-Ava's POV-
I bite my lip as I glance anxiously at the clock hanging on the bathroom wall. 1:28 a.m.
I'm pretty sure time has stopped moving simply because Harry should be walking through the front door any minute. He flew out just as he had promised, right after their performance, and his flight should now have landed at LAX by now.
I look around at the few things of mine that are sitting on the bathroom counter. It's strange, seeing my things mixed among his. I'd unpacked most of my belongings, leaving some things in their boxes, not knowing where they should go. It will take a while to get my mind set on the fact this is our place now, not just his.
Ours.
My eyes once again find my reflection in the mirror, wondering how in the world Poppy talked me into this. I would never consider myself sexy in the least, yet here I am standing in soft pink lingerie, ready to greet my fiancée. Well not ready, more like about to faint. My self confidence is at an all time low as my fingers skim over the silk bustier now adorning my body. The color and small bits of lace littering the surface of it give it a romantic touch, while the simple soft pink thong give it a little sexy edge.
I take another deep breath as I adjust the straps and fluff my hair a little. I'm so nervous I'm going to trip on the ridiculously high cream colored pumps I'm wearing, I almost back out of my little plan.
Harry has never seen me in anything more than a lace bra and pantie set. He never seemed to mind of course, but the thought of the look on his face when he found me in something a bit different is enough for me to swallow my doubts.
I curse myself as I try to figure out where I should be when he gets home.. Laying across the bed? No, to cliche. The couch? Ugh, that doesn't sound good either. This is the kind of thing I'm absolutely horrible at. I have no idea what a 'sexy' pose is, nor do I have the ability to actually pull it off with a straight face.
I let out a little shriek as I hear a car door shut outside. I'm either very excited to see him or am having a minor heart attack. Either way, I'm very much regretting thinking I could pull this off.
I'm in the kitchen when I hear the front door open, and I quickly just stand in front of the bar. I lean my bum slightly against it and place my hands on the counter top on each side of me. The pose making my boobs look a tad bigger and my legs a bit longer. My hair is falling over one shoulder in soft tousled waves, just like Harry likes it. The soft lighting from the dimmer switch makes me look tanner and thankfully hides the little imperfections in my skin tone. This is as good as it's going to get.
I hear footsteps through the dark house, slowly getting louder as they make their way towards the kitchen.
"Avaaaaa?", Harry's deep voice nearly makes me swallow my tongue as I try to plaster a confident look on my face.
"Ava, are you h..."
Harry's words end abruptly as he walks around the corner, his eyes landing on me. His eyes widen as they scan my body, taking in my attempt at being 'sexy.' I feel my body nearly shake in anxiousness as his gaze continuously studies my curves.
"Holy fuck." He breathes out, his voice sounding a bit strained. "You... Where... Fuck Av."
I start to open my mouth but stop when Harry's eyes widen, "Shit!"
"Wha...." The words get stuck in my throat as another body appears next to Harry, another set of eyes widening as they look me over. I gasp as my hands move to cover my body. I know my cheeks are as red as a tomato as embarrassment washes over my body in full force. Just kill me now...
"Liam go!" Harry yells at the frozen man next to him, abruptly shoving him out of the room.
I hear hushed words as I quickly head down the hallway and into the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I'm absolutely mortified that Liam saw me like this. Completely humiliated.
I grab my silk robe hanging off the bathroom door and wrap it around me, kicking my heels off and sinking down onto the bed. I drop my head into my hands, wishing I could just disappear. I can't believe that just happened.
The bedroom door opens softly, but I don't bother to look up. I hear it close before Harry kneels down in front of me, resting on his knees.
"Please tell me that just didn't happen." I croak.
"Afraid it did. M' sorry I didn't tell you he'd be here. I had meant to drop him at Niall's but he didn't have the right key...."
My shoulders drop. I had half expected him to find this funny and crack a joke, which would make me feel better about it, but his voice is humorless. I let my hands drop to my knees, looking at Harry.
"I'm never gonna be able to look him in the eye again." I whine, "I couldn't be more embarrassed right now. Oh my god, the look on his face..."
"Yeah... not to keen on him seeing you like that."
"Are you mad?" I question, looking over his features. His brow is furrowed, his breath shallow, and his fists are clenched as they rest on the bed on either side of me. Yup, he's mad.
"Nooooo. Not at you anyway."
"You're mad at Liam?" I raise an eyebrow at him, "He had no idea..."
"Course he didn't." Harry cuts me off, "Doesn't mean he needs to stand there staring at you like that."
"Harry.."
"Didn't even try to look away. Had to push him out of the bloody room."
"He wasn't expecting it, of course he'd be shocked."
"Wasn't shock that had him looking you up and down. Fucking wanker."
"Are you serious!?" I move to stand up, but Harry stops me, placing his hands on the top of my thighs.
"Said I'm not upset with you."
"No, but you're pissed at Liam? That's ridiculous." I throw my hands up in the air.
"It's not."
"It is. Where is he? You didn't yell at him did you?" I ask, my mind going over the numerous times Harry would get upset at Liam about me.
For some reason, Harry has always had a bit of jealously when it came to Liam. Accusing him of having feelings for me, almost hitting him the day I spent hiking with him. And then there was the rumors. The gossip for months that Liam and I slept together and that was the reason Harry and I broke up. I knew it had caused some tension between them, but I thought it was long forgotten.
Guess I was wrong.
"Didn't yell." Harry shakes his head, "Just told him what I thought... Then asked him to leave."
"You kicked him out?"
Harry shrugs, biting his lip as he stands up. "I'm supposed to just be alright with that?"
"There wasn't a that. Nothing happened."
"Ava, I don't want to fight about this. Just got home. I missed you." He takes my hands, pulling me up and wrapping his arms around me.
"You need to apologize to him."
Harry sighs as his arms drop away from me. "Don't push this love."
"He probably feels terrible."
"Why are you always so fucking concerned about him?" Harry raises his voice, his mouth snapping shut when he sees me flinch.
"He's my friend.. He's one of your best friends."
Harry chuckles, shaking his head at me. "You really think I view Liam as one of my best mates?"
"Why wouldn't I? You guys seem fine.."
"Yeah, perfectly fine. We do a good job of that don't we? Shouldn't even offered him to stay tonight. Was trying to be the bigger person. Look where that got me."
"Am I missing something here? Did something happen between you two?"
"You've no clue, do you?" Harry looks into my eyes and I notice they no longer show anger. They show hurt. "All the lads know, Lou knows, hell even El and Gem know."
"What in the world are you talking about?"
"Didn't really believe it myself till I actually heard him say it. Gotta give the lad that, he didn't lie to me about it when I asked."
"Can you please just tell me what is going on?"
Harry sighs, running his hand through his hair as he stares down at his boots. His eyes finally meet mine, glancing between both of them.
"Liam's in love with you."
_______________________________
Please vote! It really helps my story and only takes a second! :)