HARRY’S P.O.V.


The next few days pass by fairly quick as I await my trip to Louis’ house. I haven’t decided just how forward I’m going to be, but I have to do something. Say something.

Surely when Emma asked him if she was allowed to hang out, she hadn’t told him my name. Why would she expect him to know of any of the students in her class?

Abby keeps telling me that him not knowing I’m coming over gives me the upper hand. I was pretty proud of myself for being so bold when I saw him pacing the hallway outside of Mr. Malik’s room. I could tell that he was nervous around me and that gave me the burst of confidence that I have now, only a few hours away from going to pick up his daughter.

“Harry! Come down here, please.”

I roll my eyes as my mum’s voice travels upstairs from the kitchen.

“Yeah, coming!”

I push aside my Calculus work which I’m actually thankful my mum is interrupting me from, not that the thought of Louis wasn’t already.

I hop off of my bed and fling the door open, bouncing down the stairs quickly to find my mum and sister, Gemma leaning against the counter with tea steeping next to them.

“What’s up?”

“I just wanted to go over the ground rules because I’m leaving in an hour. I’ll be gone until
Tuesday, so Gemma make sure Harry is up for school. Harry, Gemma will be at Louise’s for the weekend, so you’ll have the house to yourself. No parties. No girls. Liam and Niall can come over, but please don’t get wild. I don’t want a repeat of this summer.”

This summer. Let’s just say that I had a few people over and my neighbors weren’t too fond of finding some of them sleeping in their yard the next morning. How could I resist throwing a party at least once? My mum is a flight attendant, so sometimes she’s gone for a longer period of time and I had to try it. I’ve felt bad ever since because it caused my mum a lot of grief that she didn’t deserve.

“‘Course, mum. I promise to behave.”

Mum turns to Gemma next, giving her an expectant look, waiting for an acknowledgment of her requests.

“And I promise to make sure Harry’s at school on Monday and Tuesday.”

Mum smiles at us both and pulls us into an obligatory group hug.

“Thank you, guys. I’m sorry that I’m gone so much, but you’re both old enough to take care of yourselves and I trust you.”

She probably shouldn’t trust us. I know for a fact that Gemma isn’t staying with Louise. She’s been planning on going to see her boyfriend, Ashton, in London. Gemma and I have always had a secret pact to never rat each other out and it’s worked for us so far. I’m close to my sister and we’re both smart enough to not get ourselves in deep shit.

“Well, I have to go get ready. There are leftovers in the fridge and you know you can call Robin if something happens. I promise I won’t send him over to spy on you.”

Gemma and I chuckle as mum makes her way to her bedroom. Mum and Robin have been
friends for years. Anyone with eyes can tell that he’s madly in love with her, but she’s always used the ‘I need to focus on my children’ excuse when it comes to dating. I think they’re probably an item in secret at the moment. I don’t mind. I like him a lot and it isn’t like there’s any hope of my dad coming back. He’s been gone for years and I’ve hardly heard a thing about him in all that time.
Once we hear mum’s door close, Gemma turns to me, speaking in a low tone.

“Okay, so as soon as mum leaves, I’m taking off for London. Call me if something happens, okay?”

I roll my eyes and playfully elbow her.

“Yeah, yeah. Tell Ashton hi. Oh, and let me know when you get there safe. It’s a long drive.”

She elbows me back and takes her tea with her as she makes her way to the stairs.

“Worry wart.”

I try to think of a good comeback, but I give up when my thoughts immediately turn to Louis. For a week now, I can’t think of anything else and it’s already getting in the way of school. I’m such an obsessive person, but it’s so much worse when it comes to Louis. He’s everything I never knew I wanted.



LOUIS’ P.O.V.


The house is so much quieter now that Cece is gone. Messier too, but I don’t mind. I’m sure Emma does because she always seems to be picking up after me. Like right now, for example. She’s picking up my mound of shoes from the front door and carrying them upstairs to put them in my closet.

