Love is war ~ styles

Chapter 20

Kates pov

I lay him down back in his spot.

"I hope you're comfortable" I say in seriousness.

"I am. But I would be more comfortable if you lay here with me" He seems like he's joking but it's obvious he's not. He adds a wink.

"Yeah right mate" I half giggle. "I'm going to call one of the boys to see if they'll stay with you" I sit down next to him at the end of the couch, staring at his devilish smile.

"Have fun trying. They were all drinking, they probably are getting taken care of by babes like you" He flirts like it's his natural self.

"Niall" I state so proud.

"Yeah, right. Like he wants to stay here. He would feel the need to punch me out everytime he looks at me" He sounds slightly less drunk.

I stare at his still dark eye, examing the bruises. "Shit" I whipser to myself, but loud enough for Harry to hear. He chuckles a bit.

I stand up, slowly looking around his living room, it was fancy, but nothing over dramatic, it was Harry.

"Come cuddle with me" He has his arms out, like I was going to say yes.

I just stare at his face. it was sad how cute he looked. "Put some pants on and maybe we'll talk" I smirk and look back at the painting on the wall.

The clocked tick 2am. I was ready to pass out. I would do anything to be home right now.

I look at Harry on the couch, I couldn't tell if he was sleeping or just being a jerk and watching me.

"You seem uncomfortabe in that dress and those heels?" Harry says being genuinely concerned. "Do you want to borrow a shirt of something?" He offers still in his same exact spot, nothing moving but his mouth.

I nod.

"I wil be right back then" He smiles, and runs up the stairs, fairly quickly.