For Your Eyes Only: HS

28. You Suddenly Want Me

From Harry: Out the front. You ready?

Funnily enough, I am ready. I know it was completely risky to allow Harry to pick me up from the infamous 'shit shack', but as we all know, it looks semi nice from the outside – that's how I ended up here in the first place. God, that feels like ages ago. Plus, Harry straight up said "no" when I said I would simply get an Uber.

Secretly I'm happy he offered, I mean this is his friend's party, who knows how big it will be, and I'm basically guaranteed to not know anyone at all. It's best I go with him so I can enter the place not as awkwardly as I would if I were alone.

I'll still be awkward though.

But here's what I haven't thought about:

Who's Harry's mate?

Will it be one of his really close friends? One of his famous friends? One of his family friends?

Will it be Niall, Louis, or Liam?

There are so many different names running through my head that I almost start to forget that Harry's waiting. Downstairs.

I quickly grab my jacket and purse, heading out the door without another thought. No time to waste.

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Not wanting to hop into a random person's car again, I'm extremely cautious when looking for Harry's car. There are only a few cars out the front anyway, and one of them is a black, fancy looking one, so I figure that's him in there.

As if we're in a classic film, the back door flings open and I jump in feeling quite posh, if I must say. Luckily, there sits Harry. Unluckily, I'm struggling to breathe because he just looks so good...

There they are, the infamous black skinny jeans. I wonder how many pairs of them he has? Surely hundreds. He's got on some Gucci boots, and an amazingly beautiful black and yellow stripy jumper. I'm telling you right now, yellow has never looked this good on anyone.

He also has a bit more facial hair than when I saw him last. God, I wonder what it would be like to kiss him with stubble like that...

Focus! Miller, stop being an idiot and say hello to the sex god!

"Hey, thanks for picking me up," I finally squeak. I'm still not fully recovered from how stunning he looks. "I really like your jumper," I add hastily, then regret it. Why the fuck did I say that? I'm so stupid.

He does this little giggle whilst scratching his chin, "Hey, Miller. Thanks! It's new. You look, um, amazing, also." He scans me up and down, which would usually make me super uncomfortable, but with Harry it makes me feel like I'm on fire. Like I want him to touch me again. Now, would be great.

"Thanks, Harry," I cough slightly, and once again my cheeks are rosy as fuck. You could literally fry an egg on one of my cheeks right now. The car starts driving as I click in my seatbelt. "So are you going to tell me what this whole thing actually is? What kind of party is it?"

"There are actually supposed to be quite a few people there, I think. It's just at my mate's apartment, we're actually not far from there now." He cranes his neck to look out the window.

"How old's he turning?" I ask, trying to make conversation to distract myself from his insanely red lips. It's dark in this car, but I can still make them out. And I would love to 'make out' with them.

Oh god, I make myself laugh. It's sad.

"The big 22! I'm actually not that close with him really, I'm not sure how many people I'll know there to be honest. We're, um, new friends, I guess. We're working on a kind of project together."