sorryhaz

[sorryhaz]

Long Time No See

Sweaty bodies and dim lights were a pretty good start to describe Niall’s birthday party. Some liquor company had offered him to sponsor the event, and so now there were hundreds of people drunkenly dancing to the beat of whatever song was on top of the charts at the time. Harry stumbled around, trying to act as if he was just going around casually, but he was actually looking for a certain someone; he lazily waltzed through people moving their bodies to the music as he scanned the room looking for her face. He soon found her dancing, with her hair down, a couple of curls falling in her face. She was wearing a tight red dress and golden hoops, along with some sort of chain that went around her left thigh. She looked mesmerizing; he knew he was a good dancer, but she looked impossibly beautiful in that light as she moved. He didn’t know how to approach her, the last time they saw each other had been rather intense, and he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. She turned around and he found himself rather surprised when she smiled brightly and opened her arms to embrace him tightly, carefully holding her plastic cup so she didn’t spill anything on him. She smelled like the tropics and cigarette smoke, as always. “Long time no see!” she exclaimed pulling herself back, but still pretty close to him as his arm was wrapped around her waist, still. “A couple months, yeah” he agreed “How’ve you been? You look amazing” he said, making her smile at him. “Thank you, you look quite handsome yourself” she complimented. He was wearing a pink flowered shirt and some black jeans with rips on the knee, along with some Chelsea booths. “I’ve been good, been a bit busy with Uni but nothing too dramatic” she grabbed into her purse and took out a cigarette pack “Wanna go for a smoke?” she asked. He nodded and followed through the house as they reached the backyard, where people were dancing, drinking and smoking. “It’s actually not that cold” she muttered, then proceeded to take a cigarette, place it on her lips and offer Harry the little box. He didn’t really smoke, but he did enjoy a cigarette every once in a while, so he took one. Maybe he just did it so his clothes would smell like smoke in the morning, just like her. She giggled as a song that he knew she liked played in the background, she moved her hips to the beat, dancing lazily as she smoked. Harry just stared at her as he took another burn out of his cigarette. “I’ve missed you” he said. “I’d hope so. I’ve missed you too” she mumbled, not really paying much attention to his words. “I mean it. I didn’t really like the way things ended the last time we saw each other”. “Nothing happened, H” she spoke softly, as she stopped dancing. “I confessed feelings, you didn’t feel the same. That’s alright, we’re still friends.” She smiled. “I just feel bad, you know…” he trailed, as he debated whether or not to admit his feelings back. “I’ve actually been seeing someone, I’m absolutely over it, so you don’t need to worry, we’re still friends and we can just laugh about the whole situation” she smiled as she hugged him from the side. Harry’s face dropped, and if he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought it was some kind of sick, malicious joke, as a voice spoke behind him. “Babe, there you are!” He turned around, speaking softly as he saw her body approach the voice’s owner’s body “Hey mate, you alright? Enjoying the party?” “Yeah, pretty sure it’s one of the bests I’ve thrown, eh?” Niall spoke, hugging her from the waist. Harry felt like crying. He was a fucking asshole.

A/N: HI!! Long time no see eh? *pun intended* SO as i’m shit at keeping up w my fic, I’ve decided to throw a bunch of imagines and one shots which are basically spinoffs of the same story, kind of easier to write and don’t need much context if you’ve read the three chapter’s I’ve uploaded (lol) as you kinda get the universe its set in. Hope you like it, and as always, sorry about the english mistakes as it’s not my first language and i’ve learnt half of it through the internet hehe

[sorryhaz]

