Child's Play {Harry Styles AU}

Chapter 7

Piper's POV

"Harry, I don't think we are supposed to go back there." I said with a nervous laugh as Harry unhooked the red velvet rope that separated the main part of the museum from the wings that held a good portion of the older works and artifacts, the portion of the museum that was off-limits tonight, as suggestion by the rope. He shrugged, hooking the rope back in place once we were safely across.

He took my hand and pulled me along, practically at a jog until we had turned a corner, out of view from the rest of the gala's crowd.

"Why are we back here?" I asked, gazing up at the walls, which were lined with works of art, stretching through centuries of famous artists as well as some lesser known ones.

"To steal ancient artifacts, of course." He said, grinning at me with that sly smile that I was steadily becoming used to.

"You know, I see where Aubrey gets her sass." He shook his head and laughed.

"No, seriously, who doesn't dream of having a whole museum to themselves?" He gestured around him, observing the paintings and intricately designed ceiling. "Plus you are in the company of a history major." He continued, with a less than modest tone. "I can tell you anything you want to know." He stopped in front of a sign that showed arrows, pointing to different wings of the museum. Ancient Greece to the left, Ancient Egypt past that, Medieval artifacts to the right and American artifacts straight ahead. "Where to Piper-Jane?"

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"So who is that handsome man?" I asked, pointing to a marble bust. Harry appraised the bust. He had a mop of curly hair and an unruly beard. He gazed far into the distance with his blank, stone eyes. There was something intelligent about him.

"No idea." I rolled my eyes with a small laugh before Harry gave in. "That is the Greek philosopher Plato."

"Alright, tell me something I don't know, smart guy." He smiled, shoving his hands in his pants pockets and looking at the ceiling, like he was searching his brain for information.

"He was born around 428 BC. He founded an academy in Athens that stood successfully for centuries, until it was destroyed when the Roman general Sulla sacked Athens in 86 BC." I nodded, walking to a little marble bench that was set in the middle of the room. Harry followed me, sitting beside me. "Plato had a theory about soulmates."

"Oh really?" He nodded.

"He thought that people were originally created with four legs, four arms, and a head with two faces."

"Sounds sufficiently disgusting." He laughed shallowly.

"They say that Zeus feared the power of the humans, so he separated them. This forever condemned the humans to search the world for their other half." I watched him as he talked. Watching his sharp jaw line form words. He seemed to light up every time he talked about history. He turned to me. "I think I'm done searching."

"Oh, really?" I asked, standing from the bench and walking toward one of the bigger paintings that covered the expanse of a wall. He slowly followed me, before stopping beside me.

"Ya, know Piper-Jane, I think I might just be falling in love with you." I looked up at him as he placed his hand on my neck, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

"I think I might be falling in love with you too."

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Thanks to our extensive, private tour of the museum we missed the better part of the gala's dinner. Harry gallantly offered to make us dinner, even though it was edging toward 11 o'clock. He promised me that he could whip up some five star, oven made, dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets.

He led the way up the path to his house, holding the front door open for me before closing the door behind him, turning the lights on. There was a living room off to the side, the floor littered with crayons and coloring books, along with a barbie or two.

"Sorry about the mess, Aubrey's doing, mostly." He winked at me as I followed him, stepping out of my heels, leaving them in the entryway. Off of the living room was a small kitchen. In the middle was an island counter top, a fishbowl set up in the middle of it.

"I didn't know you had a fish." I leaned closer, examining the bowl and it's contents of a little sign that said "No Fishing Here" stuck into blue and green gravel.

"He's Aubrey's. She suckered me into winning him at a carnival for her." He took his jacket off and tossed it onto the couch, before returning to the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt. "She named him Secretariat. She thought it was hysterical, because well Secretariat is a horse, and well, he is obviously not." He said gesturing to the little bowl.

"Smart girl." Harry nodded.

"Well she has this great teacher."

"Does she now?"

"Yeah, she's really great with kids and she's quick witted." Harry stepped closer to me, putting his hands in either side of me, pinning me against the counter. "And I'm falling head over heels for her." He leaned closer to me, stopping just before our lips connected. "But since she's the teacher of my wonderful daughter, I have to refrain from leading her into my bedroom and settle for making her some chicken nuggets." He said, pulling away from me and walking toward the refrigerator, which was plastered with drawings and grades.

I knew this game all too well. He was teasing me, hoping that I'd give in.

"Sounds like an awful position to be in."

"Believe me, it's absolutely horrible. Beer?" I nodded as he opened a bottle and handed it to me. "Especially when she's so stunning."

"Well, it's probably just as hard for that teacher lady." I said, sipping at the bottle as Harry carefully placed little dinosaurs on a cookie sheet. It really was torture. The button up shirt he was wearing was almost see through. I could just make out the dark marks on his skin that had to be more tattoos.

"Oh, is that right?" He said, turning toward me, just to smirk. I nodded as he slid the sheet into the oven.

"Yeah. One of my students has this amazing dad. He's smart, funny, and he's always direct." Harry leaned against the counter opposite of me, across the small kitchen. "But if someone found out that I was falling for him, I could lose my job." He took a swallow of his beer before setting on the counter and walking closer to me. He was so close that every part of him invaded my mind. His cologne leaked into my thoughts, poisoning my judgement worse than any drug. His smirk, drove me up a wall. But the finishing touch was the feeling of his hand, resting on my hip. "I think he just might be worth it." I breathed the words against his lips. He looked surprised, searching my eyes for any hint of permission. I pressed my lips to his, granting him all the permission he needed.

His hand moved to my back, pushing me closer to him. He slid his other hand to my leg, pulling it up to his waist. Without hesitation, I wrapped my other leg around his waist, keeping my lips locked against his as he supported my weight effortlessly. My fingers worked to loosen his tie, pulling it over his head before I started undoing the buttons on his shirt.

He carried me across the living room, through a short hallway and into his bedroom. It was a masculine room with a black duve and dark features. One wall was nothing but windows, giving a view of the back yard. The moon cast a glow across the room, shadowing Harry's face.

I could feel his hand on my back searching for the zipper of my dress.

"What about the oven?" I said, pulling away from him, just as he'd found the zipper, as much as it pained me. He was breathing heavily and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Love, I never turned it on." He smirked, undoing his belt buckle and shrugging out of his shirt, letting the fabric fall to the ground.

"You're horrible." I replied, letting the dress pool around my feet.

"You have no idea, Piper-Jane."

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Hey guys! I'm so sorry that this update took so long but I've been a little out of it with school ending and planning for next year and making summer plans!! So please COMMENT guys and VOTE!!! I'm so eager to hear your thoughts and opinions :) xoxoxo