A Beautiful Affair (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15:

Juliet’s POV

I pulled the wine bottle and glass from the fridge in Harry and I’s hotel room and stocked towards the bathroom. Jesus, I’m such an idiot. To think Harry, the fucking engaged, hot teacher liked me, the ugly stupid 18 year old that still is afraid of thunder.

I chuckled to myself and threw the bathroom door open, then closed it behind me. I set the wine bottle and glass beside the tub full of bubbles that I made when I first got to the hotel room. I stripped of my clothing and gently slid myself into the lukewarm water.

I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and grabbed the bottle and glass. I popped open the wine and took a second glance at the glass, before setting it back down. I put the alcohol to my lips and took a big, long gulp.

Jesus, the look of pure confusion and panic on his face, he probably thinks I’m some hormonal teen. I took another swig, fucking hell, he’s engaged to a very nice lady, what was I thinking?! Another gulp, fuck fuckedy fuck! Another long sip, not one will ever like me, Jesus, I should just get that through my brain.

Another long gulp, my life is fucked up, I can understand why he doesn’t want to get involved with an emotional teen. I went to take another gulp, but when I tilted the bottle full of the comforting alcohol back, nothing came out.

Shit. I held the bottle out a little and saw no more red liquid in it. Shit I drank it all? My vision started to get a bit hazy and I laughed. I started giggling uncontrollably. Jeez, why am I laughing? I heard a door slam, but I kept giggling.

“Juliet?” A deep voice called out.

“In here!” I giggled loudly.

The bathroom door slowly opened, revealing a wet Harry. He walked in and starred at me wide eyed, I only giggled. I might be a tad drunk.

“Why are you wet?” I slurred, alright a bit more drunk than I thought.

“I…erm… it was raining,” he stuttered, still staring at my body covered in bubbled. “Why are you wet?” he said stupidly.

I giggled and threw my head back, getting it a little damp, “I’m kinda in bathtub you know… full of water.”

A little smile crept onto his face, as he finally looked me in the eyes. “Are you drunk?” he asked, slurring a bit himself.

“Are you drunk?” I retorted.

“Touché,” he laughed. “I guess I just wanted to say sorry for leaving you earlier, I was just… surprised I guess.” A look of guilt spread across his face and he looked down at his bare feet. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“I guess I’ll leave you to it then,” he turned around and opened the bathroom door. He stepped out, but I surprised him and myself at what I said next.

“Stay with me,” I said quietly.

He turned on his heel, his eyes wide once more, but he didn’t say anything, all he did was walk back in and closed the door. He sat himself on the edge of the bathtub and fiddled with his fingers.

"I..I don't know why I did it.." I whispered and he turned his head to stare at me. "Karen…she told me…" I stopped myself from telling him about her other love life and inhaled. "She…just once someone told me to listen to my heart not my head… and in that moment I listened to my heart.."

His eyes moved all around my face and his lips parted slightly.

"And…" I giggled shaking my head. "Right now my heart it telling me to ask you to get in the bathtub with me." I'm completely hammered right now, I thought to myself, but i gasped as Harry stood up and yanked his shirt over his head, then his pants, leaving him in his boxers.

He looked down at his last article of clothing he was wearing, almost questioningly, then shook his head and took them off. I quickly covered my eyes, afraid that he might get mad.

The water shifted slightly in front of me and wet hands wrapped around my wrists tugging them from my face. My hazel eyes met Harry's green, soft eyes and I smiled brightly, and he returned the gesture.

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"I can't say I've ever done that," I giggled, while putting my fingers under my chin and scratching my imaginary beard.

"Well, it's absolutely delicious and I suggest you try it sometime," Harry jokingly demanded from the other side of the tub.

My head fell back in laughter, causing bubbles to go onto my bun. Harry was currently seated in front of me with his legs crossed and I was sat with my legs sitting on the rim of the rub with bubbled covering all my 'private' parts and half of my thighs.

"No offense Curly, but u 'apples' and 'peanut butter' don't sound like a very good mixture," I rested my arms on my stomach and stuck my tongue out at Harry teasingly.

"You're berry wrong," Harry slurred.

"Did you just say berry?" I questioned, slurring a bit myself.

"Maybe," he laughed. Ok, I admit it, Harry and I are a bit drunk. "Rawr," Harry yelled while throwing his head back, alright, a lot drunk. He tilted his head back.

"You have some bubbles on your nose," I giggled, pointing at his face. He rubbed his cheek and I rolled my eyes. "Here silly," i said, while sliding over to him and resting on my knees and rubbing my thumb over his nose.

My eyes drifted from his nose to his lips, to his eyes. His lips turned upward and mine mimicked his. And that's the last thing I remembered until everything went black.

~Dream Sequence~ (A/N this gets a little dirty)

I felt his hot breath fanning my face. His lips were pressed firmly against my neck. His body was elevated above mine with his elbow supporting his weight. His crotch rubbed against mine and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my dry, parted lips.

His deep throaty groans told me he couldn't wait much longer, and my whimpers told him I needed him inside me. His hands rubbed up and down my sides, gently grabbing my waist and squeezing. His lips traveled from my neck to my jaw and up to my lips.

His moist lips hungrily pushed against my dry ones, his tongue swiping against my bottom lip asking for entrance. His tongue powered mine in seconds, mine just lying flat against the bottom of my mouth as he explored my mouth with his tongue.

The aching in my core was coming unbearable, his lips left mine gasping for air. He breathed heavily while starring down at me with his dark green eyes. His face was a blur, I couldn't quite make out his facial features, just those piercing, dark, green eyes.

The atmosphere was heavy and so was the panting. I wanted him, and he wanted me. Who ever 'he' was.

~Dream Sequence Over~

The sun seeped through my eyelids, causing a lowly groan to escape the back of my throat. The pounding in my head felt unreal. There was a low buzzing in my ears and my mouth was dry.

I pried my eyes open, but shut them right after the light burned my pupils. I slowly rolled over so I was facing away from the sun's rays and sighed heavily. Jesus, why does my head feel like this? And what's up with the dream I just had?

I finally gained enough strength to open my eyes fully, but the sight in front of me made me immediately shut them.

There, lying nex to me, my…my…naked teacher.

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I'm going to stop here! 

to the side --> is what happens after she blacks out.

when i say she blacked out, it doesn't mean she passed out, it means she had too much alcohol and can't remember anything what's going on and has no control

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