Bad Boy Styles
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NOT EDITED
"What's the first thing you want me to do?" I asked Eleanor as we sat in Spanish. It was the last period of the day and nearly everyone was falling asleep.
"Flirt with him, make it seem like you're interested in him."
I had spent at least forty five minutes in the shower contemplating whether or not saying yes to Eleanor's 'Plan' was the right thing to do. I felt so mean and uncomfortable doing this, I didn't know how much of it I could take.
"And exactly how am I meant to do that?"
She bit her lip in thought. "Invite him over!" She clapped her hands as if it was the best idea in the world. It was actually the worst idea.
"Uh, no. Do you remember what happened last time!? We almost got caught by my brother!"
She rolled her eyes, "Please? I'll come up with a plan tonight, then text you about it. Sound good?"
I huffed and glared at her, if this went bad, I was blaming Eleanor.
"Fine."
*****
The bell rung signaling it was the end of the day. Students lazily strolled out of class and down the hallways, while I sat outside near Harry's car, so I could catch him.
While I was waiting I decided to scope out his car; I know I had been in it before and all, but I didn't have much time to look at it.
It was shiny; Harry must have loved his car, even though there were a few dints and scratch marks and bullet holes; his Mustang was pretty tidy.
"Are you done?" A deep voice sounded from behind me, I halted my movements and glanced into the reflection of the glass, He was standing there in all his glory, with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Sorry, sorry," I stuttered and took my hands off of the door.
"What do you want?" He asked. Wow, that was rude.
I pursed my lips into a thin line and glared at him, but he didn't seem to care. I gulped nervously, was I going to do this? I swallowed the hard lump in my throat, here goes nothing.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight," I mumbled. "I don't think Hayden is home, and, well, you can sneak through my window if you want, so my parents don't see"
At the mention of coming over, Harry's eyes instantly lit up. Was he really that into me?
"What time should I be there?" He blew smoke out of his mouth, and even though I was against smoking- that was the sexiest thing I ever seen.
"About 8." I replied. Harry nodded in agreement and unlocked his car.
"See you then," He grinned, and I could tell by the look on his face. A lot was going to happen tonight.
****
"Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" I sat in my room on my bed, my phone pressed against my ear as I spilled my thoughts out to Eleanor.
"You'll be fine. You don't have to kiss him or whatever, just make him really frustrated. I know you can do this."
"What if I can't?" I whined.
"You can." Was all she said and then the phone line went dead. So much for Best Friend.
I sighed deeply and flopped back onto the bed, my heart was pounding. It was already 7:49. Harry would be here in less than 10 minutes. I told my parents that I was studying, and they left me alone.
I bit my lip and clutched my phone to my chest, I didn't even have an idea on how I started? Should I just giggle and twirl my hair? I don't fucking know.
A light tap on my window made me snap out of my day dream. I could see the outline of Harry's head, by the look of it he was wearing snap back; he needed to stop wearing them otherwise I will not hesitate to rip his clothes off.
I lifted myself off of the bed and made my way over to the window and unlocked it, letting Harry quickly and quietly sneak through. I couldn't even look at him, so I stared at his shoes. He was wearing the exact pair that he was when I first met him; they were still covered in mud. Typical.
"Hey," He spoke. His voice was low and gravelly, and it sent chills down my spine.
"Hey," I replied back, and I finally had the decency to look up at him, he had a glint in his eye, something I hadn't noticed until now.
The air was awkward and uncomfortable, what should I do?
"What would you like to do?" I asked him and walked over to where my computer was and opened it up. Harry followed suit and lay on his back with his arms crossed behind his head, his feet crossing over. He shrugged tiredly and yawned. "Whatever you want to do."
I didn't reply and kept typing on my computer, I clicked onto my Itunes and felt Harry moved from behind me; from what I could tell, he was moving closer.
Everything was so sudden, not a minute later I could feel his breath against my neck, the sticking out from his snap back tickled my cheek. It felt nice.
"You like the Arctic Monkeys?" He asked in a unbelievable tone.
"Yeah, Why?" I didn't dare to look at him and kept scrolling through my playlist, until I landed on a particular song of theres I liked.
"Their music is so seductive," He murmured. "It makes what ever atmosphere you're in change to hot and slow, don't you think?" While Harry was speaking he had inched his body closer to mine, his front was pressed against my back- he was kneeling on his knees.
I decided proceed with step one and press my back fully against his chest. I noted that Harry's breathing picked up at the full contact.
"Don't you think?" He asked quietly, his breath hitting my ear. The ability to speak had suddenly left my body, and all I could do was nod. Why was I getting so hot and bothered? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way round?
Harry brought his hand to my side, and softly ran his fingers down my sides. His breathing was heavier and so was mine, I had to stop. I was meant to be taking control.
All of a sudden I jumped off of my bed and out of Harry's grip. He scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion and looked at me. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head to rid the inappropriate thoughts invading my mind. "I-I need to change into my pajamas, I'll be back." I hasty moved my feet to my bathroom and shut the door, and leant back on the wood. This wasn't going well. He'd only been here about thirty minutes and things were already getting overwhelming.
