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8.

A/N
WARNING! WARNING!
SOMEWHAT SEXUAL CONTENT UP AHEADDDD

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"HARRY EDWARD STYLES" I yell at the top of my lungs.

I was done with my shower, just to find my towel and my clothes missing. The reason why was way to obvious.

I looked around the bathroom to see if I can find anything to cover myself up with.

Luckily, I find a fluffy black towel. I wrap it around me, and unlock the bathroom door so I can go beat the shit out of Harry.

I find Satan sitting on my bed with a smirk. I glare at him, and if looks could kill, he'd be fucking dead.

"Where are my clothes." I ask through gritted teeth.

He hums in amusement, "Let's play a game."

I take a step closer with each word, "Give. Me. My. Clothes. Now."

"Or else what, baby girl?" He asks, twirling my underwear, in his hands.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "Harry why do you have my und-"

"I bet lace looks good on you, Skylar." Harry's eyes trailing up and down my body.

That's it. He fucking tried me.

I lunged myself at him, both of us falling onto my bed, me on top. I glare at him, I pin both his hands on top of his head, my nails digging into his wrist.

Although Harry doesn't seem bothered at all, his eyes are filled with lust and he has a slight smile on his face.

"Give me my clothes." I whisper, my face flushed.

His eyes trailing down to my chest, "That towel isn't doing much help for you right now, princess."

I sigh in frustration, as I move my hands from one of his arms to fix it.

But before I know it, in one swift move, he's on top of me.

"Please, Harry."

He dips his head where my neck meets my shoulders and he gently nips at the skin, running his tongue over it, each time he does.

My eyes flutter close, and I can't even concentrate anymore. My only focus is Harry's hot breath whispering in my right ear.

"Please, what?" He asks, then moves to the other side, and kisses my neck, and whispers in my left ear, "Baby girl."

I don't say anything, as my hands move up to his hair, playing with his chocolate curls.

He trails his hands up under my towel, giving my hips a small squeeze, then moving up slowly to my stomach, tracing patterns on my stomach, causing me to arch my back off the bed.

"I said." he whispers, a little harsher, his hands moving back down, squeezing my thighs.

"Please what?" he says, his hands trailing up my thigh higher and higher.

"My clothes. Please give me my clothes." I mutter, my hands pulling at his curls harder.

My body twitches under his touch for more.

Harry chuckles, moving a piece of hair behind my ears, "Stay still, princess."

With one final kiss, and looks at me with his green eyes, still filled with lust.

"All you had to do was say please, baby girl." He smirks, and moves off me.

I sit up on my bed, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I run my hands through my brown hair, as I'm about to say something.

There's a knock at my bedroom door.

Harry, opens it, and smiles.

"Oh hey there, Chloe."

She hands him something and he smiles, saying thank you.

He closes the door, and looks back at me, tossing my clothes over to me.

"There you go." He says, then gets out.

I sit there, in shock.

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A/N
that was bad right?
oh well ):
Just wanted to update for you guys.
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