His Bandmate

I don't really know what to feel anymore. I feel guilty most of the time, uncertain and really confused. I've seen Harry several times since our walk in the park last week, he doesn't seem to know anything about Louis and me and I've decided not to say anything right now. I don't want to bring something up if it's not necessary. I don't like hurting people. I really like Harry, he is such a sweet guy. The only thing that bothers me, or not bother, but makes me wonder a little. Is the fact that we haven't really made out or done anything more. We kiss and hug and cuddle, but the kisses always ends before they get to heated, I don't know if it's because of me or him. He haven't tried anything else either, which feels strange to me, every guy I've been with has tried something pretty quick in the relationship. We haven't really talked about what we are, I guess we're just dating at this point. But do I want more? It feels like something is holding me back. I just don't know what it is.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Harry ask beside me. We're sitting on my couch watching TV after eating some takeout food. His arm is tightly layed around my shoulder and I'm leaning my body weight against him as the boring sit-come runs on the screen. He came over after I got of work at five and we've been sitting on this couch for two hours.

“Nothing. This show is so boring.” I whine, trying to shake my thoughts away. Now is not the time to think about these things. That makes him chuckle close to my ear as he reach for the remote to change the channel.

“Then, let's watch something else.” He still chuckles as he switches the channel to something else. Another sit-come, but this ones a little funnier. Something to pass the time with at least. It's been a long week and it's friday night. Maybe there's some movie on tonight.

“Hey, do you want to go to a party later?” Harry ask after a while, looking down at me. I look a little shocked up at him. A party?

“Who's party?” I ask, wondering a little scared if Louis will be there. What should I do if he is? Can I ignore the parties where he's at? Not probably. I guess I have to deal with him sooner or later, but maybe I'll take the later.

“It's my friend Carl. I don't know how many people it will be, but it will be fun. Please! You could meet my friends.” He say a little pleading. The thought of friends scared me.

“Will the guys from your band be there?” I ask, trying to sound like I was hoping they were. We haven't talked too much about them or the first time I met them. But I only wanted to know if Louis would be there, I wanted to be prepared.

“No, I don't think so. Liam is probably going to show, but I don't think any of the others could come.” Oh, good! Then he won't be there at least. He gives me those pleading eyes of his.

“Okey, fine. I'll go.” I snicker and give him a smile back as his widens. It will be nice to meet some of his friends, we've mostly been cooped up in my apartment alone. And since I know that Louis won't be there, I can relax and have some fun with Harry. Maybe he will loosen up some more, or I will. I don't know who's the tense one here.

After going through my closet to find something to wear after a nice shower I stand in my underwear, looking at myself in the mirror. I don't have such a bad body, it's slim but with curves on the right places. I've always been pretty comfortable in my own body, even though I don't like to show it off too much. I'm at an okey length with my 5 feet and 6 inches, making me tall but still able to wear heals without feeling too tall. I pull the blue high waist skirt on and then the black top without a back. I turn around and look myself in the mirror, I love this skirt, it ends a little over the knee and has several layers, making it flow a little as I twirl. I put on a line of black eyeliner on the top of my eyes and some mascara, then some blush and I feel ready. I leave my hair down so it falls down in my natural curls, down my shoulders and back. I look myself in the mirror one last time as I pull the black jacket over my shoulders and get my purse to go out of my apartment where Harry waits in his car. He went home to change too and texted that he was here to pick me up.

He gives me a smile as I sit down on the seat beside him in the car, he kisses my cheek and then he starts the car and drive off. His friend lives a little outside of town and I feel a little unsettled to be so far from home, it would be so expensive to take a cab from here if, for some reason, Harry decided to ditch me. Not that I ever think he would, he's such a nice guy. But still, it makes everything much scarier. I'm nervous enough to meet his other friends, the first ones didn't go so well. Thank god that I haven't slept with too many guys in London, so there shouldn't be a chance that Harry knows any more. I know for sure that he doesn't know my ex.

Harry takes my hand as we walk from the car to the big house where the party is clearly in full bloom. The music is blasting through the open windows and I can both hear and see people on the inside. I feel my breathing quicken as we get closer, this didn't go so great the last time. Please, let it be better this time! Harry gives me a cheeky grin as we enter the door without knocking and he kisses my cheek again as he pulls my jacket off my shoulders.

“You want anything to drink?” Harry asks as we start walking through the people that is standing all over the place. I had thought it would be a small party but this was huge, there was easy thirty people in this massive kitchen that Harry led me to.

“Yes, please.” I smiled up at him and he pulls my hand with him as he walked over to the fridge. I took the beer with a smile that Harry handed me.

