BBQ and Sangria
Harry Styles - 1475 words
She wasn’t sure if it was his shirt clinging to his upper body, coated in sweat after being behind the barbecue for almost an hour already. The sun was scorching down on Niall’s open garden, making it probably even more unbearable behind the smoking, coal filled steel barbecue. It could also be that she woke up this morning with that tingle, joy overtaking her from waking up next to her - now almost three year old - crush after a night out.
He look good. No. He looked great, amazing and breathtaking even. She couldn’t help but lick her lips when he decided it had become too hot, discarding his shirt and banishing it to the dry grass only a few meters further. Everyone was occupying their selves. Louis was footballing with Zayn, their loud hollers echoing through the otherwise quiet neighborhood while Tina and Annie cheered them on.
Linda was off somewhere inside, getting the drinks - more like a giant bucket of sangria filled with chopped bits of fruit - ready to accompany the meat Harry was currently grilling on the barbecue. I on the other hand, had settled in one of the lounge chairs scattered along the perimeter, Stephen King’s Dr. Sleep resting on my lap. I had been engrossed in the life of Daniel Torrance and his paranormal abilities until Harry decided he would sacrifice himself to an evening stuck behind the barbecue - but I knew he actually liked toying with fire and preparing a decent meal, he had proved it to my small form more than on one occasion.
“Wipe the drool off of your lip, it’s disgusting.” Linda chuckles darkly as she holds a glass filled with pieces of fruit and the deep red colored alcoholic fluid in front of my nose. My hand curls around the glass and I give her a scolding glare, closing my book without a second glance towards it. “Because your fascination with Niall isn’t overall disturbing.”
“At least he knows I am more than into him.” She grants me with a pointed look, one I have received all too many times before, but I always brushed off. “You fuck like rabbits.” I scoff, a look of utter disgust laced through my features as the tip of my tongue sees the daylight.
“At least I get laid. I understand you’re not interested in just a quick fuck with the love of your life, God forbid. But at least do something.” Instead of answering, I bring the glass to my lips and chug half of it down, the coolness calming my overheated body just the slightest. My eyes find Harry again and he gives me a small wave, other hand shielding his eyes from the harsh sun. I reciprocate by lifting my glass towards him, a small grin making its way onto my lips. “This is sickening.” Linda groans and settles on to the lounge chair besides me, sunglasses covering her for once, makeup free eyes.
“Oh shut up.” I laugh as I push myself up into a sitting position, the book, long forgotten, sliding from my lap to land on the terrace with a loud thud. I decide he could use a glass of himself, and maybe even his sunglasses. And to be honest I wanted to see if the droplets of sweat rolled off of his toned chest like I had fantasized about oh too many times.
Louis and Zayn are fighting over if it was a goal or not, their loud arguing resonating through the open space. while I spill some of the fruity liquid on my fingers. I walk over to Harry, feverishly licking my fingers to get the stickiness off before wiping my now wet hands against my jeans shorts. “Oh thanks, I really needed a drink.” Harry grins gratefully my way and before I can say anything, the whole glass is empty and a contented sigh leaves his lips. I grab his glasses by one ear and lift it from its spot on the front of my shirt, holding it out for him to grab. “You’re a life saver.”
“Without me you’d be a helpless puppy, moron.” I grin and leaning over the barbecue to eye our bacon. “It’s starting to look great. Marinated?” Harry nods his head and without a second thought I lick my lips, mouthwatering at the foresight of the delicious bacon.
“I don’t know why you sacrificed yourself again. You could be chilling beside me with a drink in your hand.” I lean against him and a shudder takes my body when he throws an arm lazily over my shoulder. “I do have to remind you dear I am not your gay best friend.”
“Oh but that doesn’t mean I can’t treat you like one.” I grab the wrist that’s dangling near my shoulder, my fingers ghosting over his already tanned skin. “She asked me out, you know.”
“Who?” I suppress the pang of hurt that curls around me like a dark shadow, settling with a surprised, yet confused pointed look shot his way. “That girl, Lucy.”
“Oh.” I’m not sure what to respond without yelling at him he shouldn’t even be thinking about any girl when there was a fucking willing volunteer right here in front of him. “I subtly said no thanks.” The grin is too quick to hide immediately but as soon as it broke through I try to get my stoic appearance back in check.
“I have someone a bit more close by that sparks my interest.”
“Who?” Harry just grins as he shakes his head and grabs the fork to poke the meat that was still sizzling on the barbecue. I can’t help but the frown that takes over my face. Who could he be possibly interested in? Linda? She is sort of exclusive with Niall, at least that is what I presume, Tina had her eye on Louis and Annie was with Liam who had a football match and might pop by later.
There was no girl in our friend group that was actually available. Unless he liked that the girl was sort of taken, when I speak of Tina that is. Maybe he meant Beverly. She wasn’t part of our solid friend group, but tagged along on multiple occasions when we went out.
Fucking hell if he chose Beverly I might actually be physically sick. That girl was a walking STD. I step out of his embrace and he drops his sunglasses to shoot me a pointed look which I ignore. “I’m going back to Linda.” I walk away before he can question my motives and my legs take me as fast and I can without breaking out into a jog. Linda grunts when I drop down next to her again, grabbing my book and glass again, pretending there was nothing wrong.
“What crawled up your ass? Lover boy said something wrong?” Linda quirks one eyebrow up, dropping her sunglasses just the tiniest bit that she can show me the look she’s throwing my way. “Nothing. Shut up.”
“Oh princess don’t be like that. What did he say?” She leans back into her chair as if nothing’s wrong and I follow her lead so no one would get any suspicions and I prop the book back up on my lap.
“Apparently Lucy asked him out.” A snort leaves Linda’s lips almost instantly and she covers it up with a cough, afterwards shooting a thumbs up to Annie and Tina who were staring our way. “Almost choked on a piece of apple, nothing wrong!”
She turns her head towards me and her voice drops to a whisper, but it only holds for the first few words of her sentence.
“Don’t tell me he said yes to that bitch. She is horrible and I’m sure she slept with half of town.” I nod my head, taking a sip from my glass and pretending to flip the page.
“Everyone knows that. But he didn’t say yes.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
I scoff as if that wasn’t horrible enough to hear he maybe would have considered saying yes to that blonde. “He apparently has interest in someone else.”
Linda perks up at my words and turns on her side to grant me her undivided attention.
“Someone close by. I think he meant like in our group. Beverly?” I ponder out loud, setting the now empty glass to the side and flipping another page of the book, this time a bit harsher than before.
“Oh sweetheart you are a complete retard.” Linda laughs but before I can ask her what’s so fucking god damn funny about my misery Harry yells out that we’re ready for dinner. Without another word Linda raises to her feet, shaking her head one more time while she glances at me before sauntering over to the table.
Lots of love,