Sophia's P.O.V
I yawned as I pulled the straps of my bag further up my shoulder, the cool morning air hitting my face as I got off the bus. The music blasted through the earphones of my iPod as I began the short walk from the station to my school.
Pulling the sleeves of my sweater further over my fists, I yawned once more; out of tiredness because of not having slept well, or enough for that matter. And tiredness because of my life being completely boring. All it consisted of was going to school, coming home and studying.
There was no fun anymore, no excitement and most importantly, no Harry. Even though we were still together, I'd only seen him once since the big blow-out.
It was safe to say I missed him more than words could describe, more than anyone could imagine. I missed everything about him, every little thing. Both my heart and body ached for him to be close to me again.
Taking in a deep breath, I looked up as I neared the familiar gates; when suddenly a hand grabbed onto me, pulling me into the bushes.
"What the f-", I exclaimed, before that very hand covered my mouth.
It was only when the person's face and body came into my view, my eyes grew a few sizes.
"Harry what...", I mumbled into his hand, before he removed it.
"I've come to pick you up.", he grinned, placing his hands onto my hips and gripping them tightly.
"Pick me up? What are you talking about?", I laughed nervously.
"You're skipping school and spending the morning with me. You'll be back here just in time for your mum not to notice a thing."
The childish glint in his eyes made me chuckle as I listened to him almost losing his breath half-way through the sentence because of his excitement.
"You're naughty, Harry Styles." I grinned as his hand linked with mine and he practically hauled me from my spot.
He held the passenger door open for me with a cheeky grin plastering his face.
"Where are we going?" I asked curiously as butterflies fluttered from the pit of my stomach.
"No idea" he laughed, jumping into the driver's seat.
The engine was revving and car moving before I even had a chance to reply; heart pounding with nervous exhilaration. The roadside was a blur as he sped down country lane after country lane aimlessly. Needless to say, I was excited. And surprisingly turned on as I studied his chiselled profile; sunken cheekbones parallel to the most cutting jawline I had ever seen. It was then that my eyes slipped to his plump lips, pouting slightly as he concentrated on the road in front; brow slightly furrowed too. Throwing all caution to the wind, I gave the inside of his thigh a light squeeze; feeling the thick muscle tense up beneath his jeans at the contact. I enjoyed the effect the smallest of touches had on him. I enjoyed watching him squirm as I brushed my palm over his warm bulge.
"What's your darkest fantasy?" he spoke huskily out of the blue, keeping all attention to the front of him. "Tell me Soph, and I'll do it."
His voice was deep and laden with a thick lust, which caused my stomach to lurch. I paused for a moment to listen to his soft breaths that were fanning from his nose as I let my thumb and forefinger trace the outline of his bulge.
"Rough." I mumbled, pressing my palm more firmly over him.
His eyes narrowed into small slits as he contemplated my answer, contorting his mouth from side to side.
