Mr . Styles

Chapter 8

Katrina's POV

I had a hard time falling asleep, I just wanted harry to come back and just make me feel that way again .

It was so so wrong what we were doing.. but why did I like it so much?

I slept in pretty late considering I fell asleep so late and when I woke up it was already 2pm .

I got into the shower and slid into my skinny jeans and a crop top. I wasn't exactly sure what Harry's plans were for tonight but I assumed we were staying in because the age gap..

I got my overnight bag packed and quickly straightened my long hair .

As I walked down stairs there was a note on the counter from my mom that read

"Didn't want to wake you, had to start my errands for the day. I love you! have fun at Emily's call me if you need anything xoxo"

Good start to the day, I didn't even have to fake walk down the road I could just walk right over to Harry's.

I grabbed something small to eat and then I headed over to Harry's house . I didn't even realize how nervous I was until I was on his doorstep.

I knocked lightly and he answered in only his boxers .

oh fuck .

His curly hair was fallen messily and he still looked pretty tired but damn.

"Oh hello beautiful." harry groaned.

"I didn't really know when to come over but yeah... I'm sorry." I brushed the hair out of my face and looked down.

"don't be sorry. come in." Harry smiled

his house was really nice and larger than it appeared .

He had me take a seat on the couch and told me that he had to shower .

"you're welcome to join, you know." harry winked .

"I'm good" I laughed .

As he went upstairs I heard the shower come on and I found myself imagining what his body looked with water running over it.

I should leave. This was all wrong . he's way too old for me.

I checked my phone and louis had texted me again. He's been texting me non stop since yesterday.

I blocked his number for the time being, if harry saw louis texting me I feel like he would get angry..

I heard the shower click off and heard Harry open another door, which im guessing was his room.

When he came down the stairs he was in polished black shoes and a black and white tuxedo .

His hair was pushed back and his curls looked flawless, when he was all dressed up and his hair slicked back it made him look younger .

"Um aren't we stayin in?" I asked awkwardly.

"oh no, I intend tonight to be very special. I'll take you shopping to get a dress ." Harry smiled.

Oh gosh. I'm not prepared for this .