“Sweetie, what are you doing? I don’t want you to clean up after me.”

She smiles kindly and when she ignores me, I stand up, taking some of the shoes out of her arms.

“I just don’t want it to be a wreck when my friend comes to get me.”

I totally forgot about that. I was looking forward to spending time with my daughter tonight, but now it looks like I can get drunk and watch the telly, which also sounds appealing.

“He doesn’t have to come in if you’re embarrassed by me.”

“Dad! I’m not! Besides, you’re the one who said he had to come over and meet you first.”

I also forgot about my lame attempts at being a responsible father. I should probably stick to that. Maybe I’ll test him and try offering him a beer to see if he’ll take it. That seems like something my dad would do.

“You’re right. Well, I’ll help you straighten up downstairs then, eh?”

“You don’t have to, dad. I don’t mind.”

We put all of my shoes down in the closet which is almost as messy as my room, all of the
clothes I’ve worn since Cece left strewn everywhere. At least I have more closet space now, not that I’ll use it.

“Nonsense. I’ll do the kitchen, at least. It’s pretty bad.”


______


After Emma and I have cleaned the downstairs, we’re both sweaty and gross. I didn’t realize how much work it was to take care of a place the size of mine and I make a mental note to hire a maid. Emma hurries off to get ready and I take a long hot shower before her ‘friend’ gets here. I don’t want to embarrass her that badly.

Every time I’m in the shower, or even just naked, all I can think about is Harry Styles. I’ve been pretty good about blocking out his perfect face the rest of the day. Excluding while I’m alone at the office or in my car. Okay, I haven’t been as good about it as I would like. It’s just that ever since I’ve heard his voice, I have so much more to go off of when I think about him sucking me off or letting me fuck him.

It’s all quite terrible, but I love every second of it. To date, I’d say that I’ve wanked to the thought of Harry approximately fifteen times. I really have too much free-time, but even if I were busy, I’d make time because imagining his body flush against mine makes me weak at the knees in the best way possible.

When I step out of the shower, I dry off my body and rub the towel roughly over my hair. It’s getting longer and takes a while to dry sometimes. Right now, it’s messy and all over the place, but I don’t see the need to style it when I’m only staying home. As I pull on my boxers, I hear a faint knock on the front door.

“Emma! I think your friend is here!”

Nothing, except another knock. Shit. Emma is probably still in the shower. Who knows how long she’ll take and I’ll be stuck with this dweeb the entire time. I find some grey joggers in my drawer that are clean and pull them on quickly, followed by a black v-neck. I knock on Emma’s bathroom door and the shower is still running.

“What?”

“Your friend is here. How much longer will you be?”

“He said to be ready at six! Maybe another half hour?”

Fucking hell.

“Okay, hurry up, please!”

The visitor knocks on the door again and I run down the stairs, out of breath now from rushing around the house. I fling the door open carelessly and feel my heart flutter when my eyes meet with the boy who is standing at my doorstep.

“Harry? What the hell are you doing here?”

How does he know where I live? And what possessed him to show up in those damned skinny jeans and half-buttoned flannel. God, he looks sexy.

“Um, I’m here for Emma.”

“Emma? As in, my-“ I bite my tongue. Do I want him to know I’m a dad? Of course, he already knows, “-daughter?”

He grins and sways back and forth on the balls of his feet, hands in his back pockets, exactly
where I want to put my hands.

“Yep. That’s the one.”

I’m utterly speechless and wishing I had done something to my hair.

“Uh, come in. She’ll be a little while still.”

I move out of the way and Harry steps past me, carefully removing his shoes on the strip of tile before the living room.

“That was the plan.”

I walk to the couch, still a bit shaken up from the shock of seeing his face.

“What was the plan?”

Before I sit down, I turn around to find him standing only a foot away, towering over me.

“To arrive before she was ready so me and you could... talk.”

