Have A Little Faith (Harry Styles FanFic)

43-Boss's Daughter

ARTIST: Pop Evil        SONG: Boss's Daughter

..."...Cuz she's hell on heels...And she turns my wheels...With her devil smile and her angel eyes...She got me all hypnotized...And she's hell on heels..."...

I flop onto my bed and rest my head against my headboard as I lace my fingers behind my neck and just wait...a good five minutes tick by before I hear a noise from inside of my closet. I bite down on my lip ring to hide my smile as I watch the door open slowly and Faith crawls out of the dark space before shutting the door.

"You didn't come get me." She playfully scolds as she starts to crawl towards me.

Damn she looks sexy like that...I don't think my game is going to go over so well.

"I was supposed to come get you?" I ask unknowingly.

"Yes, I told you to come get me." She says as she continues to move across the floor...she looks like a cat that is stalking its prey.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty...

"I didn't hear you say that. I just figured you took a nap or something. I thought it was a good idea; I could use a nap myself." I say with a fake yawn.

"Are you tired?" She stops stalking me and now she is motionless as she remains on her hands and knees.

"So tired." I pretend yawn again.

"Oh..." She says quietly as she rises to her feet with a crushed look on her face...shit...

"I'm kidding Faith. I'm not even tired, I was only playing with you."

"Goodie! I'm going to go wash my face and then you can get me naked." She says happily before doing her little skip-dance into my bathroom.

"Hurry up!" I shout.

"Keep your pants on Landon; I'll be right out." She calls back.

A few minutes later, she walks back into my bedroom and stands near the edge of my bed with a shy look on her freshly washed face. 

The strands of hair that frame her face are wet and stuck to her skin and a drop of water runs down her collarbone slowly; I watch that single drop of water touch the top of her tank top and the material sucks it up like a wick. 

My eyes go back to her face and she still has that shy look on her face.

"Take your shoes off and come here." I say softly. 

Faith bends down and takes her shoes off before climbing onto my bed; she sits on her knees between my legs.

"Can you turn some music on?" She asks as I place my hands on top of her knees. 

I nod my head yes and turn my IPod on before placing my hands on her knees again and looking her in the eye. The curtain to my bedroom window is open and the bright afternoon sun shines right across my bed. 

She still has that shy look on her face.

"Why do you look so nervous Faith?"

"Are you really going to look at me until every inch of my skin is burned into your brain?"

"I'd like to yes but I won't if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No, I think I'm okay with it. I guess I'm just wondering why?"