-Harry's POV-
"Wow, this is nice Ava. Really nice." I comment, looking around once I step inside her front door.
"Thanks.. Well I guess you should be going now." She says, opening back up the door I just closed behind me.
"Come on.. show me around first." I say, completely ignoring her attempt to get me to leave by walking into her living room.
I hear her groan as she follows me and I have to stifle my laugh as I keep walking, heading into the kitchen. I take a seat on one of her barstools, smiling at her at she rolls her eyes at me.
"Gonna offer a lad a drink?"
"No." She says, crossing her arms in a huff. I forgot how cute she is when she's annoyed.
"There's beer in the fridge." Finn announces as he steps into the room with a tall redhead on his heels.
Ava shoots him a death glare while I shake his hand. "Thanks mate. Good to see you again."
"You too. You staying over tonight?" He asks, raising his eyebrows as he looks between Ava and I.
Ava's eyes widen as she shakes her head vigourously no.
"I am fairly knackered." I yawn. "Who's this?"
"Ah, sorry. This is Jules. My girlfriend." Finn replies, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Harry." I smile at her.
"I know who you are." She blushes, "Nice to meet you too."
"Well we're gonna head out. I'm staying at Jule's tonight, so you'll have the house all to yourself Ava." Finn smiles wickedly as he steers Jules out of the room.
I give him a mental high five when I see Ava chewing her lip nervously, contemplating his last words. With her buffer for the evening being gone, I'll be more likely to get her to talk to me. And she needs to talk to me before she blows this up so much in her mind she decides to never speak to me again. I can't take that, a year of it nearly bloody killed me.
When we hear the front door shut, Ava looks over at me, narrowing her eyes. I'm fairly sure she knows exactly what I'm doing, and that I won't give up till I get what I want. I smirk at her as she leans against the counter, more than ready to tackle my challenge for the night.
"I need a drink." She sighs, swiftly turning and reaching up to open the cubbard over the fridge. My eyes wonder down from the bottles she's shuffling through to her legs. I bite my lip at the site of her dress riding up, showing a fair amount of her smooth thighs.
If I were to fulfill my life's desire right this moment, I would throw the woman over my shoulder and carry her up to her room, spending the night showing her just how much I've missed her.
"Harry!"
I quickly blink as I come back to reality, "What?"
"I asked what you wanted."
"Ummmmm, just a beer thanks." I answer, trying to rid the sinful thoughts from my mind.
She grabs a bottle out for me and hands it to me once I walk over to her. I quickly pop the top off and take a large gulp as she gets back on her tiptoes trying to reach a bottle towards the back of the cabinet. I can't help but chuckle at her vain attempts to grab it.
I decide to be a gentleman and take a step forwards, reaching up and grabbing the bottle for her. I don't realize how close we are till I lower it down and hand it to her. I feel my pulse quicken as her shoulder presses into my chest, our faces mere inches apart.
"Th-thanks." She stutters as she looks up at me.
"No problem love." I say, meeting her eyes and wishing my stare alone could will her into wanting to kiss me.
I cough, embarrassed at how awkward I seem, and step away. Ava quickly pours herself a shot and knocks it back, cringing before repeating the process over again.
"Calm down tiger." I chuckle at her.
She ignores me as she fills a glass with ice, emptying the contents of the bottle into it before leaving the room. Looks like someone's on edge.
"Where you going?" I ask as I follow her through the house.
"Showing you out." She responds.
"I think I'll stay awhile."
"No. You. Out." She points towards the door, taking another long swig of her drink.
"I think you need supervision McCain. You're hitting the bottle pretty hard."
"I can handle my lic-our." She responds, hiccuping mid-sentance.
"Looks like it. Couch looks comfy though, think I'll try it out."
"Nope, you need to go."
"Nah... maybe later." I shrug, heading into the living room and plopping down onto a couch.
"You're so annoying, you know that?" She questions, following me into the living room.
