Harry’s Point of View:
Friday came faster than anticipated and I found myself waking up late next to Madisen, hardly remembering what occurred the night before. All I remember was being home alone, and I was – wanting, so to speak. Even I have to admit, it’s been a while for me and now that I was in contact with Madisen again, I knew she could help me with my little ‘problem’. It didn’t take much effort to get her in bed, thankfully. However, we stood up all night and slept until late in the afternoon and I was late for work. I know we drank last night, so my breath must have reeked with the hard liquor she brought for us and I couldn’t go to work like that. Looking to my side, I found her in a deep sleep, her cheek nuzzling close to one of her pillows. Luckily, we were at her flat and not mine. It just made things easier because I knew I was going to leave her behind for my job.
I tried to be careful when I rose from my position on the bed, in fear of waking her up. When I got out ‘safely’, I headed for the bathroom and washed up really quick. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to go home and change my clothes, so what I was wearing the day before was going to be what I would wear to work. Today was going to be quite the Labor Day, so I was thankful that I wasn’t wearing my ‘finest’ set of clothes. Turning on her faucet, I splashed the warm water against my dried skin. The marks that my father left me were still visible, and it shocked me to know that Madisen never commented on them. I think it was because she never cared about the way I was, or the way I carried myself.
Looking intensely in the mirror, I tilted my face to the side to study my bruised jawline. Carefully, I ran the tips of my index finger and thumb along the edges of the wound and my green eyes creased at the sudden pain I felt. “Bloody fuck…” I examined the bruise furthermore before hearing a bit of noise coming from the room. Quickly, I turned off the water and peaked my head outside the door. Madisen was finally waking up and I sighed. My plans of getting away unnoticed weren’t going to work out as planned. I suppose this was ‘pay back’ for leaving her like before.
“Harry?” I could hear her fragile morning voice call out and my eyes shuttered close, “Yeah?”
“What are you doing babe?” she inquired and I could hear her shift from the bed to the ground, she was coming over here. “Oh,” I started, shaking my curls out of my face. “I need to – go.” My words came out carefully, but when she came into the bathroom, she wore a look of disappointment. She was always wearing that look when she realized she couldn’t spend every waking second with me, which was usually every time the two of us were involved with each other. “I have to go to work,” I spoke briefly, and walked out of the bathroom, hearing her tiny footsteps behind me. When I turned around, she stopped me, resting her delicate hands on my chest. My eyes cautiously eyed the girl’s hands and I could feel my muscles tense. I suppose I was making it pretty obvious that I was uncomfortable, because she soon let her hands drop to her sides and gulped. Madisen knew all of my past as well because I’m sure people at reform school would tell her. My name is still pretty ‘popular’ there. A sigh escaped from my lips and I subconsciously rolled my eyes. I didn’t like to be touched – so suddenly like that. It always put me in a vulnerable spot and I hated it, I just thought she’d catch on to that.
For some reason, I had thought that would scare her away, but I was wrong. Instead, a bit of a sinister smirk crept upon her lips and her light eyes shot a lustful look up at me. “You know how I feel about working men.” I heard her whisper, seduction in every word she spoke. I could tell she wanted to reach for me again, but she restrained herself from doing so. Instead, she studied my build, almost as if I was some sort of prize that she was determined to win. I watched as she licked her lips, and usually this would turn me on, but it didn’t this time. I didn’t have the time to sit around, messing around. I was getting my pay check today and frankly, that’s all I cared about.
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Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]
FanficThere is a fine line between good and bad, right and wrong, this or that, and it is proven between bad boy Harry Styles and good girl Jaycee Fiscella. For most of Jaycee's life, she has been home schooled and has been handed anything she wanted. For...