Something More-Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 3

Camila's P.O.V

Harry and I arrived at his house, both stumbling out of the car. "Thanks Preston" Harry said to the man driving the car. 

"Have fun kids" Preston laughed, and the drove off.

Harry and I walked up to his flat, and Harry fumbled through his pockets to try and find his key. When he found it, he lined it up on the key hole and tried to jab in in, but missed completely. Well, he wasn't drunk or anything. I giggled at Harry's failed attempt, and he turned to me.

"You think thats funny?" He joked, but tried to be serious. I covered my mouth with my hands in hopes to stop laughing, but it didn't help.

"Alright I see how it is, I'll show you funny" He said, while twisting the door knob to open the door. He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside and slammed the door behind him, immediately pushing me up against the wall, dominantly yet carefully. His face was only inches away from mine, I could smell his cologne mixed with the scent of alcohol from his breath. 

"You won't be laughing in a few minutes babe" He whispered and smirked at me, then guided his hand slowly up my thigh. My mouth parted from the sensation that he gave me. I've only know the guy for an hour or two, and he already had this crazy effect on me. 

I reached my hand up to the back of his neck and pulled him towards me. Within seconds, Harrys lips were collided onto mine for the second time tonight. Wasting no time, he reached his hands towards my backside and lifted me up with ease, and carried me all the way to his room without breaking the heated kiss.

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We both collapsed onto Harry's bed, panting, as I moved my hair out of my face.

"Wow" I breathed out.

"Are you sure you're not a part time prostitute when you're not bartending? Cause fuck, you're good" Harry said, looking up at the ceiling.

"Harry!" I leaned over and slapped his toned stomach, which caused him to flinch and laugh.

"What, it's true! You were better than all the other girls I've been with!" He said.

"Oh don't I feel special right now" I said sarcastically.

Harry rolled onto his side to face me, and I mimicked his actions. 

"So..what's your favorite color?" He asked.

"Really? We just had sex and you're asking me what my favorite color is?" I laughed.

"I wanna get to know you!" He defended himself.

"Shouldn't we have gotten to know each other first, and then had sex?" I asked him.

Harry let out a laugh. "Yeah, you're so right"

"It's alright, we're just spicing things up a bit, doing stuff backwards" I joked.

"Oh we definitely spiced things up" Harry said cheekily, then winked at me. "So are you gonna answer my question?"

"Right...it's orange" I replied to him.

"Orange? Usually every girls favorite color is like pink or purple" Harry said.

"Well I'm not like other girls" I said proudly.

"Oh I know" He smirked at me.

After about thirty minutes of getting to know each other I had actually learned a lot about Harry. His parents are divorced, he has an older sister Gemma, he loves cats and has one named Dusty, he used to work in a bakery before he was in One Direction, and his favorite board game is Scrabble. I told him a lot about my life; it was kind of weird you know, opening up to a stranger, who is also a widely known celebrity, but he seemed to enjoy talking to a regular person and stepping away from the whole glamorous life for a few minutes. If I were famous I would be sick and tired of always being in the spotlight, so it must be nice for him just to act normal for awhile.