a little something

Bodies together, his fingers running through and playing with her hair, both of them staring at the TV in front of them, not really paying attention to the movie playing but just enjoying each other's company. She takes his free hand and caresses it slowly, just making circles with her thumb. She feels as his fingers' movements on her hair stop, and she feels his breath a bit closer to her, as he speaks softly, almost in a whisper. "Hey" he smiles. "Hey" she says, smiling back at him and as carefully as he did. "I... I need to tell you something" he says as he grabs her by the waist and pulls her closer to him. "What is it?" She cuddles him, her head in contact with his chest now, letting him keep her warm. "Please don't freak out, but I just really like you" he makes a pause; "I think I might be even falling in love with you". Shit. Shit. Shit. She freezes and he can see the fear in her eyes. They had talked about this, they said it was casual, they were just good friends who liked to show affection to one another, she didn't intend to lead him on nor to make him fall in love with her. "Harry..." his name felt like petals in his ears, just as soft and just as beautiful "we've talked about this; you know that I like you, too, but I like you just as I like art" she took a breath. "I mean, I like to talk to you, to hear you talk; I like how your voice still echoes in my head after a good conversation and how certain colors remind me of you. I like how easy it is to be with you. But as I said, I like you as I like art. Although you're my favorite painting and I'll never stop discovering you, I'm not quite sure of why I feel like this and I'm not completely sure that I understand you, just yet. And because I like you like art, I'm really afraid that I can't be in love with you, just yet. I'm obsessed with you, though; God, you never leave my mind, but there are other paintings that I think about." He looks at her, hurt in his eyes, yet he can't help but to still feel mesmerized by her. Hell, she just said something that should hurt yet she is just so poetical to him that he can't feel the pain, the numbness. "Fuck, love, I think you just broke my heart yet you did it so beautifully I'm falling even harder" She looks at him; she doesn't deserve him. Yet she kisses him and flowers between them seem to bloom again.

[sorryhaz]

Sorry I Suck

So: -I know I just did two chapters and then left lmao -Im rlly sorry -idk if y'all want me to keep going w the fic tho -if u do lemme know -I have a good excuse though -I just finished school, graduated and I'm applying to different colleges!!! -I actually did real good in my college appliance tests??? -now im on vacation so I can write!! -sorry again -love u -please reply????

[sorryhaz]

Chapter 3

The next time Harry saw Jude was, once again, at Nick’s place, a couple of weeks later.

He had a cocktail party coming up and Nick would let him borrow a shirt that matched his white suit, so he had to pick the shirt up before getting ready.

Jude was in fact the one that opened Nick’s apartment door for him to get in. As soon as she saw him, her smile grew and the blush that was always resting on her cheeks seemed to gain a certain brightness.

“Hey!” she’d smile cheerfully “It’s been a minute, Haz” she quickly gave him a small hug, and he couldn’t help but feel electricity as soon as she called her that nickname, Haz.

“Hi there” he smiled back “Yeah, it has, I’m afraid” he got in, following Jude through Nick’s apartment, one that he already knew very well.

“Nick’s not home” she said “He actually asked me to come over so I could let you in to get some shirt or something like that” she rambled “So I guess we should go to his bedroom”

Harry just nodded and the two of them paced towards the bedroom. When they got there, Jude sat on the bed while Harry carefully looked through the shirts that his friend had, looking for the striped one that was meant to go with his suit.

“So” Jude spoke up “You got an event or something?” she questioned.

“A cocktail thing” he replied “Kind of a boring thing, not very excited to go, to be honest” he chuckled.

“I’m sorry about that” she smiled “but I mean, it’s still a cocktail, you can get very drunk and have fun” she suggested.

Harry laughed, grabbing the shirt as he found it “Actually” he turned around “I still need a date, Jude” he felt nervous and licked his lips “Would you like to go? As friends, obviously” he cleared up “I’ll take you and I’ll bring you back, we could have some fun…” he started rambling, afraid of being rejected.

“I mean, sure” she smiled “I just don’t know if I have anything to wear for the occasion” she furrowed her eyebrows “Like, what do you even wear to those things?”

He laughed “Like, a nice dress, Ju”

“Yeah” she nodded, remembering what she had at home “Would you mind to go to my place and help me find something?” she asked “You have a pretty sweet style and I guess I could use that”

Harry felt his heart beat quicker. Yes. Yes. Sure.

“I wouldn’t mind” he played it cool “Let’s go find you something.”

Jude smiled and got up, walking with Harry towards the door, locking it up and heading towards her apartment.

Harry was quite surprised by Jude’s apartment. It was messier than Nick’s, but there was a really artistic vibe to it. She had a big book shelf on the living room, along with a white couch that had a knitted throw laying on it, a coffee table with some carving done on the sides and two armchairs, along with plants and a few crystals for decoration. Harry could also notice how the walls had various paintings and prints hanging on them, and he took special care to scan them.

“Are any of these yours?” he wondered, looking around at the artwork.

“No, there are either my friend’s or I’ve bought them” she said, looking at them as well “I have mine on my studio” she said pointing towards a door “want to have a look?”

He did. He really did. They didn’t have time however.

“Oh God, I’m dying to” he sincerely said “But we need to get ready because this thing starts in a couple of hours” he said “Any other day I’d be more than glad”

She was a bit disappointed but also excited about the fact that Harry was interested in her art, so she just nodded and guided the way towards her room.

