Butterflies - H.S.

7

I fumbled with the folded up piece of paper Harry had given me at our previous lesson. He had instructed me to not open it until a couple days later, and it has been exactly 2 and half days since. My curiosity almost got the best of me, but I stopped myself.
Now it was finally time to open it.
I took a deep breath and unfolded the paper, and on it was written a phone number.
Dearest Belle,
This is my phone number. Please call me as soon as you open this.
Love,
Mr. Styles
I quickly got off my bed and reached for my phone on my nightstand.
I typed in the number and waited for it to ring.
After 3 rings, someone picked up.
"Hello?" A familiar voice said.
"Mr. Styles? It's me, Belle." I replied.
"Belle!" He beamed. I could hear his smile through the phone. "How are you? How are things with your parents?"
I sighed. "Not exactly good."
"They've been arguing every night. It's annoying. I wish I could just leave this house."
I heard him pause and think.
"Well, would you ever like to come to my place? I mean, only if you wanted." He suggested.
I smirked at the thought.
"I'd love to. Just let me know when, Harry,"
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After that phone call we'd talk every night, and the best part about it nobody bothered to check on me, so I didn't have any interruptions. I started to feel like it was just me and Harry in the world, because nobody wanted to talk to me nowadays, except for him of course. It was lovely. I felt like I didn't need anyone else in the world.
I had planned to go to Harry's, and was extremely happy to find out he only lived a couple blocks away. I was staying overnight. I threw a few of my things in a bag, and told my mom I was going to a friends for a sleepover.
"What friend is this?" My mother questioned.
"She just moved here from New York. Her family's wonderful, and she is very smart." I assured her. "Im staying over night, and will be back by 10:00 tomorrow morning."
My mother looked at me with tired, sad eyes and said "Okay. Love you."
I felt a pang of guilt hit me. I didn't like lying, but it's not like I could tell her the truth.
I flashed her one last smile, and headed out the door.
I practically sprinted all the way to Harry's place, eager to see what his house looked like.
I finally arrived to the address, and his house was gigantic, and in a high class area of my small town. It was beautiful. The lawn was perfectly groomed, with colourful flowers planted in the garden. The whole place was... Extravagant.
I rang the doorbell and within seconds he answered. My heart stopped. He looked as attractive as ever, standing several inches taller than me in his doorway, dressed in the nicest clothing he had ever wore.
"Welcome, angel." He gestured me inside.
Everything was spotless. There was expensive art on the walls and furniture to match, and a gorgeous twirling staircase that led upstairs.
He led me into the living room which had 2 luxurious couches and a flat screen TV mounted on the wall. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before.
I was speechless.
"Do you like it?" He asked me, obviously proud of his mansion.
"I love it, I really do." I replied.
"I'm glad. I'm really happy to have you here." He smiled, sitting down on one of the couches. I sat beside him, resting my head on his shoulder.
"Your place is truly beautiful. I'd like to stay here forever." I said, still taking in everything.
"You can, if you want. Come here as often as you'd like, princess. It's your place as well."
My heart jumped just at the thought of this being my house.
"Thank you." I smiled, kissing him.
He pulled me on to his lap.
"Is this okay?" He asked.
I nodded.
I gazed into his eyes and he gazed into mine. I pressed my lips against his,  needing him.
"I'll only enjoy this if you are." He said, pausing for a moment. "Let me know if you want me to stop, okay?"
I nodded again.
We resumed the kiss, and I melted into him. His tongue entered my mouth and I tried hard not to giggle.
It was just starting to get dark outside, I could see from then window behind him.
I reached my hands under his shirt, wanting him to take it off. I pulled it over his head, and was shocked to see he had many tattoos scattered all over his chest.
I ran my fingers along them, and then down to his abs, being careful not to break the kiss. He moved down from my lips to my neck, sucking gently. I moaned and could feel his bulge form underneath me, causing me to moan again.
His hands travelled down and lifted off my shirt, and I tossed it behind me.
He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, slowly taking it off.
Once it was off he gently cupped my breasts. I whimpered again.
"God, you're so hot," he whispered.
I smiled. "You are too,"
With a rush of confidence I moved down to his belt and unbuckled it.
"Let's bring this upstairs." He said, picking me up bridal style, and carrying me up the stairs.