TO BE CONTINUED ( h styles )

iii.

"hey, its harry."

"i have caller id, h."

"oh- i, uh didn't know if you'd have my number saved."

"no its okay, i do."

"i know you wanted space, which im trying to give you. even though its the last thing that i want." juniper could hear him pause. "but just so you know, i bought the pictures that the fucking paparazzi got of us and you leaving this morning. one less thing to worry about."

"oh really? thank you. so much."

"it was nothing, anything for you ba-" he stopped himself. "anything for you."

"im sure it wasn't nothing."

"no, actually they were pretty fucking expensive, but yeah."

he smiled when he heard juniper laugh on the other end of the line. her defences were thawing and she knew that.

"but if you were wanting to make it up to me..."

"if you're about to ask for a blowjob harry-"

"no! but are you offering?"

"you're so fucking annoying i swear."

"i was going to ask you if you wanted to hang out when we get back to london."

"oh, okay." he heard juniper stop, it was like he could feel her thinking. it made him uneasy. "sure."

harry had to suppress yelping embarrassingly out of excitement.

"your place or mine?"

"well, im currently in-between places so, yours?"

"you sold the flat?"

"er, yeah."

"oh."

"i just couldn't stay there, love. hurt a bit too much."

"im sorry."

"its not your fault, sweetheart."

"im still sorry."