Just This Once | H.S

Chapter Six

H A R R Y  S T Y L E S (surprise!)

Standing in the shower, I wondered what I did to deserve this. Why was I stuck with an annoying, bratty but extremely hot step-sister? When I saw her walk down the stairs in that red dress that made her body look so desirable, a million different thoughts ran through my brain and straight down to my groin.  It shocked me how my body reacted to the mere glimpse of her. I had been trying not to give into my hormonal needs by being a total dick to Blake which obviously hasn't been working. I tried to push her away so that my emotions wouldn't get the best of me but I always found myself thinking about how beautiful she'd look on my bed, begging me to kiss her in all the right places. Of course I knew better, I knew that she was my step-sister and that it would totally be wrong if someone caught us. That's why I told her to wear something else that day she went on a date with her little friend, being mean helped submerge my attraction to her. As creepy as it may sound, I watched as her date waited for her inside his car, not bothering to open the door for her like a proper gentleman. I watched as he kissed her on the cheek and quickly left without a goodbye. This date of hers was simply a young teen that didn't know how to treat a woman properly. Blake needed a man to take care of all her needs and desires and I was confident that I could be that person. Too bad, I caused her to totally despise me. By the way her body reacted to mine, I felt as though some sort of feelings were reciprocal. You could just tell by the way she got all flustered, her breathing became erratic and she avoided eye contact at all costs. I thought it was extremely adorable. Not realizing how scalding the water had become, I quickly stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my torso. I walked towards my room, passing the closed door to Blake's room but stopped when I heard faint talking.

"No Stella, we are not having male strippers at my birthday party," Blake's cute laugh echoed throughout her room. Suddenly intrigued by this topic, I pressed myself against the wall and tried to listen to the whole conversation.

"I am not asking Harry to give me a lap dance. Have you gone mad?" I could imagine the disgusted face on Blake's face and I had to stop myself my laughing.

"I don't care that I'm turning 18. I just want to have a movie night with you, we can watch ten movies if you'd like. You know that I'm not a huge fan of parties and I'm asking you to respect my decision," Blake explained. I never took Blake as one of those girls that avoided parties, drinking and anything of that caliber. I thought this whole good girl thing was just a charade. This was definitely a shocker, I smirked when I thought of Blake trying to smoke or getting wasted for the first time. I guess Blake had turned on her speaker phone because now I could hear Stella's voice echoing throughout the room.

"Aw Blake, don't be such a party pooper. At least hook up with someone, you only turn 18 once," I rolled my eyes at the immaturity, having sex because you're turning 18 was the dumbest idea I had ever heard.

"That is the dumbest idea I have ever heard, did you take an extra shot of stupid today?" Glad to know that she agreed. My attention was pulled away from the conversation and it was now on the puddle of water that was on the floor beneath me. The towel that was around my waist started to slip further down. I decided to stop being a fucking creep and go put some clothes on but before I could make a move towards my room, Blake's next words distracted me.

"Besides, wouldn't want a repeat of what happened last time," I processed the words slowly before realizing what she had meant. Blake Ward is not a virgin. Walking quickly into my room, I shut the door and sat on my bed. I burst into laughter at my sudden realization. It seemed as though the good girl had an alternate ego. Maybe Blake had a secret kinky side that she didn't want anyone to know about. For some reason, I felt myself become even more attracted to her, my body craved for her touch more than ever. I groaned in response to these emotions that I was suddenly feeling and I decided that I needed to let go of this sexual frustration. I shook my head to get rid of any remaining water droplets and changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a white v-neck, showing off the inked drawings on my arms that ladies seemed to love. I texted Niall and Zayn to meet me at the club in 10 minutes, reminding them to invite Liam and Louis as well. Throwing on a leather jacket and a pair of boots, I walked out into the pouring rain and opened the door to my Range Rover. I looked into the rear-view mirror and reminded myself that I literally had women falling at my feet. I was Harry Styles for crying out loud, I didn't need an annoying step-sister that caused my emotions to go amuck, all I needed was a couple of shots and a good night.

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Just a glimpse into Harry's brain. Sorry that it's so short, I hope his clears up a bit as to why he's being a total dickwad. I won't be writing in Harry's point of view often, I don't want to give away too much of the story but things are starting to kick off a bit more! It'd be really helpful if you left some feedback so don't forget to vote and comment! I'll take whatever you say to heart and keep it in mind when I'm writing chapters.

Enjoy!
-Jazz