Last One Standing
Chapter Twelve
Everyone got up to leave. Harry hung at the back of the crowd, herding everyone towards the door. I was at the tail end of everyone, besides Harry. When everyone else was out the door, he grabbed my hips, stopping me quickly. “What, Harry?”
“Stop, don’t be like that. You know it kills me when you’re angry.” I attempted to pull away. “Look, I’m sorry Hannah,” he breathed in my ear and wrapped his arms around my stomach. I tilted my head to the side, letting his chin rest in my neck.
“Okay,” I exhaled exaggerating, “but we need to come up with some sort of compromise. We can’t live without this, but we can’t function if we don’t take some time to sort things out.”
“My God.”
“What?”
“You’re totally describing a ‘friends with benefits’ type deal!” I turned around and Harry had an amazed and excited look on his face.
“Yeah… I guess kind of… but I’m not sleeping with you.” I put the most serious expression on his face, and Harry started to pout. “Hey, deal or no deal?”
He huffed through his nose and burrowed his eyebrows, “deal.”
-
After picking the boys things up from their hotel, we headed to Harry’s house, as his mom and Joe were returning from California today. Harry called it a ‘welcome home present’ and I called it an excuse to visit his mother.
“Don’t you think she’s going to be a bit busy getting home and all?”
“She loves seeing the boys and me though,” he paused, “and she’ll be thrilled to see you again.” He smiled and looked into my eyes; the twinkle was back. He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. We walked up the front path of the house and it was just like I remembered it, medium sized and cute as a button. The icicle lights that hung from the house illuminated its face, it already being near dark outside.
Louis came up next to us, “And to think,” he grinned up at the house, “If we were lodging here, Zayn’s temper tantrum wouldn’t have cost us a dime.” He smirked at Harry and me and then continued into the house. Temper tantrum? Wow, Zayn was not happy about this. I dropped Harry’s hand, and rubbed my arm soothingly, just to have Harry put his arm around my shoulders and walk me into the house.
All of his house guests gathered in the living room. “Okay everyone!” He got everybody’s attention before continuing. “Alright, if no one noticed, we’re kind of tight on space, but I’ve got it worked out, it’s just gonna be kind of close quarters. Well then, we have two guest bedrooms, Gemma’s old room, my room, and a couch.” Silently counting, I noticed that if two people slept in each bed they wouldn’t need the couch.
“Harry.” He turned to me. Everyone else began to talk amongst themselves. “Why do you guys need a couch?” Confusion came over his face. “There’re only seven of you.”
“How are you considered so smart?” He smirked at me. “There are obviously nine of us.” As I looked around again, I realized that he was finding bed space for Trisha and me. “Oh Harry, no. There are seven of you. I don’t think that Trish and I are staying.”
He walked up to me, standing directly in front of me. Pulling my chin up so that my eyes could meet his, he was so close to my face that I could feel his heavy breath on my lips. “Please don’t leave me,” he whispered against my mouth.
“Okay!” We both jumped slightly. “Harry, I think we’ve got it all figured out!” Harry and I turned to face a Zayn that was very pleased with himself for completely obliterating the moment.
“Okay, let’s hear it.” Harry cleared his throat and exhaled. Zayn began explaining the rooms.
I nudged him, “What’s wrong with you?” I spoke quietly enough that Harry could hear me, but no one else could.
“Honestly?”
“Nope, I want you to lie. Here’s your sign.” He pushed his shoulders forward, keeping his hands held in his pockets. His face looked slightly red.
“A little bit of a start of sexual frustration.” Now I could feel my face going red and I began to chuckle slightly, but I was trying to hold it in. “Oh, you think that’s funny? You actually tend to that to me a lot thank you very much.” I couldn’t contain myself. I burst out laughing and by the time I had contained myself, there were seven sets of eyes staring at Harry and me, who had also absolutely lost it.
“Were you two even paying attention?” We both went poker face.
“Honestly Zayn?” We both began dying again. “Sorry mate, no. Run it by me one more time.” He gave me a small hip check when Zayn turned the other way.
“Okay, so Louis and El will take Gemma’s old room, Liam and Dani will take one guest room, Harry and I’ll take the second guest room and then the girls can share Harry’s room.”
