The Agreement

The Agreemnt:

Harry Styles is the type of boy i would never find myself talking to let alone have him in my bed next . to me. But here he is, shirtless, hair rustled breathing heavily into my ear. His hair is very curly and messy. His strong arms are wrapped around me and he's clining on as if i am going to disapper if he lets go. His eyes are dark and look like they have seen hell.

The Agreemnt is simple. He comes to my house sometimes i go to his and we cuddle. nothing more than that. It sounds silly but its comforting and it makes you feel amazing waking up to soemone next to you. But this is all kept a secret, at school we hate each other. we don't go near one another and if we do we are usually acting as if we want to claw each others eyes out.

Effie Skyes is someone i would never go near. ever. she's annoying, rude, mean, uptight. But i am in her bed like i am almost every night. her small frame against me her hair is messy and wavy which makes her look hot, her skin is soft and it smells like sugar. her eyes are big and seem kind. her lips are full and soft. and her body is amazing, she's in shape and she likes to flaunt it.

"Harry" i mumble out as i check the time on my phone "mhm" he hums "we have to get up" he lets out a small sigh before his grip on my waist gets tighter "harry!" i groan "what!" he yells back, his voice is raspy "get off of me." i push away from him and i land on the floor as i hear his deep laugh. his head hangs off the edge of the bed looking down at me his lips curve into a perfect smile "im going to get you." i yell out as i stand up he instally makes a bee line straight to the bathroom door which he knows will annoy me. "twat" i spit as i opened my bedroom door and walk over to the guest bathroom.

When i return Harry is still in the bathroom singing away, I walk over and pick out a simple outfit light wash jeans and a white t-shirt along with a flannel that so happens to be Harry's. i quickly change before he can walk out and i start on my hair just as the bathroom door swings open a trail of steam follows him he has a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair is styled "you know thats my flannel right?" "you know i'm flipping freezing and all of my sweaters are at your house right?" I don't even turn around to look at him but i watch him in the mirror i can see his body tense he hates it when i am rude to him but i enjoy pushing his buttons. i quickly finish doing my hair and makeup before grabbing my bag "bye asshole." i yell as i slam my bedroom door shut and head downstairs. The house is empty and quiet i quickly grab my keys and head out to my car before Harry can catch up to me and ask for a ride. When we get to school we will go our own ways and ignore each other like we always do until the day is over and we both crave each other again.