Oops! ➵ h.s a.u

"You're in a relationship with my best friend, Harry. My best friend is your girlfriend. We really should not be doing this."

"This is so wrong...- but at the same time...-"

"Nothing's ever felt so right."



Harry Styles Alternate Universe


3. I can't touch what I see.




Songs for this chapter:
- Hold It Against Me | Britney Spears
- Treacherous | Taylor Swift
- Little White Lies | One Direction
- Dangerous Woman | Ariana Grande


Chapter two. 


I can feel the desperation burn behind his eyes as he looks at me; silently begging me to not tell her about us. Like I'm actually going to ruin my best friend's life, by telling her about my one night stand with her boyfriend. Right.

"Uhm...- yea. Hi. I'm Veronica, it's a pleasure to meet you," I stammer and extend my hand for him to take. He looks me strongly in the eyes, which makes my knees wobble, and when he takes my hand, I can feel the usual spark between us.

That same spark that flew around everywhere in his room, where we spent the night. I feel the heat spread in my entire body when I think back to his naked, sweaty body. His raspy voice filling the air and his hair falling into his eyes.

I bite my lip and look down at our connected hands. "I'm Harry. It's a pleasure to meet you, too." He sounds choked and his words forced. His eyes dart frantically around the room and he keeps licking his lips, which unfortunately reminds me of our steamy night, and I choke on the air.

That voice, though. That voice could make any woman's knickers spontaneously combust every time he speaks. Like mine did, when he pulled them off when we were both lying on his bed, tangled in his white, silky sheets

Holy fuck, Veronica! Stop it. It is your best friend's boyfriend you're talking about!

But still. I dare any woman in this world to look at him, and not want him to shag you then and there. I mean, I know what he can do what that beautiful body of his, and I'm hardly able to stand straight and keep my knees from wobbling.

"Ugh, I'm so happy that you two are finally meeting each other! I can just tell that you two are going to get along," Liz smiles and claps her hands together as we sit down; Harry and Elizabeth next to each other, and me in front of Harry.

I smirk as my eyes connect with Harry's and I lick my lips before opening my mouth. "Oh, I'm sure we are."

Liz smiles and Harry chokes on the big sip of water he just took and looks at me with red tainted cheeks. I know it's wrong of me to provoke Harry by reminding him of me and the heated night we spent together, but I can't help it. I want him to think about it as much as I am.

I want him to lust after me, the way I am him. I want him to excuse himself to go to the loo, where I would follow him, and then I want him to kiss me with the passion he did at the club. I want him to want me, the way I want him.

There's an eerie silence over the table. Harry and I are afraid we might give us up to Liz, and Liz is snuggling into Harry, to which I look away - which I know he sees. Then, fortunately, the waiter comes and asks what we want, and I immediately order a glass of wine.

"So, Harry," I start and his eyes immediately find mine and look at me, pleadingly. "What do you do for a living?" I finally ask and almost laugh at his noticeable breath of relief.

"Uhm, I'm a lawyer - or, well I'm studying to become one." He smiles and I nod return his smile. For a moment, it almost feels like it's only Harry and I, on a date maybe. Sharing stories and getting to know each other, as if we were a normal couple.

But we're far from a normal couple. He's dating my best friend and I'm still craving the smallest touch from him.

"What about you?" He asks and takes a sip of water.

"I work at a publishing house, and working on becoming an author myself." He smiles widely at me and doesn't break eye contact as Liz begins to babble on about how much she loves reading what I've written, and how Harry should read it sometime, too, to which he replies that he'd love to.

After that, the conversation runs smooth. Granted that it's mainly Elizabeth who keeps it going, but I think that's to be expected. Dinner is delicious and by each glass of wine I drink, I get more and more courage. Which, to be honest, probably isn't the best thing.

"Hey, Liz. How did it go with your parents?" I ask as I suddenly remember I haven't asked her before. I miss Barbara and Tom. Those lovely folks have been like a second family to me, since the day I met Liz, and I love them all very much.

"Oh brilliant. They miss you, though, and were a little upset that you didn't come along this year. And of course, they were really gutted that Harry didn't come along, but they got over it," she laughs and nudges her boyfriend with her shoulder, and he smiles a loving smile down at her.

Oh yes. This is the opening I've been waiting for. The opening to torment Harry. "What did you do on New Year's then, Harry?" I smirk and wink at him when Liz isn't looking, and I relish in the way his face immediately turns crimson and he coughs violently.

"Uhm, I went out with my mate, Ed." He says after a couple of seconds.

Nuh-uh, Harold. I'm gonna need a little more than that.

"Really? Where?"

"A club called the Rose."

He smiles at me, but I can tell it's forced. I bite my lip and look up at him through my eyelashes; deliberately trying to get a reaction out of him. "And that's all you did that night?" I ask and quietly slide my foot up the side of his leg. He closes his eyes briefly, and when he opens them again, they've turned a shade darker.

He mutters a small 'yes' and licks his lips; still keeping our eyes connected.

