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.



8. 8

Audrey's POV:


I tapped my knuckles softly against the white, wooden door at a rapid pace. I did it quietly, hoping only he could hear me. I glanced around the hallway, from left to right, beginning to feel more anxious and nervous; as if I hadn't been feeling this way since lunch. "Harry!" I whispered, my voice sharp and harsh. "Are you ready?" I added. becoming more and more impatient as time went by. "Open the door!"


I could hear quiet, muffled movements on the other side of the door. I rolled my eyes, waiting on him to finally let me in. I began to tap my foot, feeling merely flustered. I was praying for the moment that he eventually plied the door open, hopefully prepared to give me some advice on how I was supposed to be acting. Or not.


Suddenly I heard the door unlocking and the door knob being fiddled with and I stood up straight as it flung open, revealing a very formally dressed Harry. I frowned as I strolled into his bedroom, closing the door behind me. Gemma's downstairs; she thought that I had just ran up to go to the loo. Yeah, I feel terrible about it. I've never been a good liar; but then again, she did believe me. But why wouldn't she? I was just going to the toilet. Well, not really, but yeah.


"Dressed a bit smart for a house party. aren't you, Styles?" I asked, my question completely rhetorical. I actually meant it as more of a statement than anything. I closed the door behind me and turned to see Harry messing around with his hair a bit in the mirror that was hanging on the wall, opposite the end of his king-sized bed. He rolled his eyes, causing me to copy his actions. It was kind of starting to be more of a habit, at this point. "Shut up, Brooks," he mumbled, straightening up his blazer. I ignored his remark, "Well, is it like, themed or something?" I asked, approaching the full length mirror, standing beside him, feeling the size of a midget compared to his height. I ran my fingertips through the lengths of my hair on both sides, removing any knots that had formed. Harry looked at me in the mirror, "Nah," he stated, sticking his bottom lip out and shaking his head.


"Oh.." I replied, my voice merely a whisper, as Harry walked from his reflection, and in the direction of his bed. My eyes followed him, but I stayed put. "Well, you look nice," I added, hesitantly. I didn't want it to come out in the strange kind of way that it did, bit it was too late to take it back now. He glanced back at me, a frown present and a slight smile grazing his lips. "I didn't mea-" I began, getting cut off by his voice. "Thanks," he said, his frown slowly vanishing, leaving his smile there as he spoke. He turned back around, walking over to his beside table. He unplugged his iPhone and unlocked it, scanning through what looked like some text messages.


"I'm actually kinda nervous," I spoke up, thinking aloud as I stared into nothingness. I knew that he could tell that I really meant it when he turned around to look at me, my body still facing the mirror. "Why?" he asked, his profound accent a lot louder and articulate than mine. "I don't know really," I said, turning around and walking over to the end of his bed, taking a seat on the edge. I wasn't facing him, I just stared at the blank wall in front of me. I heard him sigh, and soon there was a sudden weight behind me on the bed. Suddenly I felt two hands rest on both my shoulders. Obviously there was nobody else in the room, so I was partially frightened at the fact that Harry was actually touching me, and not in the way of choking or hitting. I was really quite hesitant about the abrupt contact between the two of us, but Harry on the other hand, seemed like he was almost professional at it. His hands worked in a slow motion and strangely, I wasn't feeling as uncomfortable as before. 


"Don't be," he spoke up, breaking the silence and removing his hands after a few short moments. I frowned as he stood to his feet, but I didn't break my contact with the wall, almost as if I was having a staring contest with it. I did this only because I didn't want him to see my sudden change in expressions. "I won't be home late, don't worry about it," he added, his tone calm and collected. I saw him walking over to the door from the corner of my eye. He opened it and stood there, turning to face me. I glanced in his direction, taking that as my que to leave. I stood to my feet and approached the door, "Just wait a few seconds before you come down, Gemma might get suspicious or something," I said, my voice low as I walked past him. Harry tilted his head to the side, a slight smirk playing on his plump lips. "Why? She the one who wanted us to be friendly, remember?"


I looked back at him and furrowed my brows, realising that he was right. I suddenly felt dumbfounded. He rolled his eyes playfully, and I took that as him saying, 'just forget it', so I turned on my heels without another word and walked down the stairs, dreading the night ahead of me.