“Well, keep in mind that I don’t have as many clothes as Nick does, but I do have some dresses here…” she said.

Harry stepped forwards and began going through her clothes, picking out a honey-yellow, flowy dress, along with some black heels. Jude nodded and took the clothes from him.

“I need to go get ready now, but I’ll pick you up in about an hour, alright?” he asked.

“Sure, let me walk you to the door” they both paced towards the front door and Jude smiled once they reached it “See you in a minute”

“See you in a minute” he greeted, giving her a small hug and leaving.

To say Jude was nervous was an understatement; she was terrified.

She kept checking herself in the mirror, fixing her makeup and hair, checking her teeth and wondering over and over if her jewelry was too much or too little for the occasion

She then started to grow anxious over the fact that she was going to be seen with Harry and her photo would probably be taken a hundred times. She was also anxious about what she was going to tell Matt after all of this, since the two of them had been hooking up and kind of cared about the other, but weren’t nowhere near to being a couple, or anything. They, however, still had something going on, and she’d have to explain that to Harry.

Sitting on the couch, the bell finally rang and she got up to receive a, very handsome, Harry waiting for her on her doorstep.

“Hello again” he grinned, dimples showing “you look beautiful” he complimented her.

“Hi there” Jude blushed “you look really handsome as well, thank you” her cheeks heated even more “let me get my bag and we can get going, yeah?” he nodded and he rushed inside to pick her bag and her phone, making sure everything she needed was inside.

“I’m ready” she informed, both of the exiting the apartment and making their way towards Harry’s car that was waiting outside the apartment complex.

Harry introduced his driver, Joe, and opened the door for Jude, sitting right next to her.

The car ride was quite silent, Jude staring out of the window and Harry being way too nervous to even try and start a conversation. She intimidated him, a lot; and he never knew how to act around her, even if he was aware of the fact that she was way too nice to even be mean to him, whatever he did.

He thanked the gods when they arrived to the hotel that was hosting the cocktail, helped Jude out of the car, and thanked Joe, telling him he’d call him when he needed to go back.

Jude could feel all the stares that came with walking in with Harry, and as soon as she saw the brightness of the first flash, she got closer to him, looking for protection.

“Shit, I’m sorry about the pictures” he sincerely said.

“It’s no problem, happens the same when I go out with Nick” she smiled “it’s just awkward, but really, don’t worry” she smiled.

He hated that she was so lovely.

They both found themselves glasses of champagne and walked around the room, Harry introducing people to Jude and her trying to make small chat with everyone. Things got a bit awkward when an old man that worked at Harry’s record company suggested that Jude was his girlfriend, and they both had to explain that, in fact, she was just a friend.

Between silly excuses, the both of them could get themselves out of the conversations and find a spot to chat on the terrace. It was decorated with fairy lights and floral bouquets on the white-clothed tables that rested on the terrace’s grass, so they took a sit on one of those after getting new drinks.

“I see you liked mojitos” she pointed out when she saw what Harry had chosen.

“You hooked me on these” he chuckled “Hey, Jude, I really hope I’m not crossing any boundaries in here, but, if I may ask, what’s going on between you and Matt?” he asked her, anxiety growing over him as he said each word.

“I-well” she stopped, looking for the right words to say “I mean, we kind of have this thing going on, I don’t know if I could explain it very well…” she bit her lip “I like Matt, he’s a really educated, eloquent guy, and I guess he fancies me as well, so I guess we’re just messing around for a bit, nothing too serious, we hook-up and we care for each other, I don’t know” her hand went through her curls “We’re friends, at the end of the day. I like to keep things casual, you know… Why’d you ask?”

Harry felt himself blush and he obliged himself to believe that it was because of a different reason than the frustration he felt knowing that Jude fancied Matt “Don’t know, just that I saw you kissing the other day and… don’t know” Jude knew better than pushing things out of him so she smiled and kept drinking.

“What about you, are you dating anyone?” she wondered.

“Oh, no, I’m not” he licked his lips “I guess there isn’t anyone out there, who’s available, that feels right.”

“Someone will come up” she assured him “You’re honestly a great guy, I really think you are, even if we don’t know each other that much”  Harry just wanted to tell her that she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and that Matty could fuck himself and that he just wanted to kiss her so bad.

But he didn’t. He just kept asking questions.

“Don’t you ever miss your family?” he softly asked.

“I do, yes” she nodded “However, my dad already lived in a different country than I did, even back there” she explained “I really miss my sister though, she’s my best friend, and I could use some mum time sometimes too” she looked away from him, clearly getting nostalgic “But I guess, this is what I always dreamed of, and they come visit from time to time, so I really try not to think about the distance”.

