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Too Much

Chapter 20

"You should really get some sleep, baby." Harry whispers as I lay with my head on his chest.

After he settled down when I told him about Max kissing me, we continued our small interrogation, asking each other of things we like to do, what we hate, things like that as we laid together in the bed.

"I know," I nod, but I want to take in every last moment I can of this perfect night with him. I have an unsettling feeling inside telling me that when this night ends, everything will go back to the way it was.

Harry will go back to being an ass when he's with his friends, and I will have to deal with the repercussions of his behavior. As much as I want to believe everything he has said and done, it's impossible for Harry to just change his personality in the matter of a few days.

Between his fingertips massaging my scalp and the stream of thoughts running through my mind, I eventually drift off as he holds me to his chest.

"Addie, you have to get up if you want to stop at your house to change." Harry shakes me awake wearing his boxers only.

"What time is it?" I groan as the sunlight temporarily blinds me.

"Almost 6, come on." He pulls the blanket from me and I quickly pull it back to cover my almost naked body.

"I need to shower," I say running my hands through my tangled mess of hair.

"Let's go." He orders and takes me hand, yanking me from the warm comfort of the bed.

"Uh, I'm not showering with you.."

"Why not? Adelaide, I've already seen you naked. It's just a shower anyway." He laughs.

"You go first." I ignore him. It's not that I'm self conscious of my body, but how tempting it will be to have him in there when we need to get to school.

"Okay fine we won't, but you go first. God knows you girls take forever and I can go without one."

"Thank you." I smile, pleased that I didn't let him change my mind.

I rush through my shower so we have time to go back to my house. When I get out, I see that Harry had left a pile of clothes for me to change into.

I smile with the smell of his scent is covering the shirt and sweatpants he left. They're far too big for me, but they'll do for just the drive.

"Are you ready?" Harry says as soon as I emerge from the bathroom. His hair is pushed back and contained by a gray beanie. I didn't think this guy could get anymore attractive; but damn, was I wrong.

"Yeah, thanks for the clothes."

"You look good in them." He winks and takes my hand to lead me to his car.

"Addie, we're going to be late!" I laugh when Harry groans from the other side of the door. I had to quickly change so I wasn't wearing the same outfit as yesterday.

"Settle down, I'm ready!" I come out dressed in some different jeans and my warm knit sweater. I'll just have to let my hair air dry, I don't have time to do anything with it.

He practically drags me back out to his car. I don't know what his rush is, but it's cute how he is acting.

"So how are you?"

"I'm great and yourself?" I smile as we drive to school.

"No I mean.. Like after last night? Because of your parents... Because of me?" He asks wearily.

"Oh.. I'm better. It was just a lot to handle, I'll get over it." I explain.

"What about us? Are we okay?" He pulls off his beanie and rakes his fingers through the curly hair before putting it back on.

I hesitate to respond for a minute. I'm not sure what he means by "us." If I was doing what Harry and I are doing with any other guy, I'd call us a couple, but I don't think that's what Harry and I are. He hasn't expressed any interesting in "dating," but I'm content with where we are. He seems to be committed to me, so I won't push him to put a label on whatever we are... As long as he acts the part.

"Are you asking because of what I told you about Max?" I almost didn't want to ask, but I need him to know that I would much rather be with him than Max.

"Well yeah, and because," he sighs and closes his eyes for a second, trying to find the right words to say. "I can't read you, Addie. I have no idea what you are thinking, I don't know."

His admission shocks me. Harry almost seems... vulnerable, dare I say?

"First of all, I will tell you every day until you understand that Max is no more than a friend," I take his hand and run my thumb back and forth across the rough skin of his knuckles. "And you don't need to be able to read me, because I'll tell you. I love that you have done a 180 for me. I recognize that it is difficult for you, but just know that I really appreciate you trying. And I had a really great time last night, and I hope it wasn't the last time." I smile and lean over the center console of his car to kiss his cheek.

He holds onto my hand until we park in the lot at the school and he shuts off the ignition.

"I had a good time last night, too." He turns to me and smiles, making his dimples show.

"We should probably get to class now." I say as I lean over to give him a quick kiss.

He abruptly pulls me by my arms to climb over my seat to his lap as he deepens the kiss.

"Sorry," I pull my face from his as he groans when my hand accidentally presses against his crotch.

"Well don't apologize, but you're going to have to finish what you started." His eyes glisten when he reattached his lips to mine and I hear him unzip his black jeans.

"In here?" My eyes widen. I'm still new to anything involving sex.

"You're fault." He chuckles when his manhood emerges from the front of his pants.

"I can't believe I'm late because..." I stop myself before having to say it as we half walk, half run down the empty halls.

"Because you gave me a hand job in my car?" He grins and I swat his arm.

"Shut up!" I scold him.

