Femme Fatale

2 - Troublemaker

Harry Styles Pov

"Can you explain who that girl is?" Louis shouts, already irritated. What can I say? He doesn't have much patience for hot and arrogant strangers. The hot girl, who possibly goes by the name Arabella, raises an eyebrow at him before turning to face Liam.

"Explain whatever you want to them. Meanwhile, I'm going to some crappy bar, get drunk, and fuck a hot stranger," she says slowly, as if explaining to a child. Liam looks at her in shock and opens his mouth, probably to protest, when the girl raises her finger in the air. "Don't even think about it. Don't wait up for me. I've been here once, the second time won't be so difficult."

And before we can say anything, the girl has already left through the door.

We all turn to Liam, who gives a forced smile.

"You can start explaining," Niall orders.

Liam sighs and hesitates for a moment before speaking firmly, "That's Arabella, my cousin. She cut ties with the family when I went on The X Factor. It's been years since I last saw her."

"And what the hell is that bitch doing here?" Megan questions, and I know her well enough to tell that she's angry. Liam looks at her, annoyed.

"Don't call her that," Megan rolls her eyes, and he continues, ignoring her gesture. "I've always been closest to her."

"To her?" I ask incredulously. The girl didn't seem like the type to make friends like Liam.

"She wasn't always like this," he defends himself.

"Alright, I'm leaving," Megan says. Then she turns to me and gives me a quick peck before adding, "See you later, love. See you, guys."

Megan is a good girl. A bit vain and frivolous, but still good, deep down.

I sigh and head towards my room, leaving the guys talking about something.

The girl is hot. Hot as hell. Deliciously long and well-defined legs that make me fantasize about those same legs wrapped around my waist as I enter her forcefully. Platinum blond hair with curly ends, dyed blue, pink, and red. Wonderfully plump lips painted with a deep red wine lipstick, and as if that wasn't enough to make me want those lips on my cock, she even has a small black ring in the corner of her mouth.

She also has a discreet small piercing on her nose. Something tells me those aren't the only piercings she has on her body.

Wonderfully ample breasts. Round. Perky. Perfect. A slim waist and sinfully wide hips. But despite her wonderful body, the most fascinating feature is her eyes. They were hypnotic eyes. Light blue like ice, clouded by gray, and near the iris they turn into a darker shade of blue.

And I know I'm a terrible person for having these wicked thoughts about my girlfriend next to me, but it was undeniably inevitable that my cock twitched in my pants the moment I laid eyes on that woman.

Arabella is tempting as the devil, everything about her screams a fucking seductive promise of the worst delicious sins one can offer. With her cigarette hanging from her mouth, her tattoos spread across her arm, her piercings, her colored hair, and her dark riding boots. I would love to fuck her while she wears only those boots.

I am a terrible person indeed.

At first, I thought the girl Megan was referring to was a fan. And even though the girl was psychotic enough to invade our house, she was a fan, so she deserved to be treated kindly.

It so happens that from the moment I saw the girl smoking and eating Niall's snacks slowly, I desired her. I forgot about everything. And when I heard her voice, I fantasized about that same voice moaning my name deliciously.