"Hey," I piped up, as I strolled into the lounge room to see that Gemma was watching Jersey Shore. I made my way over and sat next to her on the couch. "You were in there a while. You alright?" she asked, looking over at me with a frown. My eyes widened slightly and I nodded my head promptly, feeling that horrific, awkward sensation when I couldn't perceive anything else but uncomfortable coming back. "I wasn't in the toilet that whole time," I stammered. "I was in the bathroom and stuff afterwards. You know, washing my hands," I added, chuckling nervously. My voice was now coming out as stutters of nervousness, and I really couldn't help it. Gemma raised one eyebrow and look at me in disbelief. "Yeah, whatever," she said. And with that, Harry walked into the room and down the stairs, staring blankly at his phone. I couldn't help but notice Gemma was soon going to realise that he was dressed formally. Oh shit, this isn't going to be good. "Hey, Haz," Gemma said, loud enough so Harry could hear over the television. His head snapped up, and he looked from Gem, to me, and back to Gem. I frowned at his bizarre actions, but just pushed my confusion aside, hoping for some kind of good outcome with all of this. "Hey," he replied, his deep voice sounding like a murmur compared to the volume blaring on the TV surround sound system. I turned to Gemma, searching for the remote. I couldn't bare to be rude like that. When I saw it sitting on the arm of the couch, I reached out and grabbed it, turning the volume down.


"Hey!" Gemma shrieked. "What do you think you're doing?!" I rolled my eyes at her response and placed the remote on the couch next to me. "You NEVER turn the volume down on Snooki, Audrey!" she added, her tone loud and irritating. I rolled my eyes once more and looked at her in disbelief. "I'll remember that for the next time that you turn on a shitty television program," I replied, my tone full of sarcasm, but also raw truth.  "Whatever," she sighed in defeat, folding her arms over her chest. Well, that didn't take long.


"Where are you going, anyway?" Gemma asked Harry, him obviously not completely aware that he'd strolled into the room wearing the attire he planned for the party. He looked back at his phone and his confused eyes locked with my worried ones. He looked at Gemma, "What'd you mean?" he asked, completely oblivious. "Why are you dressed like that?" she asked, creating slight wrinkles on her forehead from frowning. He looked down at how he was dressed a and looked back up, seeming like he was practically shitting himself with fear. I could tell that he knew Gemma was going to find out; I guess he wasn't so good at lying either. "Umm.." he began, obviously trying to come up with some kind of colossal lie. "Me and Audrey.." he added slowly, causing an enormous frown to appear on my face. "We're uh.." he continued. "We're going to the.. to the library!" he concluded, his voice more triumphant towards the end of the sentence. I stayed facing him and closed my eyes, scared that our cover was now about to be blown. "What're you going to the library for?" Gemma replied, and I looked at her to see her perfect eyebrows raised into arches. "And why is Audrey going with you?" I shot to my feet when Harry just stood there mumbling and stuttering. I figured that I better help him out. I walked over to him and swiveled my heels on the wooden floor, standing next to him as we both looked at Gemma's bewildered face, that was also filled with utter curiosity. "WE, are going to the library because Harold here," I said, grabbing onto Harry's forearm with my small hand, shaking it slightly. "Wants to flick through some of the books for some inspiration," I added. "Inspiration for what, though?" Gemma responded, looking as if she was actually starting to believe what we were saying. I don't know why she'd even think of having any sort of confidence in what was actually going on; we were blabbering like complete babies.


"For his songs, of course!" I exclaimed, making my tone higher pitched at the end, hoping to make her feel like she should have understood why were were making this oh-so-very sudden 'visit to the library' in the first place. "Why don't you just Google it or something?" she relaxed back into the couch, looking at the TV screen. I felt relief as she gazed away from us. "They have really good music-based books at the library," Harry piped up. It was about time he helped me out. "I can't find them on the internet, so.." he trailed off, his voice more confident now. I looked up at him and nodded, adding a slight, supportive wink to the end of it. "Thank you," he mouthed to me, his voice nothing but a mere whisper. I nodded again, but then realised that I still had a grip on his arm. I looked down, and so did he. I immediately released it and walked back over to the couch, picking up my phone that I had left next to Gemma. "We'll be back soon," I said, completely unsure of what time we'd actually arrive home. She nodded her head. seeming more uninterested now. I turned around and approached Harry, giving him a look that said, "Hurry the fuck up or we're doomed'. He nodded his head and we both walked back up the couple steps that led into the foyer hallway that they had leading up to the front door. But I really did speak too soon. "Wait a second," Gemma spoke up. Harry and I stopped in our tracks and turned to face her. "You didn't answer my question," she added, her facial expression blank. "What?" I chuckled nervously, looking from her to Harry. I saw him furrow his eyebrows in her direction and that anxious feeling coming back. "Why are you going with him, Audrey?" She had a look of humourous confusion, almost like she was merely joking; a look that I completely dreaded.


We're definitely going to get caught out.

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