“Harry!” I heard a loud shout and looked over at the guy who was walking over to us. Harry seemed happy to see the guy and I smiled sweetly as they hugged. “It's been so long! How are you?” He asked and looked over at me with a shocked expression. He was about Harry's height but much broader built and with a light brown buzz cut.

“I'm good. How about you? Good party!” Harry said, his voice a little raised to be able to be heard over the loud music.

“I'm awesome. Who is this?” He said nodding towards me and Harry turned, putting a hand behind my back. I felt his hand touch the skin on my bare back, giving me goosebumps.

“This is Juli. Juli this is my mate Carl.” Harry introduced us and I smiled wide and held my hand out to shake the guys big hand. He surprised me a little by only shaking my hand and not leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek. Otherwise that seems to be the way you do it here.

“So lovely to meet you, Juli. Welcome to my humble home!” He said with a laugh. I mean, this house is huge and there had to be at least a couple of rooms in it. Nice that he can joke about it at least.

“Nice to meet you too.” I said and smiled at the guy.

“I have to go greet some other people, but please feel at home and drink whatever you'd like. I'll see you guys later.” He said and was off.

“Come on.” Harry said as he pulled me towards the big doors facing the garden at the back of the house. We stepped out onto a expansion to the house which had walls and a roof made of glass. There was even more people there, it was a bit chilly here, but there was heaters running around every table, making it nice and cosy.

“Haz!” Someone shouted, but I didn't react, looking around myself at the beautiful surrounding. It wasn't until Harry waved and shouted back that I frowned. Haz?

“Hey.” He said and pulled me towards one of the tables in the corner, the furthest away from us. There was about eight people sitting around the table, but as we came closer I recognized one. It was Liam, the first of his bandmates that I had met, if you didn't count Louis. Which I didn't.

“You came!” Liam stands up to give Harry a hug and then he gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Nice to see you again.” He said with such a sweet smile. He seemed honest. I smiled back at him.

“It's nice to see you too.” I said before Harry introduced me to the others around the table. Some names I recognized from a couple of stories that Harry had told be before, but none that really stood out. I was grateful that these people was content with giving me a wave and not kiss me on the cheek. Harry sat down on a chair and pulled me down with him so I was sitting on his lap. I saw a couple of eyes at us, but tried to ignore them.

I started to relax as I got my second beer in me and talked a little more freely with Harry's friends. They asked me a lot of questions about my background, questioning why I moved here. They seemed so nice and a guy named Luke, was very hilarious and told a couple of stories that made Harry blush. I laughed loud and caress Harry's cheek when the others didn't see. He was so cute. He eyed me sweetly and I have him a happy grin. When the third beer came I realized that I needed to go to the bathroom before drinking any more. Harry gave me directions to the nearest bathroom but the line was long. I walked a little further into the house, hoping to find another bathroom, a house this big should have a couple. I found one on the second floor, down a emptier hall. I freshened up and checked my makeup in the mirror before walking out.

“Hello there.” I heard a voice behind me as I took a step down the hall. I froze both in shock and in fear. I recognized that voice, even just the slightest. I slowly turned around to find him leaning against the wall, looking like he had been waiting for me. His hands were down in his pant pockets as one leg rested against the wall. His hair was styled up in a mess on his head and he was wearing a white t-shirt with his black jeans. I tried to swallow, but my throat felt thick. Louis. He smiled as he saw the shock on my face. “Weird to run into you here.” He said low, walking slowly closer to me. I was frozen in place, like a mouse by a snake. His bright eyes mesmerized me. He stopped just in front of me, my back was now against the wall. “And with Harry of all people...” He breathed. “I don't see it. You two I mean.” He said, his lips so close to mine that they wear almost touching. Why didn't I do anything? Why didn't I move? Push him away? Scream? I tried to swallow again, but my fast breathing made it hard.

“I remember this.” He say and run his index finger along my blushing cheek and down my throat. “I remember every part of this.” He continue to run his hand down my chest, over my breast. I feel my heart hammer in my chest. “Nice to know that I still have this affect on you.” He whisper, chuckling, clearly seeing my heavy breathing, before he pull back and start to walk down the hall. I watch after him until I no longer see his back. My breathing is out of control and it feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest. What the hell? How could he have this affect on me? I could feel that my panties had become a little damp from the arousal that he caused me. I got flashbacks from the amazing sex we'd had, the way he had touched me and made me moan. Why did this have to happen? Why did I feel this appeal to this guy? I slide down the wall as my breathing calmed down.

What was I going to do?

Notes

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