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"Anastasia, I'm not a hearts and flowers kind of man, I don't do romance. My tastes are very singular. You should steer clear of me." He closes his eyes as if in defeat. "There's something about you, though, and I'm finding it impossible to stay away. But I think you've figured that out already."

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P.O.V Rose Elizabeth

"You told me you would help me get over William or you would help me fixing things with him. So please explain to me, Mr. Harry Styles, why are you making me so drunk?"

The only time I drank as much as I did tonight, I started crying and I kissed a random stranger. Tonight, the alcohol effect was quite different. I simply can't stop talking, and all Harry does is laughing at me. Why? Because I'm horrible honest when I've drunk apparently and I've been telling him very private things.

"And I am helping you get over him because he isn't good enough for you. Now, why don't you answer my fucking question for once?" I turned my head to the other side and started swimming away from Harry, who had his back against the pool steel wall.

"What are you talking about?" I pretended not to know what he was referring to and kept swimming.

"Don't be a bitch and answer me, Rose. That's the game. You do a question and I tell you the true answer. I've answered, so now it's your turn."

I swam faster when I noticed he was swimming after me, "That's unfair! I only asked you how old you were when you lost your virginity and your question is much more invasive."

He laughed when he caught my arm and turned my body to look at him. Our bodies were extremely close and none of us could deny that there was a weird tension between us the whole night. I just felt so hot, even when the water was a bit cold.

His hands were in my arms, forbidding me to swim away from him. But it was a gentle touch, he could never be rough with me.

"How is asking you how much do you masturbate more invasive than how old I was when I lost my virginity?"

I tried to think of an answer, but I knew he was right. Both questions were quite invasive and personal, but I didn't want to answer that question, "I pass."

"You can't pass, love. Just answer, what's wrong with that?" Harry asked as if it was the most normal thing ever, "It's just me, you know you can tell me anything. I know everything about you."

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