Just Like a Stallion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 9

Harry was right. We arrived at his flat within five minutes, driving to mine would have probably taken twenty. The building was made of sturdy bricks and had a couple of balconies. Seeing the stairs at the entrance, I knew Harry was going to have to carry me again. Even if I tried rejecting his help, tickling me was probably his fallback. Pete parked the car, while both Harry and Louis got out. 

Throwing his keys to Louis, Harry said, “Here Lou, go open up the door for us.”

“Aye Aye Captain!” Louis said with a salute and ran off up the stairs. I braced myself as Harry turned around with a smirk on his face.

“Alright hot shot, hurry up and grab me, I’m freezing!” I exclaimed.

“Hmm… you seem really demanding.” He said with a snicker.

“Remember, you’re my slave tonight!” I replied

“Sounds good to me,” he winked. Then out of nowhere he tackles me in the car. My back was held against the seat while he hovered over and tickled me. I giggled and let a shrill sound of pain “Ow, OUCH!!” 

He quickly got off of me and directed his attention to my foot.

“Oh my god Charles, I’m s-so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ 

He noticed the grin on my face, realizing that my shriek of pain was fake.

“You’re gonna pay for that!” he said with a mischievous grin. I teasingly stuck my tongue out at him, knowing that he would have felt horrible if he harmed me. He instantly grabbed me by the waist and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me like a fireman instead of bridal style. I kept giggling as his left hand was poking at my side. In retaliation I tried using my fists to pound on his back.

“That feels good. Keep going.” He chuckled.

I let out a huff and gave up as he walked us through the door. 

All I could see was darkness until finally Louis flipped a light switch on the wall. Dim lighting appeared and I couldn’t help but just glance around while Harry still had me on his shoulder. His flat was kept neat and tidy, definitely the complete opposite of mine. His décor was simple yet tasteful, lots of shelving with movies, books, and picture frames. It was way more spacious in comparison to my closet-like home. I got this luxurious vibe, however it wasn’t in your face like you’d think most celebrities’ homes would be. I love it.

Harry finally placed me down so that I was sitting on his sofa. Damn, this thing is comfy. I continued to observe my surroundings as Harry headed towards Louis in the kitchen.

“Hey so are you spending the night?” Harry asked him in a sort of hushed tone. I kept myself preoccupied by searching the walls for anything interesting to look at while trying to listen in on their conversation.

“Well, I mean as long as I’m not intrudin’ on  any action you were hoping to get with Charlie tonight-“ Louis replied to him in a louder whisper than what Harry probably approved of.