Bad Boy Styles

Our noses were pressed firmly against each other yet I couldn’t stop. My skin felt like it was on fire and my fingers fumbled with the zipper of Harry’s jacket, the temperature of the car immediately feeling too hot. Harry licked at my bottom lip and I moaned, yet I didn’t grant him access into my mouth, which seemed to annoy him. He snaked his arms around my waist and pressed his hands onto my back, urging me to come closer.

“Let me really kiss you.” He demanded and I shook my head, pressing my lips back to his but not wanting this to go further. The amount of trouble Harry and I would be in if Hayden or my parents were to find out about this unimaginable.

“Please,” He begged but once again I denied him, gripping onto his shirt tightly and pressing my lips down his neck. It was all instinct, I’d never done this before and it felt heavenly- like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

We kissed for what felt like hours, the occasional sucking on my neck on Harry’s part, which resulted in a hickey forming at the base of my neck. I glared at him and he laughed. “Sweetheart, just cover it up when you’re around your family, they’ll never know.” I blushed hard and buried my face into the crook of his neck. I still didn’t know whether or not Harry and I were a “thing.” Heck, I still didn’t know if I could trust Harry. Sure he’d finally got that stupid ankle bracelet off, but now that he was free to do whatever he pleased, I was afraid drugs and violence would come into the mix.

“I think we should go back.” I said quietly while checking the time on my phone. My mother would be furious if I showed up at home three hours over my curfew- and right now I had at least 20 minutes to get back.

Harry hummed before we uncurled ourselves from each other’s bodies. Harry had at some point given me his jacket when I had pouted to him about it being cold, it smelt like cigarette’s and the dull scent of his cologne, it was badly intoxicating.

I sat quietly in the passenger side seat as Harry drove back to my house, we didn’t talk about our kiss and personally I didn’t want to- I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone really. If I went and told Eleanor she’d bust a nut and have me put under the witness protection agency, when I was clearly doing fine on my own. Harry pulled out a packet of cigarettes and lit one, the smell immediately engulfing my senses and I crinkled my nose at the stench, which Harry laughed at. I rolled my eyes and stared out of the window.

“You can’t tell your friends about… what happened.” I told Harry and he smirked.

“Sweetheart, if I was to tell any of my friends I made out with a fifteen year old, I’d be sent to juvi so fast I wouldn’t know what was happening.” He laughed. It was true, though. If anyone besides Harry and I were to find out about our heated moment in the back of his car then he’d be charged, I’d no doubt be called vulgar names and no one would want to be friends with me. My parents would disown me.


We arrived shortly after to our street and Harry made sure to drop me off a little before my house so it looked like I walked home.

“Finn,” He said and I turned to look at him, but before I knew what was happening he had pressed our mouths together it a short, sweet kiss. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow yeah?”
“Yeah,” I replied and he drove off after that, leaving me to ponder on my thoughts and think of a way to keep my mouth shut about everything. I sighed tiredly and began to walk the pathway home, my mother’s car was in the drive way and Hayden’s Bentley was parked beside it- I’m surprised Harry hasn’t tried to vandalise it.

“Oh, Finn, how nice of you to join us.” My Mother greeted. “Dinner’s just been served, come and sit down.”

I slid off my shoes, jacket and bag and slid into the chair beside Hayden, who looked suspicious. “Mum,” He spoke and she hummed. “Do we have any butter?” She babbled on about how we do have butter and proceeded to go back into the kitchen in search of it.

“You’ll need to cover that bruise.” Hayden remarked and I gasped loudly. I brought my hair over to one side of my neck and covered the hickey Harry had oh so kindly given me. My Mother had returned to the dining room shortly after and I sure as hell knew I looked red and puffed. Did Hayden know who the hickey was from? Oh my goodness.



After dinner had finished and I had taken a shower and was just about ready for bed, I had checked the locks of my window so Harry wasn’t able to barge in, a tap at my window was heard.

I frowned momentarily before getting up to see what the problem was, only to find Harry half hanging out of his window.

He opened a white piece of paper once he was back inside;

Meet me in the library tomorrow at lunch?

He raised his eyebrows and I searched my room for something to write on. I replied with a small “yes” and he replied with “goodnight” He blew a kiss through our windows and I blushed which made him laugh; I waved before pushing back the curtains and shutting the light off.

Tomorrow was going to be eventful.

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