Tempting•H.S. (MAJOR EDITING)

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Harry's POV

There's a loud, urgent knock on my door. I walk quickly toward the sound.

"Whose there?" I question.

"I'm Louise McFarland. I just moved in across the street, and I wanted to introduce my self," a familiar voice says.

I open the door, coming face-to-face with a pair of dull green eyes. I smile at the woman. She's around her late thirties or early forties.

"Hi. I'm Harry Styles. I actually went across the to street and introduced myself, but you weren't there," I say.

"I'm sorry. I hope my daughter didn't give you a hard time. Teenagers these days," she huffs out.

My mind drifts to the young girl who drives me crazy. I'm absolutely infatuated with her. The girl's innocence practically drives me to the brink of insanity.

"She was no problem, ma'am. I can assure you that," I smile at her.

Louise looks at me for a moment before speaking. "She probably thought you were handsome. Rose is usually a hand full, to be quite honest. Well it was nice meeting you," she states.

"Same here."

I turn to close the door, but her voice stops me.

"Harry, dear, we are having a house warming party, and I would love to see you there."

My mind thinks of how close I could get to Rose.

"Sure. What time?"

"Seven-thirty. Don't be late," she calls.

"Bye, Mrs. Mcfarland," I call out.

"Call me Louise, dear."

I close the door. This is exactly the opposite of what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm suppose to distant myself, but here I am, going to a house warming party at the girl's home.

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Rose's POV

The front door slams, and I'm greeted by my mom's voice.

"Rose, we need to move all of this. Your father wanted to get to know the neighbors, so we are throwing a house warming party. It starts at seven-thirty so can you please help me clean up a bit?" she calls

I knew her voice sounded too sweet.

"Sure mom," I manage to say.

"Oh, and I invited that handsome young man across the street. He seems like a charmer, Rose. Watch out," she teases, pinching my cheeks.

"Ew, mom, that's gross. He's like ten years older than me."

I know I'm lying.

"Sure, don't deny he's not attractive. I know when you're lying," she giggles laughs.

I groan. "Mother, please let's just clean."

She nods. "I'm just saying."

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After countless hours of cleaning, the house looks decent.

"Hurry and take a bath, and get dressed! I have to finish the food," my mom yells.

A bath? Was I five? But I nod anyways at her orders, running up the stairs. I strip myself of any clothing, turning on the water and hopping into the shower. The heat overtakes my body, and it's the best feeling after working hard.

After about ten minutes, I get out the shower and run quickly to my room. My clothes are already out. A vans shirt, high waisted shorts, some tights, and my vans. My friends always told me I had a nice sense of style.

The towel drops from my body, and I feel as if someone is watching me. My door is locked, and my curtains are decently closed, but I just can't seem to shake off the stare. I quickly put my clothes on, walking to my window.

There's no one outside. Though, out of the corner of my eye, I see a curtain move. Suddenly I realize it's from the man next door. Maybe he was checking something.

Maybe he was checking you out, my subconscious adds on.

I shake my head from the thought.

"Rose, come downstairs darling, we have guests." My mom's high-pitched voice rings through my ears.

Making my down stairs, the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it mom," I tell her when I see she is chatting with neighbors.

She nods as I head for the door, to in depth with the conversation she's in. Shaking off the thought? I pull the door open, revealing the devilishly handsome man that's been on my mind all day. A smirk plasters his face. I frown. What is he up to? I don't like this. It just doesn't feel right.

"Hi, love," he chirps.

I wave, not trusting my voice.

He goes in for a hug, and my head is on his chest in a matter of seconds. I inhale his cologne. He smells heavenly, his large, muscular arms wrapping around my waist. Although I feel this emptiness when he withdraws. Harry looks me dead in the eye, a hint of amusement behind them.

"Here's a gift," he says, handing me the small box.

It must be for the house. That's really sweet of him. I thank him. He's about to walk away, but stops dead in his tracks.

"Oh, and thanks for the show, love. I really did enjoy it," he smirks.

I feel the blush creeping onto my face. He turns on his heels, leaving me standing there dumbfounded and alone with my thoughts.

What the fuck just happened?

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Hiiii. It's raining. I may lose wifi. But, I'm sorry to leave it there. It's short and crappy, but anyways I'll try to update tomorrow. May be slight smut in the next chapter. And that's the outfit she wore. Just so you know.. Love yah.

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Harry nibbles slightly on the inside of your thigh, his hands hovering above your aching core.

"Vote, baby that's all you have to do."

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