Addiction (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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I arrive at school on Monday morning and stand at my opened locker as I switch from my Science books to my History books. "Good morning, sleepy head." Olivia cheerfully says from behind me as I turn around to see her dressed in a pink floral skirt with a white long sleeved shirt tucked in that hangs off of her shoulders paired with her white heels. A lot more girlier than the outfit I'm wearing, which is my black jeans that I wear a lot and Harry's flannel that he let me wear Friday night and hasn't wanted back since.

"You look like you haven't slept in weeks," She says

"I feel that way too." I respond.

"Girl, what in the world have you been doing? You look different," She says, eyeing me suspiciously.

"I've been up late talking to Harry for like three days straight." I say.

"No, there's more to that. Did you two do anything this weekend?" She pressures. She won't leave me alone until I tell her, which I guess I should considering Olivia is my best friend and I know that I can trust her.

"Yeah, we went out to dinner." I say, closing my locker.

"And?"

"And we ate dinner."

"So you two had sex?" She asks as I look down at phone that's sitting on the top of my books as it vibrates with Harry's name and a text message below it.

"Possibly," I say as I grab my phone and respond to Harry's text, answering him on where I'm at.

"Possibly! Girl, you have got to tell me all about it!" She says with excitement full in her voice as a smile forms on my face and the bell rings. I notice those familiar curls walking up next to me as I tell Olivia, "Come over later and I'll explain!" I say as she nods and walks away with a smirk on her face.

Man, do I have a lot to explain to her and she's going to love it all.

"Hello, beautiful." Harry says to me, pecking me on the lips.

"Hey, Harry." I say with a smile.

"Where's your next class?" He asks.

"History. Walk me there?" I ask as he nods and begins to walk with me to class.

...
The rest of the day is spent in class and texting Harry a few times during the day. This is quite tough trying to make time with Harry whenever we usually are getting to see each other on weekends only due to the fact that if I'm not busy, he is and if he's not busy than I am and it sucks.

I stay after school to help with the library and yearbook committee and begin to plan a bit more on prom too.

Once I get home around five, I have to change clothes and go into the doctors office until nine which leaves me with absolutely no time to really even talk to Harry as much as I wish I could..

After nine I go home, eat dinner and then shower. Once I'm out, I give Harry a call back since he had left me one earlier including a voicemail.

"Lia love," He says once he picks up the phone.
"I've been busy all day, I'm exhausted and I miss you so much." I say, sighing.
"I miss you too. This no time during the week for each other really sucks balls," He says.
"I agree and I'm losing sleep by staying up all night with you but it's worth it," I say.

"Come over," I say after awhile of being on the phone.
"Really? Tonight?" He asks.
"Yeah and bring extra clothes so you can just sleep over." I answer.

About an hour later Harry's at my house and in bed with me as we're watching a movie at 10 o'clock at night.
"This is so much better than being on the phone with you," Harry says, squeezing me closer to him with his right arm that's wrapped around me.

"It really is." I say with a smile and peck him on the cheek.
"What if your parents come in your room and see me?" He asks.

"They never do so we should be good. If not then oh well, they'll get over it because I'm an adult." I say as he smiles and kisses my forehead and I rub my hand along his bare torso and snuggle up next to him as his lips move from my forehead to my lips.

Harry is on top of me within seconds, deepening our kiss with his tongue as I run my fingers through his curls and tug slightly at the root. "Lia," He moans  deeply and it sounds so sexy, I can't help but get that feeling in my stomach when he says my name like that.

Harry's lips make their way down my jawline and to my neck, sucking in that same spot where he knows is my weakness.

....

I jolt awake in the dim bedroom of mine. I sit up on my bed as I realize the dream I had just had wasn't really, real. It was only another dream I usually have.

"What's going on?" Harry asks huskily, I can tell I just woke him up by waking myself up.

"I just had a dream that's all," I say, sitting up on my bed staring blankly at the wall as I try to slow my heart race down.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No."

I sit there for a few more minutes until Harry tugs on my T-shirt, pulling me back to lay on the bed as he pulls my body against his chest and runs his fingers through my hair, "I'm sorry about your dream, baby" He apologizes, slightly slurring his words from being half asleep.

"I love you," He says, causing my heart to flutter as I drift to sleep..