He’s quite confident for his age, but I can see the pulse in his neck twitch out of control. My eyes trail down to his chest which is partially exposed, making my mouth water.

“Then...talk.”

Harry moves closer and I feel like I should probably take a step back, but I can’t. My feet are cemented to the floor by his stare. I’m not going anywhere.
It isn’t until Harry’s fingertips brush against my forearm that I move, and when I do, I close the gap between us. I wrap my arms around Harry’s thin waist as he drapes his arms over my shoulders, his fingers roaming my damp hair.

“Just took a shower?”

His lips are centimeters away from my cheek as he leans down to talk to me.

“Is this your idea of small talk?”

I hiss in his ear and his lips press lightly against my jaw, just along my growing beard. How did we get here and what the hell would Emma think if she walked in?

“I never have been good at casual conversation.”

The way his breath hits my neck is sending chills throughout my body, collectively exciting what’s in my pants. I tug at his shirt to balance myself as I raise up on my toes to meet his height, looking him straight in the eyes.

“Then save it.”

At that, I lose all sense of responsibility and reason. Maybe I lost that a week ago when I first saw this boy. Either way, there is no turning back as I crash my lips into his in a messy, desperate kiss. I relax into him and return to my normal height. He follows me, leaning down so as to refrain from detaching our lips. I fist his shirt tighter in my hands, jutting my hips up into his groin, causing him to whimper against my mouth.

Just as I’m about to resume my attack on his intoxicating lips, Emma causes commotion, her footsteps hurrying around above us.

“Here,” Harry’s fingers dip into the pocket of my sweats, leaving something behind, “That’s my address. I’ll be home alone all weekend. Please come over tonight.”

He presses his forehead against mine, aiming to catch his breath after our heated session. His lips softly press against mine again and he lingers there, waiting for my response.

“I don’t know, I-“

His perfect rosy lips meet mine again and I kiss back fervently.

“Please.”

He whispers simply against my lips and all I can do is nod.

Just then, we are pulled apart by Emma’s footsteps hitting the stairs. I sit down abruptly, signaling for Harry to occupy the other end of the couch, which he does rapidly.

Emma appears at the bottom of the staircase, hair and makeup done perfectly and I want to punch myself for snogging her date. I didn’t even think of how this would all affect her once I saw Harry at my door. What if she likes him?

Well, I guess it isn’t entirely my fault; he’d never like her anyway since she isn’t a boy. Fucking hell, I’m actually trying to justify snogging my daughter’s date.
Hopefully she only sees him as a friend and I’ll be sure to remind him to let her down easy.

“Hey, Harry. Sorry I took so long. You were early.”

She grins shyly and I put on my best dad smile, speaking before he can make some lame excuse as to why he was early.

“Off you go. Don’t have her home too late, please.”

Emma nods and walks to the door. As Harry and I stand up, I mumble behind his shoulder something terribly inappropriate only because I know it will be inaudible to my daughter.

“The sooner you get her home, the sooner I can get you in bed.”

I watch his shoulders tense and he turns his head to the side, showing off a gratifying smirk.

“Can’t wait.”

The sound of his voice at a whisper drives me mad and I clench my teeth to hold myself back from saying anything else that I shouldn’t.

“Uh- It was nice meeting you, Harry. Have fun and keep in touch, Em.”

At least I know I can trust him to keep his hands off of her. I hope the same goes for his friends.

“Okay, bye dad. See you later.”

Emma kisses my cheek and walks out the door, Harry just behind her. Before he closes the door, he turns and gives me a devious wink that gives me loads of hope for later tonight.

What the fuck am I doing and why can’t I stop?

Notes

HEHEHEHE Sorry I get excited over Larry sexy-ness....
So, comment please because I love you.
Also, if you would like to, vote and subscribe! :D
I'm getting really excited about this story now that it's unfolding <3

What do you think will happen when Emma hangs out with Harry and his group? What about later that night? ;)

HOW ARE YOU GUYS BTW?! Just thought I'd ask! hehe x