5 chapter 5

y/n's pov:

harry took my hand and walked me towards the door, the house looked nice

he reaches into his pocket and takes out his keys, he unlocks the door and walks inside

huh

"no ladies first rule with you i see" i say jokingly as i follow him through the door

"huh" he says, obviously not understanding my previous comment

"nothing" i say in a dramatically sweet tone, "nice place"

harry picks up the kettle from his countertop and fills it at the sink

"thanks yeah, i live here with freezy... eh cal.. the guy you met at the club" he stumbles over his words, waving his spare hand around as he speaks.

"ah, mr manners" i smile, remembering my encounter with cal.

he chuckles and shakes his head,

"haha yeah he's a funny fucker"

he returns the kettle to its stand and turns it on.

"tea or coffee" he asks, almost as if the future of our friendship relies on how i answer

"tea!" i eagerly reply

is that even a question

"good woman" he cheered, nodding his head and smiling, he turns to look at me

"sit down you twat" he laughs.

i didn't even realise i was just.. standing there in his doorway.

i do a quick scan of the room and notice a couch to my right, i walk over and take a seat

"how many sugars?" he asks me while opening a drawer and picking up a spoon.

i hesitate to answer, "uh.. 4.. please"

"fair" harry replies

i was worried he'd think i was a freak for taking so much sugar in my tea, most people do

"becca thinks i'm a weirdo for liking 4 sugars in my tea, apparently it's way too sweet" i say to him, trying to make conversation.

"becca?"

"oh yeah sorry, becca, the best friend"

he just stares at me blankly.

"the one i came to london with?" i say, raising an eyebrow

still nothing.

i speak again, starting to grow impatient at his lack of remembrance "the one who left me at the club?"

"ohhh" he responds at last.

"yeahhhh" i say sarcastically.

"the bitch that ditched you to shag a stranger" he says bluntly

i don't know how to respond at first,

do i defend my friend?

or do i laugh because he's right.

"hey! you may be right but don't call her a bitch" i giggle

"yes sir, sorry sir" he says dramatically

he smiles and hands me my tea, he then walks over to the couch across from me and sits down.

he takes his phone out of his pocket and begins to scroll, and i'm a little shocked.

how come he isn't talking to me? not that i'm necessarily complaining, it's not like i need him to give me attention. we just met. but at the same time, i'm right here.. and he goes on his phone?

i take a sip from my tea, and as the hot liquid hits my lips i realise just how thirsty i actually was, i didn't notice before hand.

i was obviously distracted

i finish my drink and speak up, "thanks for the tea, usually people never make it right for me"

"you struck me as a milky tea type of girl" he smiles, looking up from his phone and making eye contact.

"you were right" i say, returning the smile.

why the fuck are we talking about tea again

"come on, i'll show you where you're sleeping" he stands up from where he was seated and walks towards the hallway

i sit there for a moment, trying to understand why he was being so quiet all of a sudden. nevertheless i get up and follow him.

i walk down the hall, i haven't a clue where i'm meant to be going

"y/n" he calls for me.

the room i end up in looks familiar,

i look at harry sitting on the bed,

"this is my room, but uh, yours for tonight i suppose"

ah yeah, that's why, his videos.

he scratches the back of his head and grins at me

he must do that when he's nervous? or uncomfortable maybe?

"are you alright? i ask, concerned

"me? yeah i'm fine.. i'm fine i'm just fucked" he replies, "sorry, tired"

"oh okay, i just got worried" i say honestly.

this earns a chuckle from harry, "why?"

"that you were mad or something" i laugh at myself

it sounds stupid now that i say it out loud, why would he be mad at me, he doesn't have a reason to be

"why would i be mad at you?" he asks, genuinely confused.

"i don't even know, i just tend to piss people off" i reply

"well. you haven't pissed me off yet" he smiles at me

yet.

"so, where are you sleeping?" i say to him, walking towards the bed

"couch" he replies, scooting over to make room for me to sit.

"what? no. no that's not fair you shouldn't have to sleep on the couch in your own house, i'll go sleep on the couch", i go to leave him in his room when i feel harry's hand wrap around my wrist.

"no you won't, don't be stupid y/n i'll be fine" he laughs at me once again

this boy finds everything funny

i go to argue with him when i hear the front door swing open, i jump a little and grab harry's hand.

"honey i'm home!" a male voice shouts from the hall.

"nice of you to make an appearance!" harry shouts back, he then looks at me and squeezes my hand in reassurance "its okay, just cal"

i grin at him and let go of his hand

"i should probably go check on him, he's probably smashed out of his mind" he says, standing up from the bed,     i nod in agreement.

"uh.. you can grab whatever you want from the drawer.. to sleep in" he points at the dresser across the room.

"thank you" i respond,

"ah no problem" he says shrugging his shoulders

"really harry, thank you, i'd probably be on a bench out in the cold if it wasn't for you"

"don't be ridiculous... all the benches are taken at night" he winks at me and i smile at him.

that was just my instinct with him, to smile.

he yawns and rubs his eyes, he then takes his phone from his pocket once again and checks the time,

"jesus, i need to sleep"

i nod in agreement, "me too"

i know i need to get to sleep, but a part of me wants harry to stay and talk to me for awhile.

"night y/n"  he says with a small smile

and with that he leaves the room, closing the door behind him

i should probably get ready for bed

i stand and walk over to his dresser and open the first drawer,

boxers and socks

i quickly close it and open the second

ah, shirts

i pull out a shirt at random, it has a tie dye design and it's actually pretty cute, i see a logo on the front of it

of course.. sidemen clothing

i take off my boots and it feels amazing to do so. i remove my shorts and bodysuit and sigh in relief, i've been dying to get into something more comfortable since i left the club.

i slip harry's shirt above my head and switch off the bedroom light.

i walk towards the bed and pull back the duvet, getting into bed and pulling the covers over me.

as soon as my head hits the pillow i realise how unbelievably tired i am.

i want to think about everything that happened tonight, and how... unusual it's been, but i can't even focus, and i feel myself drifting off..