“I’m sorry you have to be away from them” he smiled “I bet they miss you as well”

“You should meet them when they come! They’re lovely, especially my father, he’s the most interesting, most educated man I know” she smiled “You and him would get along really well”

They kept chatting about random topics; family, friends, food, art, books, pets, even plants.

“What’s your favorite flower?” Jude wondered, resting her head on her right hand, elbow on the table.

“What?” he chuckled.

“You know, people think flowers are just for girls, but they’re so pretty, I don’t see why men wouldn’t have a favorite flower” she explained “So what’s yours?”

“Carnations” he replied “I had never given much thought to it, but I do like to buy them whenever I stumble across a flower stand on the street, I don’t know, I just like them” he smiled “What about you?”

“Poppies” Harry thought that the lipstick she was wearing was just the color of poppies’ petals “My mum always smelled like them, so I guess that’s where I got the liking from”

The conversation flued until Jude was interrupted by a phone call, from Matty, and excused herself from Harry to answer. He obviously said yes but wanted to throw her phone across the party and have a never ending conversation with her.

“Hello?” she spoke.

“Hi, love” Matt spoke on the other end “How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m with Harry, joined him to this cocktail party thing” she bit her lip, nervous of his reaction “What about you?”

“I’m good, actually missed you and was wondering if I could go over for some tea, but I guess it won’t be, maybe we can see each other tomorrow?” he wondered. She could not sense any tone of anger on his voice so she got calmer.

“Sure thing. Just shoot me a text when you wake up and we’ll schedule something.” She smiled to the phone. No matter how casual things were, she was really into Matt.

“Alright darling, have fun with Harry, tell him I say hey” Matt voiced “See you tomorrow, bye”

“See you” she mumbled before cutting the call and walking back to Harry. He was sitting on the same table, watching people on the dancefloor.

“Matty says hi” she announced.

“Oh, I guess I say hi too” he chuckled “Do you want to go dance?” he nodded towards the dancefloor.

Jude’s face lit up. If something she liked to do, was dancing, especially in Britain, since in here she felt like the best dancer, always feeling like brits were a bit stiff when dancing.

She just took Harry’s hand and lead him to the dancefloor, their bodies moving together to the beat of the music. That until ‘Despacito’ came in. Then she let herself go and felt her roots in the music.

Harry couldn’t help but stare at her. She looked so beautiful. Her curls were down and the moved her hips to the beat, leading him to dance with her. He placed his hands on her waist and they danced until they got tired of it, when Harry suggested that they called Joe to pick them up.

Jude agreed, although she would’ve liked to stay with Harry a little longer, enjoying his company too much.

Joe arrived a couple of minutes later, and yet again the car ride was silent, although this time the silence was comfortable.

Harry walked Jude to her doorstep, trying to extend the night as much as possible.

“Thank you for tonight, Haz, I really did have a lot of fun” she smiled while she looked for her keys “Do you want to come in? Have a drink?” she offered.

”I enjoyed it as well” he smiled “And as much as I’d love to have a drink, I think we all should have some sleep” he politely declined the offer.

“You’re right, we should. Maybe you can come tomorrow evening? We could have some coffee and I’ll finally get to show you my art” She offered.

“I’d love to” he agreed “At about 5?”

“Five’s perfect” she smiled “again, thank you Harry, really had an amazing night” she said before kissing his cheek and entering his apartment.

Harry just stood on her doorstep for a couple of minutes.

Her favorite flowers were poppies.

AN: Please message me about what you think of What A Shame so far!! I’m kind of really into writing it, so feedback is much appreciated!

[sorryhaz]

Chapter 2

Saturday came around way slower than Harry would’ve liked.

As he was making his way to Nick’s apartment, he kept trying to make himself forget how long it took for him to get ready for the evening. He was the kind of man that liked to look good and figure out what clothes looked the best on him, yes, but the amount of time it took him that day was just purely ridiculous.

The Uber driver kept chatting up with him and Harry just wanted to tell him to shut up, being too nervous to think about anything but just getting to the apartment complex.

As soon as the driver stopped in front of the building, he eagerly thanked him and got out of the car, basically running up the stairs towards Nick’s door, ringing the bell. He anxiously waited for the door to be opened, until a few seconds later it did, to reveal a smiley Nick. Harry hoped to see Jude, so he felt a bit disappointed, but glad to see his friend.

