TREPIDATION // h.s

CHAPTER 33 //

Delilah Allen

As I'm starting to wake up and my senses come alive, I feel warmth next to me and I inhale a familiar scent. When memories of last night pop up in my head, a smile spreads on my face.

I slowly open my eyes, adjusting to the bright sun blasting into my room. I'm met with his puffy eyes, they're glowing. My smile must rub off on him, because the sides of his mouth pull up, causing his dimples to pop.

"Hey." He says through the smile.

"Hi," I respond, lightly biting the inside of my lip.

His hand moves under the covers and I feel him grip the back of my thigh, keeping it there. "Sleep well?"

"Mhm." I nod, unable to get rid of the stupid smile on my face. "You?"

"Amazing."

"How long have you been up?" I ask, gently placing my hand on his chest.

"Not long." He moves his head closer to mine, so our foreheads touch slightly.

"Good." I lean my face closer to him, my lips subtly grazing his.

He moves his teeth to my bottom lip and pulls it out. He stares down at the ink on the lip. "I still can't believe you did this."

"That's why you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, Mr. Styles."

He smirks and then his hand that was on my thigh starts moving. He brushes the skin all the way up to my panties. He traces the fabric of the band lightly. So focused on his every move.

My breathing intensifies as I feel his warm fingers start to toy with the band. Every now and then lifting it just the slightest.

While he does this, his head moves in beneath mine and he starts kissing the skin around my collarbone. I lay my head down completely, at the same time, a small moan accidentally escapes my mouth.

This makes him loop up at me, his eyes wild. He keeps the contact with my eyes as he sneakily slips one of his fingers into the panty. I unintentionally widen my eyes at the contact. He licks his bottom lip devilishly when I do this.

"I want you so badly Li." He speaks through his juicy lips.

I want to answer but I'm too startled by the three loud knocks at my door. Why do we always have to get fucking interrupted?

"Lila, are you up?" It's my dad.

I smack my hand over Harry's mouth. I wouldn't be surprised if he pulled some stupid shit like talking to my dad right now.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm up," I say trying to sound natural.

"Can I come in?"

"Just give me a second Dad," I say frantically. I shove Harry down the side of the bed and I mouth. "Be quiet." He just returns me a smirk.

I jank open my closet and I pull out a robe, I quickly tie it around my waist, and then I unlock the door.

"I brought coffee." I'm met with a friendly face. "Why'd you lock your door?"

"Thanks, Dad." I take the coffee from him. "I was really tired last night and I didn't want anyone to wake me."

"Should I come in?" He looks behind me into my room.

"Rather not, it's really messy in here. I have some trash to take out." I smile at my remark.

"Alright, well I have something to ask you." He looks down at the ground. "So I have a date tonight, and I was wondering if you'd help me pick out something to wear?"