Just Like a Stallion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

I waited for him to explain his actions, but he kept minding his own business, glancing at my house. I realized it was a tad messy. Not that I’m a real tidy person or anything, but when guests (even uninvited ones) come over, I like the place to look somewhat nice. 

 I sigh and finally plop next to him on the couch. He puts his arm around me.

 “What exactly are you doing Styles?” I ask sternly.

 “No need to be uptight Charlie, just relaxing is all.” He spat, enjoying my mini rants towards him.

I huffed, he then said “’Ey love, mind getting me something to drink?” he asked with his sexy accent.

I gave him an are-you-kidding-me look and reluctantly stood up and went towards the kitchen.

“What do you want?” I yelled angrily.

“Erm… got any beer love?” he asked.

“Nope, all I have is water and tea.” I growled.

“Oh well then water sounds fine!” he yelled back.

I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked back towards the living room. Harry wasn't in sight. Did he leave? I thought to myself. If only that were the case. I called for his name but no answer. Finally becoming increasingly piqued, I rushed towards my bedroom. Knowing fully well that my bedroom, like the rest of my flat, was just as untidy. I walked in forgetting that clothes were strewn throughout it from earlier as I tried to find something to wear. Embarrassed about the mess, I found Harry sitting on my bed leaning down to pick something up from the ground. Of course he found his “favorite” bra from yesterday.

He frowned a bit and said, “I thought you’d wear it today.”

I then sarcastically spat, “Why? So you can take it off of me? In your dreams.” 

He laughed with his sparkling green eyes, as light from the window hit them. There was a part of me that just wanted to walk towards him and run my hands through his curly brown locks and just gaze into his eyes for eternity. My fantasy was rudely interrupted.

“Are you a virgin?” He abruptly asked.

I was a bit taken aback at the random and highly inappropriate question. I am a virgin, in fact I’ve never really even done anything with a guy. I was probably more innocent than the bloody virgin Mary. Now that I think about it, I’ve never even made out with a person. Fuck, I really am pathetic. It’s not that I wasn’t asked out by guys or anything, I would just usually turn them down. I blame that mostly on my horse, Aero, he always took up most of my time. FYI for dads who want to keep their daughters away from boys, get them a horse. He was a beautiful black and white paint, he had the cutest face you’d ever seen, and an attitude that went with it. He was a birthday present from my aunt when I was fourteen. We had a special bond, not all sweet and cuddly, we were feisty with each other, comical. Anyways, I forced Aero to the back of my mind, knowing that I’d see him this weekend. 

Noticing that Harry was starting to develop a puzzled face I quickly said, “That’s irrelevant, Styles.”

He grinned and said softly, “Not telling ‘ey? You do seem pretty innocent… I’m gonna go with a yes.” 

I shot him a look of disapproval and looked away sharply, blushing a bit.  

“You know we could change that…” he said seductively as he started slowly walking towards me.

If I was drunk, maybe, but I was far from drunkenly accepting his invitation and sarcastically growled, “Oh really? Losing my virginity to Mr. Harry Styles would be the best damn day of my life.”

“Sounds pretty accurate to me.” He smirked.  

I pointed my finger to the door, signaling him to get out, and he raised his hands in surrender and began walking, “Alright love! Can I at least keep your bra?” He held it out in front of him after grabbing it from his pocket. I quickly snatched it and rolled my eyes. 

As he exited the bedroom he then yelled, “By the way, I called my bandmates and they’re going to be here in about 20 minutes!” 

My mouth dropped open slightly for a moment and I thought to myself, what kind of game is he playing at? Inviting the rest of the One Direction crew to my home without any such warning or consent. This is turning into a nightmare, dear lord why are you putting me through hell? I’ve abstained from sex! Isn’t that enough? Of course I really was not very religious, but still. Hmm… I wonder if Tylor would be willing to do me a favor… I mean he’s gay, it really wouldn’t mean much. Oh well, dealing with my nonexistent sex life is not top priority, all I know is that four other celebrities were going to be here in about 15 minutes and my house is still a complete wreck.

 “Harry!” I screamed.

“Geez darling do you really have to yell? You might wanna pick up around here, I mean I don’t mind the mess, but Liam is a bit anal when it comes to tidiness.” He said with a smirk. 

I really did want to pick up the place, but I didn’t want to give in to these annoying uninvited house guests who will be here momentarily. 

“Oh and ‘ey love, I hope you have snacks or something, because Niall will probably be whining for food.”

What was happening? Am I dreaming? After pinching myself more than 100 times, I closed my eyes, once again feeling the onset of a headache. I opened them, to find the lamp blocked from Harry leaning over me. My hips were pushed against the counter. I could feel his warm breath against my face. I felt trapped and way too pleased. 

“Umm what are you doing?” I asked innocently.

He rested his hands on the counter I was leaning on while trapping me beneath him. “Admiring that beautiful face.” He spoke softly.

Confused, I sneakily escaped through the space under his left arm and awkwardly said, “Ermm… right well, I… I… better prepare for the intruders.”

What does he think he’s doing? If he thinks he can get me in bed, just by talking and acting like that, with his sexy disheveled hair, plump dark lips, gorgeous green eyes, tall lean figure… what is happening to me? I must be mesmerized by his spell. Ignoring my thoughts I mindlessly started to pick up loose papers on the ground and toys from Maxine, when there was a loud knock on the door. 

God help me.