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


4. I thought I'd like to make you mine.

Songs for this chapter:
Oops | Little Mix ft. Charlie Puth
Bad Liar | Selena Gomez
- Hands to Myself | Selena Gomez
- Shower | Becky G



Harry Styles. A simple name, really, but just the thought of it, makes my knees go weak. Just the thought of those deep, green eyes and soft, pink lips makes my mind run away with me. 

I swirl mindlessly around on my office chair and chew on the end of my pen. The manuscript in front of me is screaming at me to do my work, but I can't. I can't focus on what I'm actually supposed to do. All I can think about is him

Lauren is sitting in front of me, skimming through page after page, now and then looking up to see if I'm still as unfocused as I was five minutes before. I always am. I don't know what it is about Harry. It was just a one-night thing and I have no plans on ever doing it again with him, but still. For some unexplainable reason, I am paralyzed by the thought of him, and I can't seem to think about anything but him

"Hey, slacker, you planning on doing any work or are you just going to be lollygagging the entire time?" I hear a voice say from beside me and I look away from the ceiling and over at the blonde guy sitting two seats away from me. Grayson has a smirk on his lips and I roll my eyes at him when we make eye contact.

"Mind your own bloody business, Gray," I sing-song and give him my best fake smile, to which he laughs loudly and shakes his head in amusement as he looks back to his screen. I giggle and look at my manuscript and fiddle with my red pen in my hand; mentally forcing myself to start working. That is of course, till I hear Lauren trying to get my attention and I look up again.

"You alright, love?" She whispers and leans across her desk to try to gain some privacy. 

I nod and purse my lips. "Yea, just a lot on my mind. It's nothing," she doesn't really seem to by into my lie but drops it anyway, which I'm so grateful for. She smiles weakly and sits back in her chair. After that, I'm back to swirling in my chair, telling myself to do what I'm actually paid to do. But no such luck. 

I keep on dwelling in the shame and the excitement of having slept with Harry, and his words keep on running through my head. 

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

He can't stop thinking about it. I can't help the small spark of hope that's ignited inside of me by the thought. Bloody hell, I have to stop doing this to myself. He is dating Liz and I cannot, for the life of me, ever do something like that again with him. 

But I can't shake the memory of his flushed cheeks after he spilt the words; like he didn't mean to say it. I can't stop thinking about how his eyes drank in my body and how the usual spark between us, yet again, was ignited. 

But I can't think like that, so instead of continuing the self-torment, I force myself to focus on my manuscript. So much, that I actually get a little under half done by the time Lauren nudges me to go to lunch with her. 

I put on my best smile and follow her across the street from Kingsley Publishing House and into a small café, where Lauren ushers over to a table with a heater above. The cold January weather is pulling everyone down, and I can tell that everyone in the café feels the same way about it as us by their tired gazes as they sit daydreaming and munching on their food. 

The waitress comes over and Lauren and I both order a burger and a coke, and when the waitress leaves again with a smile Lauren smacks her hands down at the table and gives me a wide-eyed look. 

"So tell me what the fuck there's going on with you, bitch!" She demands and I flush immediately. She lifts a sassy eyebrow at me and I shake my head profusely. "Oh no, love. You better tell me right fucking now, or I'm leaving your pasty ass here with the bill."

I snort and roll my eyes at her. "I already told you, nothing is going on. I have a lot on my mind, and I guess I'm just distracted." I shrug it off like it's nothing, but in reality, my head is a whirlwind of confusion and I don't know how to bloody handle it. 

"Alright, and now the real reason?" She pushes and I groan and immediately grab the glass of Coke the waitress just placed in front of me. 

Realising I can't push the matter any further, I crumble down and shamefully close my eyes before opening my mouth to speak. "Remember the lad from new years?" I ask tentatively and bite my lip nervously. Slowly, a smirk forms on her red painted lips and she winks knowingly at me. I laugh awkwardly and scratch the back of my head. 

"Who? The one who had his tongue down your throat, and your... well you know," she teases and I cringe at the mention of the probably worst decision of my life. Her smile falters and her shoulders slump a bit by my sullen expression. "Bloody hell, Ron. What happened?"

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. "I didn't realise that the girlfriend he talked about was her, Lauren. It didn't really matter to me that he had a girlfriend, I wasn't ever going to see him again, but then when she took me out to eat with her and her boyfriend, I just... there he was. As dashing as I remember from the night we had sex."

Lauren's mouth is agape when I open my eyes again and she's looking quizzically at me with her wide, brown eyes. "Who's his girlfriend, Veronica?" She whispers with a slight tremor in her voice. 

At this point, all I really want is for the ground to open wide and swallow me whole. Anything but the constant reminder of what a terrible friend I am. "Elizabeth."

Silence. The expected silence that comes from the name that slips past my lips and into the air that surrounds our small table. I look up from my lap to Lauren, whom I suspect has run off, but who thankfully still sits there in front of me. Her face pale and lips parted and look like she's just seen a ghost or some shit. 

The waitress arrives with our food, but I've quite frankly lost my appetite. I gulp and keep on just looking at Lauren, who are still gathering her thoughts. 

A few minutes later, she suddenly regains consciousness and snaps her mouth closed. "What the fuck, Ronnie! Did you honestly shag your best friend's boyfriend?!" She suddenly yells, making everyone in the café turn their heads to our table and I quickly shush her and send apologetic looks to the others. "What the hell were you thinking?" 

"Well I didn't know they were dating at the time, okay? If I did, do you honestly think I would've still done it?" I whisper-yell back and she rolls her eyes at me as if what I said was the stupidest thing ever.

"Don't give me that, Veronica Keller. I see the way you light up by the mention of his name. You still bloody fancy him, and you know it just as well as I do!" I take a big gulp of my drink to mask the redness of my cheeks that's just arrived by the busting of the one lie I've been telling myself since two days ago when he told me he couldn't stop thinking about me, and I threw it back in his face by telling him that he shouldn't and neither should I.

But the truth is, I don't want to stop thinking about him and his gentle touch. I don't want to forget the jealousy I feel every time I think about the fact that he's not mine, and instead my best friends. I don't want to forget him and I ever happened. 

That's the problem, isn't it?

Then, after a very stern glare from Lauren, I told her everything that happened since then. Everything from the way I slid my leg up against his under the table to the way he told me he couldn't stop thinking about that night, just like me. 

When I'm done, we're back at our desks and silently working on our manuscripts. Lauren never comments on it, I don't think she can. Quite frankly I understand why. 

Grayson keeps on bugging me about being distracted when he notices that I keep reading the same sentence again and again. I flip him off every time, which I honestly think only fuels his humour. Until Lauren tells him to shut the hell up and he quiets down. I smirk and high-five Lauren and then get back to work. 

When the clock strikes five, I am almost done with my manuscript and rubbing my eyes out of tiredness. Lauren and Grayson wave me goodbye when we step outside the building, and I make my way towards my car. 

I'm beyond exhausted from the mental battle I've been having all day, and I can't wait to get home and snuggle under several layers of carpets and have a brew. 

At least, that's what I think I'm doing until I hear my phone beep and I look to see who's texting me and what the person has texted. 

From: Unknown: Can we talk?

Even though it's only three words, I can feel who it is that's texted me. 

Harry Styles. A simple name, yes, but just the thought of it, makes my knees go weak. Just the thought of those deep, green eyes and soft, pink lips makes my mind run away with me, and I can't do anything about it, other than condoning to whatever it is he wants. 

I'm bound, really, and I think I may love it. 

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