“Alright then it’s settled.” Harry attempted a cheery tone, but everyone in the room could see his frustration. We all went to our assigned sleeping place and Harry followed Trish and me to his room to put his things away. “Bloody hell,” he muttered as he put his clothes away.
“Harry, its fine…”
“No! It’s not fine. It’s anything but fine. Who let him be in charge, and in my house?” I walked over to him and slid my body between him and his dresser. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I turned his face towards mine. His eyes were full of an overwhelming rage. I put on my best pouty face until he his eyes softened and his hands rested on my waist. All at once, I didn’t know what was happening. Harry picked me up and put me over his shoulder. “Sorry Babe, but I’ve got to unpack; maybe later though!” He threw me onto the bed and I sat up and crossed my arms; playfully glaring at him.
“Harry Styles, you are the rudest man alive.” He started to crawl on the bed with me, as he got closer the glare on my face turned to a grin.
“You know you don’t mean that.” He was now right by my neck and was talking into it.
“Okay! The loner’s going to go to the bathroom now!” I had totally for got that Trish was in the room with us.
“Wait! Trish!”
“What?”
“I need to ask a favor.” I knew that she had been looking for a boyfriend, or at least a hookup.
“Are you kidding me?” There was bore in her eyes.
“Come on,” I said temptingly. “It’s a win-win for the both of us,” I flaunted.
She exhaled sharply, “What is it?”
“I need for you to keep Zayn… busy.”
“Busy,” she paused. Her eyes got wide with slight excitement. “Are you giving me permission to hit on him?” I winked at her. “Oh my God, I love you.” She hurried from the room, blue and blond waves flowing behind her, and I turned to Harry.
“Problem half way solved," I said, my eyes focussing on Harry's orbs.
“Half way?” His eyebrows pulled together in confusion
I shrugged my shoulders and pulled my mouth into a half smile. “Well he still has to take the bait.”
Harry clenched his fists together, closed his eyes and looked towards the ceiling, “Please let Zayn take the bait.”
“Stop, don’t be like that. You know it kills me when you’re angry.” I attempted to pull away. “Look, I’m sorry Hannah,” he breathed in my ear and wrapped his arms around my stomach. I tilted my head to the side, letting his chin rest in my neck.
“Okay,” I exhaled exaggerating, “but we need to come up with some sort of compromise. We can’t live without this, but we can’t function if we don’t take some time to sort things out.”
“My God.”
“What?”
“You’re totally describing a ‘friends with benefits’ type deal!” I turned around and Harry had an amazed and excited look on his face.
“Yeah… I guess kind of… but I’m not sleeping with you.” I put the most serious expression on his face, and Harry started to pout. “Hey, deal or no deal?”
He huffed through his nose and burrowed his eyebrows, “deal.”
-
After picking the boys things up from their hotel, we headed to Harry’s house, as his mom and Joe were returning from California today. Harry called it a ‘welcome home present’ and I called it an excuse to visit his mother.
“Don’t you think she’s going to be a bit busy getting home and all?”
“She loves seeing the boys and me though,” he paused, “and she’ll be thrilled to see you again.” He smiled and looked into my eyes; the twinkle was back. He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. We walked up the front path of the house and it was just like I remembered it, medium sized and cute as a button. The icicle lights that hung from the house illuminated its face, it already being near dark outside.
Louis came up next to us, “And to think,” he grinned up at the house, “If we were lodging here, Zayn’s temper tantrum wouldn’t have cost us a dime.” He smirked at Harry and me and then continued into the house. Temper tantrum? Wow, Zayn was not happy about this. I dropped Harry’s hand, and rubbed my arm soothingly, just to have Harry put his arm around my shoulders and walk me into the house.
All of his house guests gathered in the living room. “Okay everyone!” He got everybody’s attention before continuing. “Alright, if no one noticed, we’re kind of tight on space, but I’ve got it worked out, it’s just gonna be kind of close quarters. Well then, we have two guest bedrooms, Gemma’s old room, my room, and a couch.” Silently counting, I noticed that if two people slept in each bed they wouldn’t need the couch.
