Steph and I sat in her car for a good half hour. We talked about boys, mostly about Harry and how he was a giant douche, how Calum was a freakin' slut, and how Michael did indeed have a huge cock.
"I swear to God, I was not expecting it to be so..."
"Big?" Stephanie smiled that 'I-told-you-so smile.'
"Well, yeah. It was big... but it was beautiful too."
Stephanie giggled like a little girl.
"I've seen my share of cocks, I have yet to see one that was beautiful." Stephanie looked at me. "What makes a dick beautiful?"
"It's an eye of the beholder thing. But, Steph, I swear, it was perfection. Of course... Harry has a beautiful dick too. Maybe I'm just dick crazy."
"Maybe," Stephanie agreed.
"Harry is a fucking Adonis. It makes sense that his dick would be beautiful."
I banged my head on the headrest. "I should have just said no."
"The day you or anybody says no to Harry Styles... I'll be farting butterflies."
I barked a laugh. "Oh Steph, you do paint a picture." It was true though. No one said no to Harry Styles; at least no one in their right mind.
Stephanie's phone beeped. "Shit. It's my dad. I gotta go." I looked at the digital clock in the dashboard. It was 2:30 in the morning. I leaned over and hugged her.
"Thanks for setting me up. If I'd have known..."
"You never told me to set you up again," she complained.
It was true. She had set me up with a string of losers; all of them after one thing. Michael as it turns out, wasn't any different than the rest, except that maybe, just maybe I was. "Fine. The embargo is lifted."
I hugged her again and got out of the car. I waited as she started the car and watched her taillights disappear around the corner.
"Horan." I jumped at his voice.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I took a step back as he emerged from the shadows.
"I wanted to explain."
"Explain? Explain what?" I don't know why I was suddenly so angry. Jealousy, maybe. "Did you fuck him?"
"Were you going to?"
"No. I mean... I wasn't planning on it. We just..."
"You're a fucking asshole." I rolled my eyes and headed for the front door.
"I wanted it to be with you!" He shouted in frustration.
I pivoted mid strike and went straight up to him, pounding on his chest with my palms. "Oh really? It didn't look like you minded who it was with." Harry had the decency to blush. "As a matter of fact, you looked like you were enjoying yourself." I gave him another shove. He grappled for my arms but I shrugged him off and he stumbled backwards. "You need to go. Now."
"No. Not until you let me explain."
"Shit, Horan. I don't know." Harry jammed his hands in his coat pockets.
"Go home Harry." I sighed and turned back towards the front door.
"I've never had a gay friend." His voice was soft and pleading.
"What's that supposed to mean? I'm supposed to be your friend, not your gay friend. Why does that make a difference?"
"You know it does."
"Yes it does." He was adamant."You can't tell me that if I was gay, our friendship would be the same. You like me. Liked me." He was kicking at the grass. "I've had plenty of girls like me. I know what to do. What to think. How to feel. Then you came along..."
"Harry, you knew I was gay." It was my turn to blush. "I mean come on. Look at you. What did you expect?"
"I expected you to like me." He was staring at his shoes.
"I wanted you to like me." He brushed fingers through his hair. "I just didn't expect I'd like you back."
"Huh?" Did he just say he liked me? "You like me?"
"Not in a gay way."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously? Did you just say that? In what way exactly?"
"I don't know. I just... that first time we kissed, I was expecting it to be like, I dunno, kissing my brother or something."
"Charming." I was still mad, but I couldn't help but smile.
"I'm serious. What's it like when you kiss a girl?"
I cringed. I remembered the first kiss I had with a girl. I don't even remember her name anymore. That alone should tell you something. But it was like kissing a jar of mayonnaise.
Apparently Harry took note of my reaction. "Exactly. That's what I was expecting."
I shook my head. "You stripped completely naked. And then proceeded to take my clothes off. Your dick was rock hard."
"I didn't know what I was doing." He looked up at me, all puppy dog eyes.
"What? I just figured..."
"You just figured what? Gay guys kiss naked?"
"I just wanted it to be good for you. You can't tell me it wasn't hot." His smile was back and I felt my resolve weakening.
"You're an egotistical jerk."
"You're an ass."
"You're a stupid, smug, cocky, asshole."
Harry just nodded. "So are you going to forgive me?"
"I shouldn't. I should just turn around and forget you ever existed." Not that that was ever going to happen.
Harry took a tentative step towards me. Then another. "So we're friends again?"
"Yeah. I guess so," I relented.
"And you're still in love with me?"
"Ye... what? No. I'm not in love with you!"
"Okay. I was just checking." He nudged me with his shoulder. "For the record, you're a way better kisser than-"
I held up a hand. "Stop! Don't even finish that sentence."
"What? I'm just sayin'."
"Fine." He grabbed me by my jacket and pulled me into a kiss. It was very cliché.
"You can't keep doing tha-"
He kissed me again.