"So I guess Veronica here had a much more fun night than either of us," Liz suddenly remarks and I look over at her with wide eyes. She turns to Harry, who's looking at her questioningly, and smirks. "She had fun with a mysterious guy, whom I'm pretty sure she's quite smitten with."

It feels like all air had been knocked out of my lungs and the smirk that rested peacefully on my lips is immediately wiped off. However, a smirk smoothly glides over Harry's perfectly sculpted, and ruby coloured lips, and he takes a sip of water, before resting his folded hands down on the table in front of him, keeping eye contact with me.

"Really? Who is this guy?" He asks, and I get chills from the tone his voice has suddenly turned. I lick my lips nervously and glance around the room to see if there's a waiter anywhere near, so I can distract them by ordering

No such luck. 

I clear my throat and look back and the two people in front of me, who's both waiting for an answer. "Uh, he was just some guy I met... nothing special really."

His smirk falters a bit, but he quickly recovers and wraps an arm around Liz' waist. "Nothing special, huh? Why the blush then?"

Liz smirks and leans into her boyfriend. "That's what I'm talking about. Ron, you wouldn't be blushing if you didn't like the guy. Just tell us if you like him or not, what happened when you met, what happened after you met," she winks and I snort and shake my head before she continues. "I mean, it's not like we know him anyway!"

I groan loudly and then narrow my eyes at my best friend and her boyfriend. "Jesus. Fine! He was really sweet, funny and just...- likeable. We kissed at midnight, and then after that we, uh, went back to his place."

Harry smirks and looks me straight in the eyes. Liz grins widely and claps her hands together excitedly. Wonder what would happen if Liza knew that the guy I'm talking about, is actually her boyfriend. I don't even want to think about it.

"And what exactly did you do at his house?" Liz grins wickedly at me, but this time, both Harry and I blush furiously and briefly connect our eyes. The heat between us is still as burning as it was at New Years, I know it. But this time it's so much more different. Yes, Harry had a girlfriend when we met, but I didn't know her, and I was never going to meet her.

Now, said girlfriend is suddenly my best friend.

"Why you want the details? Want to know about how he kissed me with such passion up against his door? How he roughly threw me on his bed and seductively peeled my clothes off of me?" I look Liz straight in the eyes while saying all of this. She grins and I can tell she's excited for me, but little does she know...

I glance at Harry and his jaw is clenched, his eyes narrowed and a dark shade of green. "Excuse me," he mutters and pushes his chair back, and then storms past Liz and I; headed for the loo I presume.

I gulp and look guiltily at Liz, who's just munching mindlessly on her steak. Fuck I'm a bad friend. I clear my throat and she looks up at me with a broad smile on her lips. I smile hastily back and wipe the corners of my mouth with my napkin, before opening my mouth to speak. "Uhm, I have to use the loo. Too much wine," I laugh and she giggles and nods; unable to speak with food in her mouth. 

I close my eyes and push my chair back. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. I wipe my clammy hands on my dress and push my hair back over my shoulders. I see the toilets ahead and I'm preparing myself for what's about to happen. 

On one hand, I am tipsy and I want him. So bad. I want to feel his sweaty, naked body over - and under - me, I want to hear his loud moaning and small profanities. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel. But on the other hand, I have never felt as clear-headed as I am right now. I know that I have to stop seducing my best friend's boyfriend

I draw in a deep breath as I push the door to the men's room open, not caring the least if there's other men in there, or if people outside is watching me with shock. Still not knowing where this little meeting will lead, I turn around a corner, and there he is. 

Standing over a sink, his face dripping with water and his eyes closed, is Harry standing. He's got a tight grip around the sink and his brows are furrowed deeply. By the sound of my heels against the tiled floor, he opens his eyes and I'm immediately thrown off guard by the vibrant green that shines through the dusty lighting in the small bathroom. 

His jaw immediately clenches as I take a cautious step forward. "Harry, I-"

"What the fuck are you playing at, Ronnie?" He suddenly bursts and interrupts me. I immediately close my mouth and stare at him in shock and surprise. "What were you thinking, making a play at me in front of my girlfriend!"

I'm completely taken aback. Is he seriously trying to pin this on me? I am definitely not the only one who was making a play at the other in front of Liz. Was I? I shake my head and scoff at him; my arms folded in front of my chest and my hip moved to the side. 

"What am playing at? How dare you? I was not the only one, and you know it damn well!" I hiss and point a finger at him. His swallows deeply and his fists are clenched. I have to strain myself to not go for it and smash my lips against his. I take two steps forwards and narrow my eyes at him. "So don't you dare to pretend that you weren't thinking of that night as much as me."

He steps towards me, so we're now standing flush against each other. The strong smell of his aftershave is filling the air around him, making me unable to think straight, and for a moment, my mind is completely rid of everything except for the thought of his lips on mine. 

His lips parts slightly and he seems to be leaning closer to me. Or am I leaning closer to him? My breathing has gotten heavier and in the midst of my jumbled thoughts, my hands have found their way to his firm chest. His hands are planted by my elbows and a lone strand of hair is hanging in front of his eyes. 

"That's just it, Ron. I can't stop thinking about that night."




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