“Harry.” He turned to me. Everyone else began to talk amongst themselves. “Why do you guys need a couch?” Confusion came over his face. “There’re only seven of you.”
“How are you considered so smart?” He smirked at me. “There are obviously nine of us.” As I looked around again, I realized that he was finding bed space for Trisha and me. “Oh Harry, no. There are seven of you. I don’t think that Trish and I are staying.”
He walked up to me, standing directly in front of me. Pulling my chin up so that my eyes could meet his, he was so close to my face that I could feel his heavy breath on my lips. “Please don’t leave me,” he whispered against my mouth.
“Okay!” We both jumped slightly. “Harry, I think we’ve got it all figured out!” Harry and I turned to face a Zayn that was very pleased with himself for completely obliterating the moment.
“Okay, let’s hear it.” Harry cleared his throat and exhaled. Zayn began explaining the rooms.
I nudged him, “What’s wrong with you?” I spoke quietly enough that Harry could hear me, but no one else could.
“Honestly?”
“Nope, I want you to lie. Here’s your sign.” He pushed his shoulders forward, keeping his hands held in his pockets. His face looked slightly red.
“A little bit of a start of sexual frustration.” Now I could feel my face going red and I began to chuckle slightly, but I was trying to hold it in. “Oh, you think that’s funny? You actually tend to that to me a lot thank you very much.” I couldn’t contain myself. I burst out laughing and by the time I had contained myself, there were seven sets of eyes staring at Harry and me, who had also absolutely lost it.
“Were you two even paying attention?” We both went poker face.
“Honestly Zayn?” We both began dying again. “Sorry mate, no. Run it by me one more time.” He gave me a small hip check when Zayn turned the other way.
“Okay, so Louis and El will take Gemma’s old room, Liam and Dani will take one guest room, Harry and I’ll take the second guest room and then the girls can share Harry’s room.”
“Alright then it’s settled.” Harry attempted a cheery tone, but everyone in the room could see his frustration. We all went to our assigned sleeping place and Harry followed Trish and me to his room to put his things away. “Bloody hell,” he muttered as he put his clothes away.
“Harry, its fine…”
“No! It’s not fine. It’s anything but fine. Who let him be in charge, and in my house?” I walked over to him and slid my body between him and his dresser. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I turned his face towards mine. His eyes were full of an overwhelming rage. I put on my best pouty face until he his eyes softened and his hands rested on my waist. All at once, I didn’t know what was happening. Harry picked me up and put me over his shoulder. “Sorry Babe, but I’ve got to unpack; maybe later though!” He threw me onto the bed and I sat up and crossed my arms; playfully glaring at him.
“Harry Styles, you are the rudest man alive.” He started to crawl on the bed with me, as he got closer the glare on my face turned to a grin.
“You know you don’t mean that.” He was now right by my neck and was talking into it.
“Okay! The loner’s going to go to the bathroom now!” I had totally for got that Trish was in the room with us.
“Wait! Trish!”
“What?”
“I need to ask a favor.” I knew that she had been looking for a boyfriend, or at least a hookup.
“Are you kidding me?” There was bore in her eyes.
“Come on,” I said temptingly. “It’s a win-win for the both of us,” I flaunted.
She exhaled sharply, “What is it?”
“I need for you to keep Zayn… busy.”
“Busy,” she paused. Her eyes got wide with slight excitement. “Are you giving me permission to hit on him?” I winked at her. “Oh my God, I love you.” She hurried from the room, blue and blond waves flowing behind her, and I turned to Harry.
“Problem half way solved," I said, my eyes focussing on Harry's orbs.
“Half way?” His eyebrows pulled together in confusion
I shrugged my shoulders and pulled my mouth into a half smile. “Well he still has to take the bait.”
Harry clenched his fists together, closed his eyes and looked towards the ceiling, “Please let Zayn take the bait.”
Notes
Sorry I haven't posted in forever. I've had mid term exams that I had to study for and I have the tests all this week. I'll post when I can. Hey, 15 cool points if you caught the Blue Collar reference. Comment how many points you have so far :Dxoxo Hannah <3
so in love with this one !!! update soon!!!
10/20/16