Nick was wearing a grey crewneck, a pair of blue jeans and slippers

“Hey! Glad you made it” Nick greeted, and Harry was sure it was a subtle way of mocking him, since Nick knew for sure that Harry wouldn’t miss the evening.

“Hey, you know I wouldn’t miss the chance of seeing your pretty face” he joked, giving him a hug and letting himself inside, being too familiar with the apartment.

Nick closed the door and led the way to the kitchen, and as they were getting closer to it, Harry could hear some music he did not recognize play, getting louder each time.

The both of them entered the kitchen, where Jude softly sang along to the music as she was cutting some limes. She turned around and smiled at the two young men. Harry smiled back; she looked so good. Her curls were let down, tugged behind her ears, that were decorated with some golden hoops, and resting on her shoulders. She wore a colorful, flower-printed shirt, tugged inside some vintage looking denim pants, and some black moccasins.

“Hi! How are you?” she left the knife on the cutting board she was using, getting closer to greet Harry with a small embrace.

“Very good, thank you” he smiled back, and wished the embrace would’ve lasted longer “What are you doing? You need any help with that?” he questioned as he took his jacket off, letting it rest on one of the stools that were in front of the kitchen’s island.

“Oh, we decided to change the menu, if that’s alright” she informed “Mojitos and burritos” she said in a perfect Spanish. Harry swore he could’ve melt right there “You like Mexican food?” she wondered shyly.

“It’s absolutely perfect” he assured.

“Go and set the table, could you?” Nick said, as he took out a bottle of rum and another one of tonic water.

Harry nodded, although he would’ve rather stay in the same room that Jude was in. He quickly grabbed some plates and cutlery, being as fast as he possibly could to set the table in the dining room.

He could hear Nick and Jude chatting inside the kitchen, and he had to tell himself off for being so nosey and trying to hear their conversation.

As soon as he was done setting the table he went back to the kitchen, where Jude was mixing the liquids together in some glasses, serving the mojitos. Nick was stirring something on a pan, and Harry had to admit it smelled good.

He took a seat and stared at Jude, taking the chance since she was focused on making the drinks and making them pretty with some lime wedges. She had eyeliner on and her eyes looked even greener than they already were. Nick turned off the fire and started chopping something besides Jude. The music was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a notification on Nick’s phone that was resting on the kitchen’s island, making the three of them look at it.

“What is it?” Nick wondered, giving Harry the permission to read it.

“It’s a message from Matt, asking what are you up to” the curly haired informed.

“Telling that I’m having a dinner with some friends, ask him if he wants to come for drinks later” Nick instructed and Harry started to type the answer. A few seconds later, another message popped up.

“He says he’ll stop by” he locked the phone and the music filled the room again. “So, Jude, you sure you don’t need help at all?” he asked yet again. She shook her head.

“No, I’m done actually” she handed each of them a glass of the drinks and sat next to Harry.

“Thank you” he said, the feeling of nervousness filling him up. Nick kept chopping vegetables and strategically gave them his back, pulling himself apart of the conversation after he received his drink. “I know we saw each other just a few days ago, but what have you been up to?” he asked.

Jude’s face lit up, clearly excited to share what she had been doing with him “I finished some paintings I was working on” she informed “Just some practice things, really, but I guess it feels nice to finish them” she reflects “What about you?”

“Just lounged around” he quickly answered “I didn’t know you were an artist, I wish I could see some of your work someday”.

“I mean, I’m not an artist” Nick scoffs as she hears that, turning around to give raise her eyebrows at her “I’m not!” she laughs “I mean, I do paint and shit, but like, that’s not what I really do, I’m more of an art fan” she explains “I enjoy art on all of its ways” she smiles.

“Have you been to Tate Modern since you’ve lived here?” Harry asks, really hoping to be able to take her out.

“No, I actually haven’t” she frowns at herself “But I’d love to”

As he’s about to tell her to go with him, Nick interrupts them, asking them to help him set the ingredients in different bowls as he takes out the tortillas from the oven.

The three of them took the food to the dining table, sitting like they did the last time.

While Nick and Harry struggled to wrap their burritos, Jude seemed to be just fine, managing to wrap a perfect burrito in a matter of seconds.

“So” Harry spoke, after taking a sip of his mojito “What do you study, Jude?”

“Graphic design” she answered “Although I just want to do everything creative that exists on earth” she sighed “Like, I just want to create, I have like so many ideas and this really strong will to create art so I just don’t know, graphic design seemed like the career that allowed that the most.”

