweet and I couldn't do anything but smile everytime he said something. It wasn't at all like I was falling for him now, because I kept remembering that I was dating Harry, because I was going to get over Niall, but the fact was that I didn't want to get over Niall. As we finished eating and talking we paid and got out to the car. We drove of to Harry's place and got into the lift into his apartment. He too had a nice apartment: White walls, wooden floors, brown, fluffy carpets in the living room with white sofas and a flatscreen hanging on the walls. As Harry went into the kitchen to make us some tea I launched myself in the couch. 

I hadn't thought I was going to have such a good night as I had been having with Harry. Harry was sweet, funny, easy to talk with and as the date had got on, I was beginning to like him even more. Just....I was still thinking about Niall. My thoughts were interrupted when Harry came back into the livingroom with two cups of hot tea. He sat down next to me on the couch and rested his arm on the sofa. 

"So, did it live up to your expectations?" Harry asked with a cheeky smile. 

"It did, it was a very nice date", I said with a smile and looked into his green mesmerising eyes. 

"Well, it isn't over yet", he said kept my eyes linked with his.

"What do you have in mind?" I said and smiled.

"Well...ususally when I'm on date with a nice girl, I kiss her", Harry said still looking into my eyes.

"Oh, so that's your trick, eh?" I teased.

"Hey, it always works!" Harry chuckled and moved his face closer to mine.

"And what do you do after you've kissed?"

"It depends...", Harry said and moved his even closer to mind.

"I know where this is going", I said and could feel his breath on me.

"Where?" He chuckled and our noses were practically touching now.

"You're going to kiss me", I said.

I was right. His quickly placed his lips against mine and then pulled away smiling.

"Finish off where we started", he chuckled and I smiled. He took a lock of hair away from my face and then pulled me in for another kiss, but this was another kind. Our lips were linked perfectly and were moving in perfect synchronisation. I opened my mouth and he slid his tongue inside and they were playing a tango. It felt nice. Harry was a good kisser, probably always have been  - or I guess, from experience. He started unzipping the back of my dress and I didn't protest. We were both panting and he took of his shirt revealing a six pack. Someone had clearly been working out. We kissed again and we lay down on the couch with him on top. I ran my hands through his hair and it felt wonderful. It wasn't until he started to unhook my bra, that I felt something was terribly wrong. 

What the hell was I doing?  Kissing with Niall's best friend again and now I was going to have sex with him? I knew it the wrong thing to do, and I hestitated and Harry noticed it. 

"You alright?" he asked and look down at me. 

"Harry", I sighed "...I'm sorry, it doesn't feel right", I said and wanted to cry. Harry nodded understandably and sat back up. 

"Tell me...is it because of Niall?" He asked and looked at me with a wry smile, making me feel bad for using him. I nodded. 

"Yeah", I said while putting my dress back on. Harry put back on his t-shirt and looked at me. 

"You like him, don't you?" he asked and rested his head on the sofa back.

I sighed and nodded. "Is it that clear?" I asked and looked into his eyes.

"I don't know, but... I noticed you look differently at him nowadays...the kind of way he used to look at you when...you know"

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you know if...him and Becca...are they like...getting serious?" I asked and was doubting if I even wanted to know the answer. 

"To be honest, I don't think the will ever get together....Becca seems like she doesn't have time for him...I'll tell you what I said to the other lads, not Niall of course.."

"What?" 

"I don't like her. I think she's a real bitch, mind the language...but, she's a bit too big headed for me and too reserved and... I don't know, she just have this attitude that I don't like...like, she feels smart, and...it's now only me who think's it, but we think that she's maybe using Niall to promote her new band..." Harry said. 

"Oh no, that's...terrible", I said 

"Oh don't lie, you want them to end it off", Harry chuckled and he was right. 

"Okay I do, but only because it sounds like she isn't right for Niall", I defended myself. 

"Ali...We all know you're the right one for Niall. We all know that Niall's the right one for you", Harry said and looked into my eyes. 

"Harry, I want Niall, I really do, but...how am I going to tell him? I feel like, you know 'Now that you can't have me, you suddenly want me' - kind of girl", I qouted. 

Harry chuckled. "Babe, you have to tell him before he gets over you"

"What do you mean?"

"What?"

"Hasn't he gotten over me? he said he was  over me..."

"it's obvious he isn't over you...but, he also fancies that Becca-girl...but Ali, you have the biggest place in his heart...I just wish we could push Becca out of the picture, so you two could get together already" Harry said a bit annoyed. He seemed to do that every time the mention of her name came up. 

"I don't want to push her out of the picture!"

"But you have to tell Niall! Please just tell him! He'll leave Becca right away, and then you two will get together and it'll be perfect", Harry said a bit excited. "Tell him before you leave on Tuesday", Harry said and he was probably right. 

I had to tell Niall how I was feeling and how I had felt in a long time. About him and me. I was going to take our friendship to a whole other level, and it scared me, that it could end as quickly as it had started. Harry drove me home and I went directly into the guestroom and fell asleep.