I sighed and walked over to pick up my pajamas from the clothes hamper, before stripped down and changing. I felt uncomfortable. Like someone was watching me. But I shrugged it off and continued on changing.
HARRYS POV
Fuck.
That was the only word I could use to describe how I felt right now. After Finn had told me she was going to change, thousands of images invaded my mind. She shouldn't have said that. Her innocence was beginning to drive me insane. It was like she was being flirtatious and seductive, when she didn't know she was.
I played with the black device that was strapped securely to my leg. I was getting it off in two weeks; two weeks and I'd be free.
I whipped my head around to the bathroom door as Finn quietly walked out in a baggy shirt and some really short shorts. I gulped and averted my eyes from her. Why was she making me feel like this?
I felt the bed dip and glanced at her to see that she sat crossed legged on the other side of the bed with her phone in her hand.
The temptation was building. My frustration was slowly increasing as I watched as she bit her lip in concentration. Her legs crossed together perfectly. I know that sounded weird, but that's all I could think of. There weren't long, by they were tan as fuck.
Her hair was pulled up and she wore glasses. Holy Shit.
I couldn't take it anymore The air in her room was getting hot and sweaty, and I had to take my jacket off. I tossed it to the side and looked back and Finn. I have to.
I suddenly yanked her phone out of her hands and threw it to the carpet.
"Hey, what are yo-" She tried to protest but I had already grabbed her arms and pushed her back, so she was against the bed and in-between my legs. I held her wrists captive, so she couldn't move.
Her breath had increased quickly as her chest was rising up and down- which only made my grip tighten.
FINNS POV
Harry slowly leaned his head down to my neck. Where had this come from?
I gasped quietly as I felt his teeth nip at my skin, sucking, biting, everything that felt good. His hands slipped underneath my shirt and stayed on my hips, softly drawing circles into the skin.
The position we were in wasn't familiar; Harry had his knees either side by thighs and his hands gripped my wrists. His jacket and hat had been discard carelessly somewhere onto the floor.
The sound of his voice made my knees go weak, very bone in my body felt as if it could crack. It sent shivers down my spine and I couldn't control the whimper that left my throat;
"You're testing my patience, Princess."
"What's the first thing you want me to do?" I asked Eleanor as we sat in Spanish. It was the last period of the day and nearly everyone was falling asleep.
"Flirt with him, make it seem like you're interested in him."
I had spent at least forty five minutes in the shower contemplating whether or not saying yes to Eleanor's 'Plan' was the right thing to do. I felt so mean and uncomfortable doing this, I didn't know how much of it I could take.
"And exactly how am I meant to do that?"
She bit her lip in thought. "Invite him over!" She clapped her hands as if it was the best idea in the world. It was actually the worst idea.
"Uh, no. Do you remember what happened last time!? We almost got caught by my brother!"
She rolled her eyes, "Please? I'll come up with a plan tonight, then text you about it. Sound good?"
I huffed and glared at her, if this went bad, I was blaming Eleanor.
"Fine."
*****
The bell rung signaling it was the end of the day. Students lazily strolled out of class and down the hallways, while I sat outside near Harry's car, so I could catch him.
While I was waiting I decided to scope out his car; I know I had been in it before and all, but I didn't have much time to look at it.
It was shiny; Harry must have loved his car, even though there were a few dints and scratch marks and bullet holes; his Mustang was pretty tidy.
"Are you done?" A deep voice sounded from behind me, I halted my movements and glanced into the reflection of the glass, He was standing there in all his glory, with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Sorry, sorry," I stuttered and took my hands off of the door.
"What do you want?" He asked. Wow, that was rude.
I pursed my lips into a thin line and glared at him, but he didn't seem to care. I gulped nervously, was I going to do this? I swallowed the hard lump in my throat, here goes nothing.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight," I mumbled. "I don't think Hayden is home, and, well, you can sneak through my window if you want, so my parents don't see"
At the mention of coming over, Harry's eyes instantly lit up. Was he really that into me?
"What time should I be there?" He blew smoke out of his mouth, and even though I was against smoking- that was the sexiest thing I ever seen.
"About 8." I replied. Harry nodded in agreement and unlocked his car.
"See you then," He grinned, and I could tell by the look on his face. A lot was going to happen tonight.
****
"Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" I sat in my room on my bed, my phone pressed against my ear as I spilled my thoughts out to Eleanor.
"You'll be fine. You don't have to kiss him or whatever, just make him really frustrated. I know you can do this."
"What if I can't?" I whined.
"You can." Was all she said and then the phone line went dead. So much for Best Friend.
I sighed deeply and flopped back onto the bed, my heart was pounding. It was already 7:49. Harry would be here in less than 10 minutes. I told my parents that I was studying, and they left me alone.
I bit my lip and clutched my phone to my chest, I didn't even have an idea on how I started? Should I just giggle and twirl my hair? I don't fucking know.