Nick chimed in “She’s, like, really good on everything on the artistic side” he explained, making Jude blush “For real man, the girl is talented, you should see her studio sometime” he kicked Harry from under the table, clearly teasing him.

“Oh, you have a studio?” he wondered, clearly too interested since he barely had touched his food.

“Not really, I just use my apartment as a studio” she explained “But you’re more than welcome to come whenever you want, it’s literally next door” she smiled “Yeah, come over sometime and grab a coffee or something”

Harry felt like his chest was filled with the bubbliest substance on earth.

“Sure, a coffee would be nice”

The three of them finished eating and had a decent amount of mojitos when they were done with dinner, clearly tipsy as they continued chatting sitting on Nick’s living room.

Nick sat on a huge Indian cushion he had laying on the ground whilst Jude and Harry both sat on the red velvet couch. Nick was telling a story about this guy he had met a couple of nights before, unburdening his disappointment, as the guy seemed like a real asshole.

“He didn’t even call me!” Nick whined “Like, I would’ve at least expected a text, it’s 2017” he rested his chin on his palm as he pouted, giving the image of a teenage girl asking her friends for advice.

“Fuck him, then” Jude said, giggling “We’re still young anyway, Nick” she said, playing with the straw of her glass “We can allow ourselves to be single and free and all, no strings are needed for now” she shrugged “Or at least that’s how I see it”.

Harry listened closely to what she said, and felt like grabbing her and kissing her and telling her that he would be just fine being attached to her, no matter how young he was. Although he didn’t say a word, just nodded “Yeah mate, enjoy your youth” he muttered.

“You might be young, you both are just on your twenties!” Harry wondered how old was Jude “but I’m on my thirties” Nick cringed a little as the words exited his mouth “That’s basically being about to die” the three of them laughed at Nick’s dramatism, the laughter dying when the bell rang.

Jude got up to open the door, revealing Matt standing on the other side, holding a bottle of wine. He was wearing black jeans, a pair of Vans and a red sweater, and smelled like a combination of wood and cigarettes.

“Look at you! It’s been way too long!” he grinned at her, hugging her tightly “Didn’t expect to see you, didn’t know you were here” he said, clearly excited to see the girl.

“It’s been too long, yes” she smiled, cuddling him one more time “so nice to see you” she let him in. Jude had always had a crush on Matt, period. He just seemed so artistic to her, and he was one of the most worded men she knew, something way too attractive in her eyes.

Harry’s eyes travelled curiously through the two figures and tried to think how they met. He thought that they probably met during one of Nick’s dinner parties while he was on tour. He couldn’t help but get a bit jealous of Matt, something he had never felt before.

Matt was a cool chap. Always had a good conversation to offer and was the most easy-going person he knew. He always was a laugh, wherever he was.

After he had greeted everyone, Matthew sat on the other couch, opposite from Harry, Jude sitting right next to him.

“I was just telling Harry about these paintings I just finished” Jude said to Matt “I want you to see them, I think you’re going to like them” she smiled.

“Sure thing love” he smiled as he shifted on his seat, trying to get something from his pocket “Just shoot me a text and I’ll be there”.

Harry’s body sank on the red couch. He just called her ‘love’. He also told her to ‘shoot him a text’, so she obviously had his number. He felt like a child. He felt like protesting and telling her that no, she was going to show him her art, not Matt.

He got up, his glass in his hand, and walked towards the kitchen; he needed a drink. He could feel Nick following him up.

“Why did you invite him too?” Harry asked, a bit pissed off, although he knew it wasn’t like Nick had planned it like this.

“Because we’re mates, H” Nick rolled his eyes “you’re mates with him too” he reminded him “And it’s not my fault that he and Jude just like each other so much” he shrugged.

“Don’t say that, God” Harry took a big sip off his glass “She’s so cool, Nick” he knew it was, in part, the alcohol talking, but he just left himself go “I know I’ve just met her, but I swear she’s the coolest girl I’ve ever met. There’s not one single thing about her that isn’t interesting, her whole person just awakens so much curiosity on me.” He let a sigh “But she’s clearly into Matty”.

Nick, once again, rolled his eyes “Don’t be such a drama queen, Styles” he laughed “As you said, you’ve just met her. In fact, here’s something so you won’t like her that much: She’s grumpy as fuck in the mornings. For real. Unbearable.” Harry laughed at Nicholas, smiling at his attempt of cheering him up.

