I Work For One Direction

Chapter 9

WARNING : EXTREMELY DIRTY, THE DETAILS ARE WELL... REALLY DETAILED SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THIS SORT OF STUFF I WOULD SKIP THIS CHAPTER. IT'S LONG AS WELL, I NEVER HOLD BACK. RATED R! ;)

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"Hey Harry." I whispered.

"Hi." He said leaning up against the door.

I found my self a bit fluttery as he stared at me intently. His eyes were a bit bloodshot and tired and his hair was messier than I remembered it being earlier. His plain white v-neck hugged his shoulders as he wore a pair of light blue boxers with it.

"What are you doing up?" He asked scratching his head.

The narrow hallway made us stand a little bit closer than I wanted us to be. I could smell the alcohol coming from his mouth.

"I.. Uh.. I came to take.. Remove my makeup." I stammered.

He leaned his head to the side and bit his lip. "Is everything okay?" He asked slowly.

I could feel my cheeks burn red as he talked to me. I couldn't help the summersaults in my stomach. I almost felt sick. What the hell was this simple boy doing to me? "Everything's fine." I said quickly.

"Are you sure?" He stepped closer to me. "You look a little..frazzled." He asked leaning his hand on the wall behind me.

"Y-yeah I'm fine." I stuttered.

"You don't seem fine Jessy." His voice was barley a whisper but I could hear it clear is ever.

"You're a little too close for comfort right now Harry." I said placing a hand on his chest.

"Do I...make you nervous Jess? I don't want to make you nervous. I want you to be comfortable around me." He rubbed his neck as he stepped even closer.

I could feel his heart beat rapidly underneath my hand. "I'm not nervous." I lied through my teeth.

"Good." He said.

"I think you're drunk Harold." I said pushing him a little but he didn't budge.

"I only had a few drinks, I'm fine." He smiled at me. His smile was on his lips but it wasn't in his eyes. His eyes said something else. "You're really really pretty Jess."

"Um thanks." I was completely head swung at the moment. What was Harry getting at. "I really should get to bed." I said.

"Just one question Jess."

"Okay." I nodded slowly.

"How come you're single?" He asked. The bastard bit his lip again and made me feel warmth at every inch of my body.

"Pickiness." I whispered. I was afraid to speak up any louder and I had no idea why. The boys couldn't hear me if I talked at a normal voice level but I couldn't help bit whisper at the moment.

"So you're picky?"

"No I'm not picky. Guys are picky." I said brushing my bangs out of my face.

"I'm picky." He said smirking.

"Good for you." I started to get annoyed.

"But my pickiness is the problem right now." He said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Because.." He said running his neck. "I want to pick you."

"Okay Harry. You really are drunk." I said pushing him and this time harder so he would move.