Lemonade and Club69✔

Chapter.7

Happy birthday to our very own Liam!

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When we got to his house, Harry let me through the door and I looked around the familiar house.

He locked his door and led me to the sofa.

"You slapped me, how do you feel about that?" He asked after he had gotten two bottles of water from the kitchen and handed me one.

He also had a packet of frozen peas pressed to his cheek.

"I feel like pulling out your hair out, strand by strand." I answered after I had taken a swig of my water.

"See why I think you are a bitch?" He rolled his eyes.

"Well you can't really blame me, can you?" I asked.

"I have an Interview tomorrow in the afternoon and if this bruises then I will have your head or your arse." He said seriously.

I gulped and he burst out laughing.

"You should have seen your face!" He said through fits of laughter.

What the hell? Such a child.

I took out my phone and looked down at it, not really doing anything but just distracting myself so I don't look at him because I would pull out his hair if he presses the wrong one.

"Hey! No phones during work hours." He said and snatched my phone from my hands, putting it in his pocket before I could get it back.

"Give it back!" I desperately tried to get it back but my attempts were futile so I retreated.

He then sat down next to me.

"Here." He handed me the peas and I looked at him confused.

"Huh?"

"You did this." He gestured to his face. "So you take care of it."

Was he being serious right now?

"How 'bout no? I don't need to take care of shit for you, you deserved what you got." I replied but he glared at me.

I internally cowered but I was not gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

"Fine!" I grabbed the packet from him and stood up, he closed his eyes and waited for me to press it to his cheek but I stood up and went to the kitchen.

Harry's house was really huge and the kitchen was just on another level. It was massive and immaculate.

Despite being the stupid arse that I knew, he sure did have decor taste.

Anyway, I dumped the peas on the counter and made my way back to him and sat down.

"What the fuck?" He opened his eyes when he felt my presence. I bet he thought I went to change the packet.

"What?" I feigned innocence.

"Niall, I'm about to bruise here and you just take back the thing that was preventing that from happening?" He looked angry but I had more important things to think about.

"How do you know my name?" I narrowed my eyes at him but he only smirked.

"Let's just say, I'm a very observant person. And I listen closely." Harry replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

"What are you? Some kind of stalker?" I asked angrily.

It didn't sit well with me that Harry knew my name without me telling him. Who knows what else he knew about me that I wouldn't want him knowing?