Teaching Harry... | Harry Styles | AU|

Chapter 11

"So I just had a guy tip me a hundred dollars because I apparently have a great rack. How's your Saturday night going?" Payton deadpanned down the phone. The hectic noise of the Las Vegas casino she worked at buzzing around her as she walked. Busy excited voices and the arcade music from the slot machines chiming in the air as she strutted through the hustle and bustle of tourists.

Harriet couldn't help but cringe as soon as she heard Payton's words. A glint of humour playing with her lips before she parted them and said, "well no ones tipping me for having big tits, so my night can't be going as well as yours."

Payton's laugh resounded down the phone before she replied, "well how unfortunate for you," joking sarcastically, her tone dry and filled with amusement. "Maybe this is what happens when you get divorced? You just become an old spinster and nobody notices your tits."

"Fuck you." Harriet let out through a giggle that bubbled from her chest. A coy smile spreading across her mouth as she continued clutching the phone to her ear while heading into the kitchen.

"So, how is your night going?" Payton asked once her  own chuckle died down. "How many glasses of wine you on?"

"What makes you think I'm drinking?" Harriet retorted as she actually poured her second glass of white wine, her hip casually resting against the breakfast bar.

"Because I'm your big sister and I know you like the back of my hand."

"Fair one." Harriet smirked, swirling the wine her large glass before bringing it to her lips.

"So when are you gonna come and visit me here? I can get you a free stay in the hotel, show you around the strip." Payton beamed with excitement at the very idea.

"It'll have to be over the summer, I'm too busy with school."

"Ugh, that's ages away." Payton whined.

"I know. But maybe we can do a something small over winter break?" Harriet suggested before taking another sip from her wine.

"Yes! That would be ace." Payton responded with warm enthusiasm. "Anyway kid, I've gotta get back to it. Speak to you soon?"

"Of course." Harriet smiled. "Love you."

"Love you too." Payton sang down the phone before hanging up.

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A few hours later Harriet was curled up in the corner of her sofa. Mindlessly watching the television that rested on the wall above the fireplace. Her concentration barely even focusing on the images playing across the screen as her thoughts floated elsewhere.

Her emotions flickering somewhere between misery and anxiety as her brain decided to torture her by going through memories of her ex-husband and her crumbled marriage. While also adding fuel to the fire by allowing images of her deep, intense kiss with Harry to enter her mind. Arousal licking at her lower stomach accompanied by an desperate fear at how wrong she had been for kissing him in the first place. Dreaded fantasies of the police kicking down her door and arresting her for being so stupid as to get involved with a minor.

What was wrong with her?

She was sick! Perverse!

It had been a week and she still couldn't stop thinking about it...

Her actions were so shameful that even in her solitude Harriet couldn't help but groan out loud and bury her face in her hands. Her body sinking deeper within itself as she tried to calm the whirling emotions in her chest.