Friends With Benefits: A Harry Styles Love Story

A Harry Styles Fanfic
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9. CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 9

"Phew, that was close," I said, relieved that we got away.

"What was?" Harry asked.

I rolled my eyes at how clueless Harry was to the whole situation.

As we pulled up to a stop sign, I reached to his back seat, trying to look for something he could dry off with. As I was rummaging through the mess he had thrown all over the ground, his hand started moving up my thigh to the hem of my skirt. I froze. 

"I want you," he whispered drunkenly into my ear.

"Harry, you're drunk," I said, grabbing his hand and moving it off of my thigh. 

"Drunk on my feelings for you right now," he slurred, with a cheeky smile.

"Oh God, that was the cheesiest thing I have ever heard," I said laughing. I could not take him seriously right now. He was far too gone to realize what he was saying.

"Oooh, cheese. Can we get pizza?" Harry asked excitedly, seeming to completely forget about what he was just doing.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, when we get home I'll order a pizza." I figured it was a good idea anyway since he hadn't eaten anything at the party, and it might sober him up a bit.

I couldn't find anything he could dry off with, so I turned off the ac so he wouldn't get sick, and headed back to his house.

I cut the engine and stepped out of his car after finally arriving at his house. I went around to the passenger side and helped Harry out of the car. 

I grabbed him by the waist and held his arm around my shoulder as I guided him up the front steps. All of his weight was leaning on me to support himself as I fiddled around with the keys until I finally was able to open the door.

More stairs. Great. 

"Harry, why don't we just go sit on the couch for a bit," I said as I dreaded having to carry him up to his room.

I led him to the couch and he plopped down. 

"Okay...stay," I said to him as if I were commanding a dog. I chuckled to myself. I needed to get my overnight bag I had packed earlier and had left in his trunk.

When I came back, Harry wasn't on the couch anymore.

"Harry..." I called out nervously.

"Yeah I need 8 large...pancakes...yeah 6 of those...what...I can't understand you...deliver it to my house...hurry though cause I'm hungry...what do you mean you don't know where I live, you know where I live...I live at my house," I heard Harry slurring into the phone. I ran over and grabbed it out of his hand.

"I'm so sorry about that! Is this pizza hut?" I asked. I wanted to laugh so hard. "I'll just take a large," I cuffed my hand over the phone, "Harry what kind of pizza do you want?"

"Cheese!" he said enthusiastically. 

"Oh right, I forgot," I laughed.

I finished ordering and they said they would be here shortly.

I took his phone to avoid any other drunken phone calls and ran up stairs to his room to put my things away and to get him some dry clothes.

I got to his room, and kicked off my heels. Oh man, did my feet hurt. 

"Okay, let's see," I said to myself out loud. 

"I need a dry shirt and some..." I paused. Oh crap. He needs to change his boxers too. 

I grabbed the first things I saw and headed back downstairs. 

I found Harry staring out the window and singing a song he had just made up.

"Pizza man, pizza man, where are you, Mr. Pizza Man? I'm so hungry, don't you know? Why do you have to drive so slow?"

I laughed and he turned around.

"Okay, Harry, let's get you changed," I said to him as he started walking over.

"Okay," he said simply. To my surprise, he started taking off his boxers.

"Harry!" I said, looking him straight in the eyes, trying my hardest to avoid my gaze from going down.

I sighed and ignored what had just happened and helped him put on the dry clothes. He put his hand on my shoulder to keep him balanced as he put his legs through his boxer shorts. I just kept looking up. This was so embarrassing. It didn't help that he was fumbling and couldn't get his legs in right. I swear it was like having to dress a little kid.

He finally managed to get them on.

Next, I began to take off his wet shirt. He smiled down at me. For a second I was lost in his beautiful green eyes. All of a sudden he started to lean in. I didn't move.

The doorbell rang and his head shot up. "Pizza!" he yelled. 

Saved by the bell.

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