However, as soon as they stepped back into the living room, everything Nick said or could’ve said, was absolutely nothing. There they were, Jude and Matt, locking lips. He pressed his lips against hers, and stopped to caress her curls and whisper things against her lips.

Harry looked at nick and let out a small, sarcastic laughter.

Maybe, not today.

[sorryhaz]

Chapter 1

Jude dips the tip of the needle in black ink, pokes Nick’s arm a few times, then dips it in ink again, then pokes his again.

“Could you get that?” Nick asks as I dip the needle in ink once again. Jude rolls her eyes at him. He is the laziest person alive.

“Nick, I am literally in the middle of tatting you” she says, a slight sass on her voice “But yes, I could” she gets up and removes the rubber gloves covering her hands, being extremely careful not to move any of the instruments laying on the table.

They were both currently sitting on Nicholas’ dining table, having a beer and giving him a stick n’ poke tattoo. Nick’s dining room was a hipster’s dream: Wooden furniture, a small side table that held a few candles and a record player, a shelf that seemed to be about to fall due the amount of records stacking on it, and a couple of plants to give a bit of green to the room. All of this held together by the tapestry Nick used as a table cloth, a souvenir from his trip to India.

She makes her way through Nick’s apartment and opens the door to reveal a tall, broad figure. She smiles at the stranger (although she knew he was one of Nick’s friends) and moves her body from the doorway.

The man was wearing a black coat, black skinny jeans and a pair of dark ankle boots. He had his hair messily styled and his jaw was covered by some stubble. Jude couldn’t help but think he was quite attractive.

“You must be Harry, right? Nicks on the dining room” she nods towards the inside of the apartment.

“Yeah, thank you” he says as he makes his way inside “I’m sorry, I think we haven’t met before” he looks at her with curious eyes.

He didn’t think she was especially pretty at first. Sure, she was good looking, but Harry spent way too much time in an environment that was filled with models and good looking people. However, he thought she had a really nice style. Her curls were taken away from her face in a ponytail, she was wearing a white oversized V-neck t-shirt that allowed a black lace bralette to be visible, red A-line skirt and a pair of old-skool Vans. She also had really nice eyes, a shade he hadn’t seen before, or he didn’t remember to have.

“Oh, right” she lightly laughs at herself “I’m Jude, Nick’s friend, I’m just tattooing him” she smiles and closes the door, making her way back to the dining table where Nick sat, arm still spread in the same position it was a few moments ago as he checked his phone. He looks up and smiles at Harry.

“Well hello there” he giggles “It’s been a hot minute, I must say; sorry I didn’t warn you about Jude being here, you could’ve put a bit more effort on your looks mate” he jokes and Harry raises his eyebrows at him.

“Thanks for the compliment mate” his eyes make their way to Jude “I’m sorry, I thought we were just going to have a chill” he says as he takes his coat off, revealing a yellow sweater (that Jude thought reminded her of a Van Gogh painting) and taking a seat besides Nick, right across of Jude’s seat on the table.

“We are having a chill, Nick just wanted to get a new tattoo and so he called me” she shrugs “You want a beer?” Harry nods and she quickly paces inside the kitchen, getting a beer bottle out of the fridge, not bothering to take a glass since she thought the occasion was too casual for it.

“Man, show some hospitality” Harry jokes after he’s thanked Jude for the beer, opening with the bottle opener laying on the table “You got your friend doing everything” Jude takes a seat as Nick just grins and shrugs.

“She practically lives here, it’s whatever” He rolls his eyes “Anyway, what do you want to listen to?” he asks while opening Spotify.

Jude puts the rubber gloves back on and takes the needle back, cleaning the tip and dipping it on ink again. Harry looks at her actions with curious eyes, following every move her hands make, looking at her while she pokes Nick’s arm with the ink. Nick plays some Snarky Puppy after he gets no answer from any of them.

“Jude here is an amateur stick n’ poke artist” Nick explains “I was just bored and called her to do some of her magic on me” Jude lifts her gaze for a second and smiles at the compliment.

“It’s nothing” she says, returning her attention to the design she’s making “just a hobby”.

Harry smiles at her “It’s turning out really nice” he then looks at her forearms, uncovered as she’s rolled her shirt’s sleeves “did you make those?” he wonders, looking through the tattoos on her arms.

She shakes her head “Just some of them, the big ones aren’t” she dips the needle back in the ink.

“I like them” Harry takes a sip from his beer “Where are you from, by the way?”

“I live next door” she answers.

“No, I mean where are you really from” he repeats.

