One Direction One Shots 2

Late Night Phone Calls (Harry)

I  woke up in the middle of the night, completely foggy as if I’d been on strong pain medicine, yet completely frantic. For a moment I tried to focus my eyes in the dark, to find the source of my wakening, but gave up quickly and rolled over, slumping myself against the multitude of pillows I had placed on the his side of our bed to take his place.

The next five minutes were spent flopping back and forth frustratedly before flinging my legs out of the tangled covers. Fucking hell, I thought to myself, slapping my hands over my face.

Everything was hot. My skin was flushed, my forehead was clammy, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think I was coming down with something. But I did know better.

I thought of the stupid smirk that would cross his mouth if he could see me right now, because he’d know exactly why I was unable to sleep. Because even in my most unconscious state, every part of my body and mind always wanted him.

“Fuck you,” I muttered, hearing his smug chuckle in my head. I did my best to ignore the heightening throb between my legs, but all I could hear was the pounding of my heart as I tried. Exasperatedly, I rolled over and blindly groped for my phone on the floor, ripping it free of the charger.

“Christ.” I hissed as I slid the lock button across the screen and squinted against the light of god that was streaming into my unadjusted eyes. Quickly I scrolled down to his name, held my phone to my ear, and prayed to the fates that he’d-

 “ ‘Lo?” the mumbled greeting soothed my frazzled nerves.

“You’re keeping me up, Styles,” I said with a false sweetness in my voice.

“Rough night, babe?” I could hear the grin in his sleepy voice, thrilling and annoying me at the same time.

“Mmm,” I replied. “Might I say, you’ve got an uncanny ability to affect the state of my panties even from halfway around the globe.”

“Oh?” the growling edge to his voice was already making itself clear as he became more coherent. “And how are they?”

I ran my hand down my torso, ghosting my fingers lightly over my crotch just for his benefit, even though he couldn’t see.

“Soaked.” I whispered.

“…Fuckin’ hell,” came the gravelly voice on the other end. “You know what you’re doing, I’ll give you that,” he said.

“And what are you doing?” I asked as calmly as I could manage.

“Imagining how I’d have you if you were here, bouncing ontop of my-“

“OI!” a third voice came into play, throwing both of us off.

“Is that- is that Niall?” I asked, unable to control my sniggers.

“I’ll tell ya what he’s doin’,” Niall yelped, “He’s about to have a wank on me sheets, that’s what he’s doin,”

“I was NOT,” Harry replied hotly. I was gonna get up-”

“What is Niall doing in your bed?” I asked over Niall’s unintelligible stream of complaints.

“We had a sleepover. Blondie likes to cuddle, doesn’t he?” Harry cooed in what I was assuming was Niall’s general direction.

“Not as much as you’d like, you sick perv!” Niall asserted sarcastically.

“Baby, I’m gonna go,” I start to say

“No, no, no, give me a second…” I heard the clatter of a table against the receiver as Harry went to go deal with what was a very perturbed Niall.