" 𝖂hat do you mean you don't like Bowie?".

Darlene rolls her eyes at the way Harry's jaw drops in offence as if she's just said that she doesn't like Taylor Swift.

"I mean that I don't like Bowie", she shrugs casually sipping her wine.

Harry scowls tilting his head to consider her for a moment.

When her gaze doesn't waver from his over the rim of the glass, his scowl turns into an annoyed frown.

"Then what do you like?".

"Fleetwood Mac, Adele, Taylor Swift", she admits proudly.

Sighing, Harry settles back on the couch carefully narrowing his eyes at her while she continues drinking her wine and stares at him.

"Who's your favourite in One Direction?".

A loud cackle escapes her lips which soon reduces to an infectious giggle.

Harry's eyes remain on her in an amused manner, his own lips twitching to form a smile.

"Definitely not you".

He perks a brow leaning close to her and gently pulling the wine glass down when she goes to drink from it again.

He holds her gaze, bright green eyes looking straight into her somber blue ones.

Darlene's breath gets momentarily caught in her throat — her mind racing at a million miles per second trying to decipher the look in his eyes.

Their drunken, intoxicated states are anything but ideal to remain so close to each other and yet, the very fact that they're not in their right mind feels enthralling to them.

It was Darlene who offered him to tag along on the trip. It was Darlene who showed up at his room after dinner with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

It was Darlene who surprised him with the idea of booking their rooms under their siblings' names.

And now, it's Harry who's leaning in slowly edging to close the gap between them.

"You didn't answer my question", he whispers, lips barely touching hers.

Her breathing goes awry, chest rapidly rising and falling with every breath she takes.

"Louis".

"Hmm?".

Harry glances up at her and the sight of his dilated pupils in such proximity makes her gulp down the anxious bubbling inside of her.

"Louis' my favourite member".

His mouth twists into a faint smirk, her own lip being caught between her teeth to suppress the grin begging to show.

"Oh, yeah?".

She hums making him nod and lean back slightly for a moment.

"Guess you won't like this then".

She's barely given any time to comprehend before his lips are on hers and she's inhaling a sharp breath.

Hesitantly, Darlene's hand comes up to his hair and she pulls him close leaning forward to deepen the kiss.

His fingers delicately run over the side of her jaw — her mouth opening to let him escalate the kiss.

Soon, the sounds of their heavy breaths are the only sounds surrounding the room.

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