Harry #7

                                    

                                          
This imagine is for @Mpgp123 ! Hope you enjoy!
Also, shout out to @xsidementrash because I didn't realize until I was almost done with the imagine that I basically used your imagine for the whole thing and I feel bad about it :/
[Word Count:1205]
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Y/N's POV
                          
You sigh as you step into the tube. You never were a big fan of the underground system beneath London. You were only doing it today so that you could visit your best friend, Cal.
                          
You would drive yourself to his flat, but unfortunately, they recently used your car for a video and it ended up with a deflated tire. Of course, no one knew how to fix it, so a tow truck got it and it's now being repaired in a car shop.
                          
As your stop approaches, you move close to the door, ready to get out of this confined space. The doors open and you dash out of them, running up the steps to the London air.
                          
You walk into Cal's flat building and greet the doorman. He knows you by name, since you come over here so often. You make your way to the elevator, and patiently wait for it to reach the floor you're on. 
                          
As you wait, you look around, noting everything that's changed since you've previously been here. Not much is different, but it looks like they've gotten a new receptionist.
                          
As you arrive at Cal's door, you knock and pull out your phone, knowing how long it takes any of them to answer the door. 
                          
Luckily, it opens much faster than you were expecting. "Y/N!" Cal shouts as he sees you standing there. He pulls you into a hug, and gestures for you to come inside. "Some of us were just about to go see a movie. Do you want to come?"
                          
You nod your head. You didn't ride the tube to see Cal for a total of two minutes, so of course you're going.
                          
You follow him further into his flat,  looking to see who else is here. Everyone smiles at you and waves. You greet Tobi, Cal(lux), and Ethan.
                          
You sigh in relief. At least he's not here.
                          
"Great. Is she coming, too?" You hear his all too familiar voice ask. You turn around to see Harry standing in the doorway, a look that is a mixture of anger and disappointment on his face. 
                          
You and Harry hate each other. No, hate isn't a strong enough word. You loathe each other. It's not that you didn't try to be friend with him, you thought he was hot the first time you met him. But, for whatever reason, from the moment he met you, he has been throwing insult after insult at you.
                          
Cal speaks up as you glare at Harry. "Yeah, she is. So, could you guys please just get along for this one day?" He asks, looking between the two of you. 
                          
"Oh, I try to get along with him." You tell Cal, quickly glancing at Harry. "I can't help it that he's is a conceited jerk!"
                          
Harry scoffs at your words. "Well, maybe if you weren't a whore, I'd be able to stand you." You gasp at him, using all of your strength not to punch him in the face. 
                          
"Okay, enough." Cal says, stepping between the two of you and putting his hands up. "We are all going to a movie. The first Uber is going to be here any minute."
                          
Cal fills you in on how the first Uber can only fit four people and two others have to call another Uber.
                          
Ethan jumps up off of the couch, yelling, "Uber's here!" And running toward the door. Before you get the chance to talk about it, everyone has ran past you and you watch as the door closed behind Tobi, leaving Harry stuck inside with you.
                          
"You have got to be kidding." You state, looking at Harry. Out of everyone, you two had to get stuck riding together. 
                          
You let out a sigh and walk into the bathroom to freshen up while Harry calls an Uber. You pull chapstick out of your purse and rub it against your lips. You've always had a bad habit of letting your lips get too dry.
                          
You watch as Harry walks into the bathroom. He glares at you for a second before speaking. "Move."
                          
You turn and cross your arms. "No. I was here first." You tell him, standing your ground.
                          
He rolls his eyes before moving you out of the way and running cold water on his face.
                          
As he grabs a towel to set the wage off, you quickly reach down into the running water and cup some, tossing it onto Harry's shirt.
                          
He freezes as he water drips down his shirt. "You did not just do that." He says, bringing the towel away from he face. He turns to look at you, angrily, but it only makes you laugh. 
                          
"Sorry?" You offer, with no hint of actual remorse. "You might want to change that shirt." You tell him, pointing down at his now see through white shirt. 
                          
He sigh and before you realize what's happening, he's pulling the wet shirt off.
                          
Dang. You one that he was hot, but seeing him shirtless is like a gift from the gods. You watch as he reaches over to a shirt on a drying rack and grabs it. Your eyes are glued to his torso the entire time. 
                          
He stops before putting the shirt on. "You're checking me out!" He exclaims, turning toward you. He smirks and sets the shirt down on the counter. 
                          
Scoffing, you roll your eyes and look away from him. "Please, like there's anything to check out."
                          
You can tell he doesn't believe you. He slowly moves closer to you, and you can't help but feel your heartbeat increase. "Oh, you so were." He whispers, just a foot away from you.
You don't respond, knowing that he's right. "That's what I thought."
                          
"I hate you." You mumble, leaning against the counter.
                          
Harry smiles and comes closer to you. "I hate you, too." He says, so close that you can feel his breath against your face. You gulp as you watch his eyes flicker to you lips. 
                          
Before you know it, his hands are on your waist and his mouth is lighting yours on fire. You melt into the kids and place your hands in his hair, tugging it to get him closer.
                          
You hear him moan which only makes this kiss more passionate. How you could go from hating someone to making out with them, you have no idea. Then again, you never really truly hated him. 
                          
He pulls away from the kids and moves his head to your neck.
                          
Before you can go further, his phone rings. He groans against your skin and pulls away, answering the phone.
                          
"Uber's here." He quickly states, pulling that shirt on. You begin to walk out of the bathroom, until he grabs you wrist and turns you back to ward him. 
                          
He grabs the sides of your face and places another heated kiss against your lips before pulling away. You stand there, shocked, watching him walk out the door.