"Okay, see ya later, babe. I need to go to the office." He smacks my ass before walking into the room. He's lucky everyone's already in class, or we would have just started many rumors.

I can't wipe the grin off my face as I walk down the hall, now by myself. Wow, I really have changed-I think to myself. I'm still shocked with this mornings events, and it's only 8.

"Nice of you to show up, Ms. Walker." Ms. Davis says in a sarcastic tone when I awkwardly enter class twenty minutes late, my face red from rushing down the hall.

"Sorry." I mutter and quickly sit next to Max.

"Why are you late?" He whispers.

"I uh, my ride was late." I lie and open my notebook.

"So, I was wondering-" Max begins before the door opens loudly.

"Harry, what can I do for you?" Ms. Davis asks him.

He quickly looks to me and I look at him confused as all hell. Why is he here?

"I just got moved into this hour. I had to switch my schedule around." He winks at me while she looks at his note from the office and nods.

So that's why he had to go there.

"Okay, you can go sit by Jeremy, Brandon dropped last week so he has no lab partner." She points to the table with an empty chair.

Ms. Davis talks the whole class about something less interesting than why Harry would switch into this class. The whole class I doodle on my notebook trying to pass the time. The bell finally rings, and I don't even talk to Max before I go meet up with Harry to walk to math. I didn't mean to blow him off, but I promise myself to apologize later; I'm far too curious of Harry's recent switch.

"What the hell was that?" I smile when I catch up to him. I'm definitely not mad, glad really, but also confused.

"I wanted to take bio first hour." He shrugs, a grin threatening on his lips.

"Bull, what are you up to Styles?" I elbow him.

"I just needed to change my schedule."

"Sure." I roll my eyes at his difficult attitude.

We get to statistics and sit down in our usual spots. It's such a relief going through the day without worrying if he's going to be in a good or bad mood. I think our start to the day made us both in a good mood.

The day goes by quickly and before I know it, Harry is driving me home. The day went great, no drama in sight. I have that terrible feeling that this is just the calm before the storm. It's been awhile since things have gone my way, so it's just our of habit that I prepare for the worst.

"Hey Haz!" I hear Louis say when Harry parks in his driveway.

"Oh, hey Addie." He sees me when I get out of the passenger seat with my book bag.

And here comes the storm...

"Hey, Louis." I wave and awkwardly stand there, not sure what to do.

"Everyone's at Zayn's, you coming?" He turns to Harry, who is suddenly quiet.

"Um, yeah," be agrees. "See you tomorrow, Addie." He adds and quickly looks at me.

"You can come too, Addie." Louis offers.

"That's fine, I should get home. Thanks for the ride, Harry." I tell him coldly before turning on my heel towards my house.

Harry looks back as he and Louis walk down the street, but I quickly turn away.

I don't know why I'm angry, I guess I just wished he would mention us to Louis. I should've known though, Harry doesn't do relationships, and of course he won't ruin his reputation.

I just feel hurt that Harry practically ignored me when Louis showed up. We had come so far this weekend.. One step forward, three steps back.

I sigh and scold myself for not listening to my head, but my heart.


When I get inside my house, I remember my dad is in London so I have the house to myself until my mom decides to show up. It's like I've been neglected, even though I know my parents still love me. It's just so weird now that my parents have split up. I had never thought it would be me that would have to go through this.

I push away my thoughts of Harry, scolding myself for letting him consume my mind. I never want to be that girl that lets a single person take over their life. I have other priorities, at least I try to convince myself that. I carry out my thoughts by forcing myself to go to my room and complete my homework. I have a lot, but it will help distract me for a bit.

Just as I finish my math review packet, my phone vibrates. I notice that it is already dark out when I look to see it's eight at night, and I've spent hours on homework.



From: Harry Styles
Can I come over?



I literally laugh out loud. How many times did I warn myself that this would happen? My blood boils with the audacity of Harry... How can he not realize he's acting like he always has? Is he even making an effort to change like he said?


To: Harry Styles
I'm doing homework.



I simply reply to his text. I don't want to show him I'm angry. He needs to realize himself to get the point and learn a lesson.


From: Harry Styles
Can you do it later? I'm boredddddd



To: Harry Styles
No, and you should probably do that bio worksheet.



From: Harry Styles
I need help on it, I'll be over in a minute ;)




I groan and pull out my earbuds to go downstairs. Of course when I get to the bottom of the stairs, he is already standing at the door peeking through the glass, a big smile on his face. Tonight should be interesting.



Notes



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Comments

Love this Story. Have read it 3-4 times now and I still Love it. :)

Lynn Lynn
3/18/18

sorry. sometimes i can replace these names with Tessa, Hardin, Landon, etc. I really liked your style but not too original.. x

Ekaterina Ekaterina
7/4/17

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9/11/16

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