Tempting•H.S. (MAJOR EDITING)

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Harry's POV

I stand in the shower, my back pressed against the cold tile. Julie is a lifesaver. If it wasn't for her I would probably still be walking around here hard. The hot water scolds my body, but I'm too tired to care. I stay there a few more minutes, before I'm snapped out of my thoughts.

"Harry, what's going on with you?" Julie asks. "We haven't spoken in almost a year."

I groan, not wanting to be reminded of the girl next door. I turn the shower off, wrapping a towel around my hips.

Julie lays in her bead, wrapped in her sheets.

"You know how I had that little problem before I moved here?" I ask.

She nods. "Didn't you get help with that?"

I shake my head yes. "I have to distract and distance myself, but I don't know if I can with this one."

Julie groans. "So what are you going to do? How old is this one Harry?"

"I don't know how old she is. She looks around fifteen or sixteen." I tell her.

"Your youngest one. Harry what are you going to do? I don't think her parents would want her with a twenty-seven year old," she huffs out.

"I know Julie, that's when you come in. I need you to be there as my distraction. I need to be able to fuck you whenever I need to. I really don't want to takes this girl's innocence away," I tell her.

Julie glances up at me. She gives me a 'I can't believe I'm doing this' look.

"Okay, Harry. Only because I don't want you messing with this girl. She's nothing but a child, and that's the reason you moved here anyways. Plus, it'll be like old times," she says.

I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in. My hands cup her face.

"Thank you so much, Jules." I say, calling her by her nickname.

She smiles. "I want something out of this though."

I knew it.

"What else could be better than getting to have sex with me?" I tease.

Julie scoffs. "I want you to buy all of my groceries for as long as we fuck. Deal?"

I laugh. She never changed. "Yes Julie. For fucks sake, yes."

She walks away with a proud smile on her face.

What have I gotten my self into?

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Rose's POV

I hate moving to new places, but it's for my dad's job so I'll have to deal with it. I'm currently in my room while mom gets to know the neighbors. She says it's called being friendly, but I'm much too tired to join her.

I do plan on meeting one of my neighbors. The guy across the street. He seems like fun. I'm not very shy when it comes to guys, but I felt very intimidated by him. His eyes felt as if they were staring right into my soul. I can still feel his hard glare on my body. Though I could hardly see his face. But I did manage to see his long, curly locks. I also saw his lean body.

There's a knock on the door, that pulls me from my train of thought. I groan, quickly getting up out of bed. I make my way downstairs, peering through the peephole, only to see a man's back.

Without hesitation, I open the door to be met by a back. The man turns around, and I'm met by vibrant green eyes. My eyes widen when I realize it's the man next door. His height towers over mine, and his eyes bore into full green ones. My eyes wander; his heart shape lips are wetted by his tongue. I can only imagine what he could do with his tongue.

His face seems perfectly sculpted, and his jawline looks as if it could cut marble. He has a slightly growing mustache, making him look even manlier. I notice the tattoos that are scattered throughout his arm. His fingers are linked together, and they're long and slender. Oh how I would love them in-.

"Hi, I'm Harry Styles, and I live across the street. I just stopped by here to introduce myself."

He smiles at me, seeming to interrupt my thoughts. I blush at him, a dimple appearing in each of his cheeks. His husky, raspy voice still rings in my ears. The guys accent makes him ten times hotter.

"Uh.. My name- my name is R-Rose," I stutter out.

I never stutter. He smirks at this.

"Do you live here all alone?" he asks.

I shake my head, not trusting my voice.

"Oh. Well how old are you?" he questions.

This is getting wired now.

"Sixteen," is the only thing I manage to squeak out.

"I'm twenty-seven. Well it was nice seeing you around, Rose. If you ever need anything, I'm right across the street. Take care, love," he says.

My heart flutters, and my legs feel like jello. I bid him a goodbye, closing the door. Though I end up sliding down it in frustration. If only he wasn't so much older than me.

If only.

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Hiii. How are you. This chapter is a filler. Sorry. It sort of kicked off the story. If you haven't realized Harry has a problem. They finally met though. Just wait till the next chapter. 😏😏.

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Harry peppers soft kisses down your neck, his hands trailing up and down your leg. His fingers play with the waistband of you panties.

"Babydoll, I need you on your knees for me. But, I need you to vote first."

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