My Best Friend's Brother

"I honestly don't understand why you dislike me so much," Harry smirked, backing me into the wall. I let out a gasp as his body pressed against mine. I could feel his body heat radiating against mine and I couldn't even mumble out an insult. "Do you still hate me?" he asked, his voice low, almost coming out as a growl. I nodded in response, not trusting my own voice. His eyes left mine, his smirk still perfectly in tact. I suddenly felt his warm lips sponging soft kisses up from the top of my chest, to the top of my neck, and up at my ear. I could hear his slow breathing as he opened his mouth. "And now?" It took me some time to respond, but I finally mustered out the word. "Always," I said, before he moved his face in front of me, crashing his lips against mine.



11. 11

Audrey's P.O.V:


By the time that Harry and I had actually arrived at the venue of the party, it was already about eight o'clock. I was nervous about a number of things at the moment in time; things that I just couldn't seem the shake off as the two of us sat in the car in complete silence. Harry had parked his car more down the road than others, since he was afraid that it could potentially get damaged by all of the irritating, rowdy and drunken teenagers who were also attending.


First of all, I was incredibly anxious about who was actually going to be at this party. I mean, was I even going to know any of these people? Probably not. They are Harry's "friends", after all. I use the quotation marks with the word, as Harry is convinced that all of these people are his actual friends, and he claims that they are indeed around him because he's a good guy. But it seems that everybody else, other than him, of course, know for a fact that none of these people like his personality. They simply just want to get close to him because of his title. I like to laugh about it because I'm around Harry constantly, and we don't even get along. I bet the people he hangs around with, other than his band mates, would kill to be in my position.


The other reason that I'm pretty much petrified about this whole situation is because of this massive lie we're telling. I mean, seriously. It started off as just a plan, and it practically revolved into this massive elephant that's going to be following me around until the truth is revealed. It's going to bother and remind me that I'm lying to two very important people in my life, and that they are eventually going to find out and most likely murder me. But since I'm here, I guess the only reasonable thing to do is get drunk and party, right? Wrong. I don't plan on touching one single vodka shot or beer bottle. I have to stay on Harry's case and look after him. I have to make sure that he gets home safely and he doesn't make a bad move while he's having "the time of his life with all of his cool friends," as he describes the whole thing. Pfft, yeah right, like being in a world famous boy band isn't enough of a swell time.


"What's on your mind, Brooks?" Harry asked, breaking the silence, and me from my train of thought. I always seemed to be getting caught up in these idiotic, little trances these days. Ridiculous, really. I glanced over at him, my facial expression as serious as it could possibly be. It soon transformed into a frown, something that I couldn't really help. I slouched in the passenger seat and pouted my lips sadly, "Why are you making me do this?" I whined, looking from him to the house that the party was at. The windows of the two-story home were lit up with multiple different coloured lights, and I could feel the vibrations of the music from where we were. There were also a few people out the front, who looked to be smoking. I diverted my gaze back to Harry, "I really don't think this is a good idea," I added, my voice a slight warning.


Harry huffed a laugh as he looked at me in disbelief, "It'll be fun," he simply stated. I rolled my eyes and extended my hand towards him, pointing my index finger in his face. "See! You don't even have much to say about this!" I shrieked. "C'mon, Brooks," he ignored me, pulling his car keys from the ignition, reaching for the door handle. He pulled it and opened his door, stepping out shyly. He closed it and I sighed, not wanting to move from my comfortable seat. I wasn't getting out until he made me. I, after all, didn't even want to be here.


I watched him as he made his way around the front of the car, like it was some kind of routine for him. He opened my door and pulled it out far enough so I could get out. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes at how suggestive his expression was seeming towards me. He looked so eager to have a good time; I really didn't want to turn him down. I pouted and shifted my feet to the side, extending them out of the car, before pulling myself out lazily. I stood out of the way as Hurry shut the door and I made my way to the front of the car. I sighed as I looked in the direction of the party. Worst. Idea. Ever.


"Don't worry about it," Harry said, his voice low and husky as he placed his arm around my shoulder smoothly. I looked up at him, a frown present. Not an uncomfortable one, just an uneasy one. "I'll take care of you, okay?" he added, his face completely serious. All I could manage to do was nod my head hesitantly. A smile grew on Harry's face, showing off his dimple. I smiled shortly in return and we made out way in the direction of the house, his hand still wrapped around my shoulder.

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