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"With Harry?" Sam wondered.

"What? No, the barmate," Harrison chuckled.

"Oh, uh I'm not sure. Why does it matter?" Sam asked, eyebrows raised with suspicion.

"I guess it doesn't," Harrison huffed, sliding down a little in his seat. If he was being honest, it did matter, it mattered quite a bit, because if anyone should be flirting with you it was him. He watched as you laughed at whatever the man was saying and nodded along. He felt jealousy raging inside of him, but he could do nothing about it, without you finding out how desperately in love with you he was.

Harry made his way back over, leaving you on your own at the bar. "That guy is persistent," he chuckled as he slid into his seat.

"What do you mean?" Harrison quizzed.

"He asked for y/n's number twice, got shot down twice, and is still shooting his shot," he laughed, glancing back at you.

"You left her over there?" Sam asked.

"No, she said we had to get back to our friends, I didn't even realize she was still standing there till I was halfway back," he told the boys in defense.

Haz wasn't sure exactly what prompted his next decision, but one minute he was sitting and the next thing he knew he was walking up to your side and putting his arm around you. You glanced up at him smiling, thankful to have him by your side, a perfect excuse to get away from the chatty bartender.

"It was nice talking to you but I really do have to get back to my friends," you told him.

"Like I said before, I'll be here if you're ever interested," he shot you a wink, making you wince in disgust. Haz saw the way he made you feel uncomfortable.

"Hey mate, if she said no, that's what that means, no need to make her uncomfortable," Haz told the guy.

"Hey, sorry I was just being friendly," he said, throwing his hands up in defense.

"Yeah well there is a difference between friendly and creepy, learn it." Harrison pulled you away from the bar, and back towards the table.

"What was that?" You asked him.

"What?" He Wondered.

"That look you had when you were talking to him, it was kinda hot," Harrisons cheeks flushed red at your words, he wasn't sure what to do, or say. "thanks for coming to the rescue," you told him, kissing his cheek gently. You slid into your seat, grabbing your drink and joining in on the conversation with the boys.

A few hours had passed, and after many beers and lots of laughs you were ready to go home. "I'm gonna head home boys," you told the group standing up.

"Are you getting a car?" Harrison asked. You smiled and nodded. "Can I come? Make sure you get home safe?"

"Sure prince charming," you giggled as he got up. You waved goodbye to the rest of the boys, blowing them each a kiss before walking towards the front door of the pub. "Car should be here in a few minutes," you told Harrison as you rubbed your arms, which were filled with goosebumps from the chill in the air.

"Cold?" He asked you.

"A bit," you admitted, he walked over hugging you, pulling your body into his. He was warm and smelled amazing. "You were jealous earlier," you told him as you nuzzled your cheek against his chest.

"What?" He asked.

"The barmate, you snapped at him, cause you were jealous, Sammy told me," you giggled.

"I swear that boy has the biggest-" you pressed your finger against his lips shutting him up.

"You know, you don't have to be jealous, one question and I'm all yours Hazzy," you cooed. You watched as his eyes widened, and just as he was about to respond the car pulled up Infront of the two of you. You climbed into the car sliding over to the far side so Harrison had space to sit. The car ride was quiet, and quick. Before you knew it you were back at your flat, your drunk fingers fumbling with the keys to unlock the door.

"Got it!" You cheered pushing your front door open and walking in, Harrison following closely behind. "Ok prince charming, I'm home. Are you staying with me tonight? I'd hate to send you away," you said cheekily.

"Want me to?" He wondered as he sat down in your living room.

"Always," you giggled, as you danced your way to sit next to him on the couch. You sat up, putting your feet in his lap, heels still on and everything. "Take em off?" You asked.

He smiled at you, unclasping the buckle to each heel, pulling them off of your feet, and dropping them on the floor in front of you. He let his hands rest on your ankles rubbing them slightly, but you could tell he was holding something back.

"What's on your mind?" You wondered. He glanced up at you, a small smile on his lips.

"One question?" He repeated your words from before. Your cheeks flushed.

"Haz, you are so smart, but so oblivious," you giggled.

"What? Why?" He laughed. You considered your next move for a few seconds, deciding to just go for it (thanks alcohol). You pushed yourself up and threw one leg over his, so you were straddling him now. You rested yourself on his lap and grabbed onto his shoulders for added balance. "You ever wonder why I never leave the bar with anyone, despite how many people hit on me?" You asked.

"Why?" He asked, bringing his hands up to your waist.

"Cause I was waiting for a total div to realize that I like him, guess I'm just gonna have to make the first move myself though," you shrugged, shooting him a smirk. As you went to lean in for a kiss, he lifted you, flipping you so you were laid out on the couch on your back with him between your legs.

"Wanna know what I was thinking about Tonight?" He asked, his face dangerously close to yours. You nodded your head watching as he stared down at you. "I was thinking about how mad I would be if that loser actually managed to get your number when I couldn't even muster up the courage to tell you how I feel," he said.

"Tell me now," you whispered.

"I'm madly in love with you Y/N. I have been for so long. You drive me crazy. Everytime I see you, I want to pull you in to a kiss, and last week when we were at the hot tub party, I wanted to rip that bikini off of you and take you to my bed and fuck you for hours, untill you couldn't take it anymore," he whispered, leaning farther down.

"Do it now Hazzy," you whispered. He groaned loudly at that. He shook his head, sitting up.

"Not like this, not while we're both drunk. I want you, I want this, but I want you to want this too," he told you. He threw his head back and groaned again. You sat up, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to you.

"You're too good for this world, for me," you giggled, pressing your lips against his in a quick kiss. "Can we cuddle at least?" You asked him.