“Man, you don’t ask that!” Nick laughs, taking a sip from his beer himself “Like, you just don’t ask that to people with an accent”

Jude chuckles “It’s cool Nick, I guess it just hasn’t faded yet” her eyes  give Harry a reassuring look “I’m from South America, I live here because of Uni” she explains. Harry nods and mumbles a quick “cool”.

Nick chats up with Harry as Jude finishes the tattoo, asking him about his life and whatnot, just having a laugh. As soon as she’s done, she cleans up the tattoo and wraps it in plastic foil, reminding him of the after-care of it.

“It’s sick Ju, thanks!” he says after he’s had a better look at it, making her smile.

“So, how’d you two meet?” Harry wonders again, growing curious of Jude as the time goes by.

As she’s paid more attention to her, she seems to get more beautiful to his eyes. He’s noticed how her olive skin compliments her green eyes and how her cheekbones have a healthy glow. He can’t stop himself from staring at her mouth for way too long, her full lips catching his attention.

“She lives next door and one night she came knocking at my door at 2 am because we were having a karaoke party and were too noisy” he explains “she ended up staying, getting drunk as well and singing with us until 5 am” he laughs as he remembers “and now she’s kind of my little sister” Nick says caringly, a side of him Harry hadn’t seen so often.

She nods “What can I say, karaoke is the way to my heart.” 

The night goes on as the three young people chat the time away, Harry showing a growing interest in Jude, asking her more about her and her former life. She answers happily but tries to make Nick a part of the conversation as well, but he was way too entertained giving Harry knowing looks, as he was quite aware of how his friend had gotten a slight crush on the girl.

Jude didn’t seem to notice, her Latino roots making her friendly and open by nature, so she just kept asking questions back.

“Stop harassing her man!” Nick laughs, as he tipsily interrupts Harry, as the curly boy keeps shooting Jude questions “I thought you were coming to see me, at least show some fake interest on me!” Harry and Jude laugh at how naturally needy Nick is.

“Sorry, sorry” Harry lifts his hands, looking back at his friend “was just trying to make a new friend, I apologize”.

By now it already was half past midnight, so Jude gets up as she yawns. She smiles sleepily at the two guys and gives Nicholas a hug “I’m going to get going, it’s been a long day and I’m tired”. She quickly grabs her instrument from the table and round it to make her way to Harry, giving him a small hug as well “It was really nice to meet you, Harry, I’ll see you around”. He smiles at her and mumbles a quick goodbye.

The petite brunette makes her way out of the apartment, and as soon as the door has closed Harry looks at Nick. He wants to let him know how into Jude he is. He wants to tell him to set the two of them up. He wants to tell him how cool he thinks she is, because, she makes handmade tattoos man, that’s so cool. She has an accent. He wants to let Nick know how all he wants is to listen to her talk all night long. But he also wants Nick to think he’s cool so he says nothing.

Nick raises an eyebrow and he smirks “So…?” he wonders, already very much aware of Harry’s impression towards Jude “What’d you think about Jude?”

“She’s cool, very nice girl” Harry looks away from him, pretty sure his eyes are sparkling like he was some sort of teenage boy. How embarrassing.

“I saw the way you were looking at her, mate! I even got a bit jealous” Nick teases.

“She has a really exotic beauty, she is attractive, yes” Harry sips from his beer, a new bottle that he’s opened a few minutes before “very interesting as well” he nods.

“How long has it been since you’ve been on a date?” Nicholas pushes, really determined to get his two friends together. Harry notices is intentions and lets his guard down, afraid of fucking it up and letting Nick think he’s not interested. Plus, he knew that Nick was better than anyone to act as a cupid.

“Way too long” he said “You think I should ask Jude out?” Nick laughs and Harry really feels like a teenager now, kind of embarrassed of his crush on a girl he’s met barely two hours ago.

“You should, you totally have a crush on her” Nick says “but not just yet, she’s a bit intense so I think I should invite the both of you over again so you can keep getting to know each other, but with, like, less pressure” Harry is a bit disappointed but also knows Nick is right. He is acting purely out of impulsiveness.

“Cool, you do that, thanks mate” Harry smiles softly, then checks the time on his phone “I think I should get going as well, you seem tired” he gets up and gives Nick a hug “As always, a pleasure”.

As he is making his way out the apartment, Nick calls him up “Make sure you have time for Saturday night, pizza night with Jude, alright?” he nods, smiling. That’s just three days away.

[sorryhaz]

I’m writing a fanfic. 

Stay tuned for chaper one.