A light tap on my window made me snap out of my day dream. I could see the outline of Harry's head, by the look of it he was wearing snap back; he needed to stop wearing them otherwise I will not hesitate to rip his clothes off.
I lifted myself off of the bed and made my way over to the window and unlocked it, letting Harry quickly and quietly sneak through. I couldn't even look at him, so I stared at his shoes. He was wearing the exact pair that he was when I first met him; they were still covered in mud. Typical.
"Hey," He spoke. His voice was low and gravelly, and it sent chills down my spine.
"Hey," I replied back, and I finally had the decency to look up at him, he had a glint in his eye, something I hadn't noticed until now.
The air was awkward and uncomfortable, what should I do?
"What would you like to do?" I asked him and walked over to where my computer was and opened it up. Harry followed suit and lay on his back with his arms crossed behind his head, his feet crossing over. He shrugged tiredly and yawned. "Whatever you want to do."
I didn't reply and kept typing on my computer, I clicked onto my Itunes and felt Harry moved from behind me; from what I could tell, he was moving closer.
Everything was so sudden, not a minute later I could feel his breath against my neck, the sticking out from his snap back tickled my cheek. It felt nice.
"You like the Arctic Monkeys?" He asked in a unbelievable tone.
"Yeah, Why?" I didn't dare to look at him and kept scrolling through my playlist, until I landed on a particular song of theres I liked.
"Their music is so seductive," He murmured. "It makes what ever atmosphere you're in change to hot and slow, don't you think?" While Harry was speaking he had inched his body closer to mine, his front was pressed against my back- he was kneeling on his knees.
I decided proceed with step one and press my back fully against his chest. I noted that Harry's breathing picked up at the full contact.
"Don't you think?" He asked quietly, his breath hitting my ear. The ability to speak had suddenly left my body, and all I could do was nod. Why was I getting so hot and bothered? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way round?
Harry brought his hand to my side, and softly ran his fingers down my sides. His breathing was heavier and so was mine, I had to stop. I was meant to be taking control.
All of a sudden I jumped off of my bed and out of Harry's grip. He scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion and looked at me. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head to rid the inappropriate thoughts invading my mind. "I-I need to change into my pajamas, I'll be back." I hasty moved my feet to my bathroom and shut the door, and leant back on the wood. This wasn't going well. He'd only been here about thirty minutes and things were already getting overwhelming.
I sighed and walked over to pick up my pajamas from the clothes hamper, before stripped down and changing. I felt uncomfortable. Like someone was watching me. But I shrugged it off and continued on changing.
HARRYS POV
Fuck.
That was the only word I could use to describe how I felt right now. After Finn had told me she was going to change, thousands of images invaded my mind. She shouldn't have said that. Her innocence was beginning to drive me insane. It was like she was being flirtatious and seductive, when she didn't know she was.
I played with the black device that was strapped securely to my leg. I was getting it off in two weeks; two weeks and I'd be free.
I whipped my head around to the bathroom door as Finn quietly walked out in a baggy shirt and some really short shorts. I gulped and averted my eyes from her. Why was she making me feel like this?
I felt the bed dip and glanced at her to see that she sat crossed legged on the other side of the bed with her phone in her hand.
The temptation was building. My frustration was slowly increasing as I watched as she bit her lip in concentration. Her legs crossed together perfectly. I know that sounded weird, but that's all I could think of. There weren't long, by they were tan as fuck.
Her hair was pulled up and she wore glasses. Holy Shit.
I couldn't take it anymore The air in her room was getting hot and sweaty, and I had to take my jacket off. I tossed it to the side and looked back and Finn. I have to.
I suddenly yanked her phone out of her hands and threw it to the carpet.
"Hey, what are yo-" She tried to protest but I had already grabbed her arms and pushed her back, so she was against the bed and in-between my legs. I held her wrists captive, so she couldn't move.
Her breath had increased quickly as her chest was rising up and down- which only made my grip tighten.
FINNS POV
Harry slowly leaned his head down to my neck. Where had this come from?
I gasped quietly as I felt his teeth nip at my skin, sucking, biting, everything that felt good. His hands slipped underneath my shirt and stayed on my hips, softly drawing circles into the skin.
The position we were in wasn't familiar; Harry had his knees either side by thighs and his hands gripped my wrists. His jacket and hat had been discard carelessly somewhere onto the floor.
The sound of his voice made my knees go weak, very bone in my body felt as if it could crack. It sent shivers down my spine and I couldn't control the whimper that left my throat;
"You're testing my patience, Princess."
Notes
omg i know okay things happened way too fast but i was getting Harry feels all at school today and i needed to let it out omgmassive cliff hanger IM SORRY
don't know when I'll update next, probs next week or something idk
oh and Bailey and I are literally like wtf srsly okay so this chick who i really hate told him to "not date me" bc im apparently 'clingy' and like no im not a clingy person i just want him to DATE ME
idk srly tho I'm sorry for not updating earlier like I got major writers block and yeah
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