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"I honestly feel like I'm in a dream."

Hearing a deep chuckle coming from behind me, I turn around to look at the taller man with a raised eyebrow.

"Leave me be, Harold. I've never been in a penthouse as expensive as this."

"My name's not Harold", he pouts while taking off his jacket, leaving him in just his low buttoned shirt and holy mother, I didn't know it made his biceps bulge this much. How am I supposed to keep my cool around this walking sêx god?!

Swallowing the forming lump in my throat, I turn back around to look around Harry's flat.
It has a big open living room with dark brown leather couches and a connected kitchen. On one wall, there is another door to the guest bathroom and then there is a little hallway which leads to Harry's bedroom and his bathroom, as he informs me while I'm standing in the middle of his living room, trying to wrap my head around that holy shít, I'm in Harry Styles' flat!!

"Do you want anything to drink?", he kindly offers to which I give a thankful smile and a nod. "Just water, please."

Hearing him rustle through his kitchen, I carefully step right at the big windows that basically make out two walls of his living room.

"Holy shìt, Harry, the view is amazing", I exclaim, looking over my shoulder at him coming towards me, a glass of water in his hand and a soft smile on his lips. "You have to see it at night or when the sun is setting, then. One for one, the lights in the buildings turn on while it gets more and more dark outside. It's honestly a little sad that I'm only in this flat for like three weeks each year. Most of the time I'm in Los Angeles", the green-eyed man retorts to which I hum, taking a sip of my water.

Feeling his intense stare on me, I turn back around to look over the countless buildings of London, not wanting him to see my pink cheeks. But his low chuckle lets me know that he in fact saw it. Dammit.

"Are you gonna stare at the city all day?"

"Are you gonna stare at me all day?" Raising a brow, I turn back around to face the taller lad who now has a little smirk playing on his lips. And fùck me if it isn't the most sexy thing I have ever seen.

Taking a step closer to me, Harry roams his eyes over my whole body, making me want to squirm under his intense gaze but I stand completely still, holding my breath.

"I'm just enjoying the view, baby."

Willing my knees not to quiver at his words and the baby that makes my heart beat incredibly faster, I take another sip of my water, emptying the glass. Stay strong, Tommo. You can't give in just five minutes after you two arrived at his flat. You're not a slût.

"The view is right behind me."

He snorts, taking yet another step towards me. "Why would I care about London when I have the most beautiful view right in front of me?" Smooth, Styles.

I just sigh, slipping out from the tight space between the cold glass and his hot body. As I'm walking to the kitchen to put my glass in the dishwasher, I make sure to swing my hips with every step I take because a little teasing never hurts, does it? Also, I didn't put on my tightest pair of skinny jeans that I own (Niall calls them my "I wanna get fucked"-jeans) for nothing.

"So Harold, what did you plan on doing?", I question, turning back around to see him still standing at the glass front, his eyes set on me. At my question, he tilts his head, shrugging. "I honestly didn't plan anything. If you're hungry, I can start making the pasta I promised you?"

I nod, shrugging my shoulders while I make myself at home on one of the leather couches. "I'm always in for home cooked food. But we could always just order pizza, you know. I don't want you to feel like you have to cook for me."

Harry just throws me a dimpled smile before he makes his way to the kitchen and starts getting out different ingredients. "It's completely fine, I promise. I love cooking and since you said you always eat take-out I want to cook something for you."

Blushing slightly, I just smile back and murmur a Thank you.

"You're welcome, baby. Now relax a little bit, watch Netflix and enjoy yourself while I cook you the pasta of your life!", he grins and I can't keep from giggling because how can someone be sexy and dorky at the some time?

"I'll hold you to that, Styles. You better make me the best pasta I've ever tasted."

Sorry, you'll have to wait a little bit longer to get the smut I know you guys are dying for 😉😂