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.

*WARNING, I DID NOT, I REPEAT, NOT WRITE THIS, I JUST LIKE THE STORY*

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Harry's hand was tightly interwined with mine as he tugged me through the massive crowd of disgusting, smelly and intoxicated teenagers. I was constantly getting my feet demolished by six inch high heels and pushed by feral, sweaty, sexually frustrated boys. I have to admit, all of the action happening in the place was actually quite terrifying. I mean, I had been to parties before, but not ones that were this insane.

 

I sighed in relief as Harry pulled me into the kitchen, which was practically empty. He turned to look at me with a concerned expression, "You alright?" he asked, his fingers still laced with mine. I nodded, looking back at the crowd through the doors of the kitchen before I locked eyes with Harry once more. "I think so," I said, my voice almost a whisper. He frowned at me, obviously not believing it. He let go of my hand as he walked over to one of the cabinets, searching for something. I kind of felt lost when we weren't holding hands. As weird as it sounds, it was actually tremendously comforting. And I wanted that feeling back as soon as possible.

 

As Harry was raiding through each cupboard, I took the time to glance around, which resulted in me looking down at my outfit. I was still wearing my black skinny jeans, oversized jumper and the ugg boots I had put on before I left my house this morning. I mentally punched myself for letting myself come into a party dressed this way.

 

"I can't believe I didn't get changed." I spoke aloud, catching Harry's attention. He gazed over at me as he pulled a single glass cup from one of the cabinets, bringing it over and placing it on the table. He scanned my outfit up and down and then looked back up at my eyes. "Well at least you're wearing some weather-appropriate clothes," he said, turning on his heels and walking over to the sink, taking the glass with him. His turned on the tap and filled it up about three quarters of the way. I watched as he turned off the tap and walk over to the fridge, placing the glass under the ice dispenser and holding it against the leaver. "Most of the girls out there are wearing tiny shirts that they consider dresses," he added, placing the ice water in front of me. I guess he knew that I didn't want to consume alcohol, because I never told him what I wanted to drink.

 

"Thanks," I said, picking up the glass and taking a long sip. I closed my eyes as I felt the cool refreshing liquid rush down my throat. I returned my gaze to Harry after I put the glass on the counter again. "But still," I began, frowning. "I look like I'm about to go to a sleep over." He raised an eyebrow at me and huffed a laugh, "You are going to a sleep over," he said. There was a short moment of silence. "Well, you were." I nodded slowly as another silent moment crept on us. Everything just turned into complete and utter awkwardness from that point on.

 

"So, what are you going to drink?" I asked him, taking another sip of my water. He stuck his bottom lip out, pondering my words, I figured. "I don't know, to be honest," he simply stated. "Maybe I just shouldn't drink at all. I'm the only one who can drive, after all," he added, teasing the fact that I hadn't got my license. I rolled my eyes playfully, "Shut up," I retorted, my tone failing to sound at all serious.

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