Restless [Reckless Sequel] || Harry Styles AU (DISCONTINUED)

9: get that ring

"Fuck you!" I shouted, trying to get the water out of my ears.

He just grinned and jogged into the house.

I shook my head slowly and turned back to Taylor and Julia. I placed my empty cup on the cement and started to wring out my hair.

"I swear if Raf did that to me, I'd throw some hands," Julia giggled, sticking her straw between her teeth.

"I just have more self control than you do," I shrugged.

"Hell yeah you do," she nodded confidently.

"I'm gonna put hair dye in his shampoo for that one. I still had a fucking sip left in my cup."

"Adam can make more," Taylor assured.

I almost didn't know who she was talking about until I remembered Calvin's real name. He told us that he didn't mind us calling him either name, but Calvin's the first that comes to mind.

"Wait, you didn't finish the story!" Taylor reminded, and Julia groaned.

"Oh! So, Jules told her great aunt and grandmother that she thought she might have herpes." My tone sounded too nonchalant for what I'd just said.

Taylor had just about joked on her drink. "Wait, what? Why?"

"No, no, no. I meant to tell them that I wanted birdies, but I accidentally said 'herpes'. Mind you, that day, I'd just finished a exam for my health class, so I had all of the sexually transmitted diseases in my mind," Julia said.

"As soon as she said it, I couldn't believe it," I added.

"Okay, but I'm pretty sure I said burpees, though," Julia thought again.

"Don't start making stuff up."

She narrowed her eyes tauntingly at me. "Well, you've had your fair share of embarrassing moments."

I nodded matter of factly. "Yup, and they're all on YouTube."

Now Taylor laughed, obviously relating whole-heartedly.

"Shit, for a moment there, I forgot you were the Jessica Steele," Julia teased.

I heard the back door to the house shut, and I turned my head, seeing Harry walk out with a full cup of Calvin's piña colada.

Instinct took over me, and I rested my right elbow on the concrete, flipping him off until he noticed me. When he did look down at me about ten feet away, a smirk came to his lips and he gave the middle finger back to me.

I dropped my middle finger and replaced it with my index one, pointing it at the cup in his hands.

"Hey, can you get me a refill?" I said.

He stopped in front of me, towering above my submerged figure. His eyebrows furrowed, and his pink lips looked pouty.

"Love, I was just inside," he whined in all seriousness.

"Please? You owe me..."

He sighed dramatically and grabbed my cup from my hands. "I guess."