"I do try." I smile at her, taking far to much pleasure in the little game I'm playing with her.
She groans and shakes her head at me before downing the rest of her drink and trapsing back into the kitchen. I hear numberous bottles clanking together as I take a look around.
"Where's your room?" I call out, wishing I could see the look on her face right now.
"I know exactly what you're doing." She emerges from the kitchen with a full glass of dark liquid.
"And what's that?"
She takes a large gulp and rolls her eyes at me. "You're being you."
"Fancy that." I smile at her.
"You're so rude." She pouts as she empties her glass.
"Noooo I'm Harry."
"Ugh!!" She throws her hands up in the air, disappearing from the room again, returning quickly with a bottle of vodka.
"Really Ava?" I scold as she takes a drink straight from it. I get up and move to grab the bottle away from her, but she holds it over her head to try to keep it away from me.
"Stop. Give it to me." I order, knowing she's going to be pickled in no time if she keeps this up.
"D-don't like it then leave!"
"I'm not leaving."
"I'm not not drinking." She retorts, dropping herself down onto a couch in a huff.
"God you're stubborn." I say, sitting down on the couch across from her.
"You used to like that about me." She quips, taking a long drink from the bottle. "Keeping you on your toes and shit."
I laugh at her choice of words. "And shit?"
"Su-ure." She hiccups.
"I don't seem to recall that." I smile, messing with her.
"It was the night you gave me my first orgasm."
I choke on my own breath as she slaps her hand over her mouth. I fully expect her to run away from embarrassment, but instead she giggles into her hand.
"I think you've had enough." I reach over the coffee table between us to take the bottle away from her, but she pushes me away and brings it back up to her lips, drinking it down quickly.
"Ava." I warn.
"Harrrrrrrryyyy." She mocks me. "I can't believe you-you don't remember that!"
"I do."
She stares into my eyes, making me feel rather uncomfortable as the memory runs through my mind. I feel my jeans tighten and shift in my seat as she busts out laughing.
"Oh my god! You're turned on right now!"
"Am not." I defend as she takes another large gulp of the vodka.
"You so are!" She laughs, falling back onto the couch.
I'm surprised when she lays her head back and closes her eyes, suddenly very sleepy. Looks like I'm not going to get the talk I wanted.
"Louie's an asshole." She sighs.
"What?" I look at her completely confused.
"He ruined so many of our 'moments'." She says, putting her hands up in air quotes as her eyes are still closed.
"That he did." I agree, having a sudden urge to kick his arse.
"You did too." She sloppily waves her finger at me, opening one eye and dropping her hand heavily back onto the couch cushion. "Like we would still be together if it wasn't for you."
I pick at the hole in the knee of my jeans to avoid her stare. I know my eyes would reflect the hurt my heart feels right now. I know she's right.
"It wasn't all you though. Like I'm really screwed up. I'm a mess."
I look up at her and she moves her gaze to the ceiling. I know I should leave, she would never speak to me like this sober. I look over at the front door, but I can't seem to make my body get up off the couch.
"Like you hurt me so much."
"Ava.."
"You know what's really messed up?" She cuts me off. "I still missed you. I'd fucking thought you had sex with some woman and I still missed you."
Her words are like a knife to my heart. I should of told her. I'm such a selfish bastard for not.
"I would lay awake at night thinking about you and her together." She says quietly.
"And I laid awake thinking about you and me together."
Her eyes shoot open and look deep into my own as I stare back at her. Silence engulfs us, our breathing the only sound being heard.
"Do you want me?"
I suck in a deep breath, certain my mind is just playing tricks on me. "What?"
She stands up and grips her coverup, pulling it up and off her body before dropping it to the floor. My mouth falls open in shock as she's left in only a black string bikini. Bloody hell the woman is fit.
I'm rock fucking hard as she looks at me, biting her bottom lip. My eyes run down her body, lingering on the curves I've missed so much.
"Harry." She smiles at me as my eyes snap back up to hers, "Do you want me?"
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