Target (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 8

“W-where are we going?” Well, I tried to sound confident; clearly my nerves are still prevalent.

“Not sure yet.” Harry answered, still rubbing tiny circles on my unclothed thighs.

“W-what about school?” I questioned again, rolling my eyes each time after I stutter. Come on Daph, be strong.

Both of their laughter resonated throughout the entire car. Oh right, I completely forgot, these aren’t normal, mature students. I’m dealing with juvenile delinquents right here. Or at least I think so, I’m not entirely sure on Harry’s age. For all I know, he could be twenty, held back at Windrose. I haven’t even the slightest idea on whether or not Zayn goes to Windrose as well.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we got that taken care of.” Zayn winked through the front car mirror at me. I huffed in response to his answer, not appreciating their patronizing nicknames of “sweetheart” or “love” or “babe” or whatever the fuck else they’ve called me. Seriously, what is with these horny Brits and their pet names? Next, Harry will start calling me “kitten”.

Without warning, I felt Harry’s warm hand trailing up my thigh under my plaid skirt. I looked down and saw his hand half hidden as well as the goose bumps forming on my thighs. Now we’re back to “hands-y  Harry.” I rolled my eyes and placed my palm over his hand to stop him from continuing further. Before I could however, his other hand wrapped itself around my own, impeding me from stopping his actions.

“Don’t.” He simply growled in my ear. I gulped, extremely loudly might I add, as he placed my arms at my sides, hands resting on his legs. He then placed his own hands back to my thighs, an area he is far too familiar with.

My chest commenced rising up and down faster as his fingers traced all the way up to the hem of my undergarment.

“You aren’t wearing them?” he whispered sternly in my ear, as he outlined the borders of my knickers with his fingers.

“W-wearing what?” I stumbled over my words from the apparent uneasiness I was displaying.

“The lingerie I bought especially for you.” he hissed.

“I uhhh.” Shit. I completely forgot about that racy pair of lacey undies. Grant it, I never would have put them on myself because well, they’re not my style and certainly did not look comfortable. I looked over in my bag next to me where I threw them last night.

Whilst eyeing the bag, I responded, “They uh, didn’t fit.”

“Liar.” He muttered in my ear. I guess staring at my bag was a bad idea since he figured out that they were in there. He removed one hand from my thigh and reached into the bag, pulling out the item.

“Didn’t you read my note?” he questioned, followed with an unanticipated kiss on my jawbone.

“Err I skimmed it.” Honestly I didn’t remember what he wrote. Quite frankly, I don’t want to know.

“Zayn pull over and get out for a moment.” He ordered our driver to which he obliged and veered off onto the shoulder of the road.

“Alright Haz.” He huffed before exiting out of the car. Must be a nickname? Odd. What am I saying? I’m on the lap of a horny, curly haired Harry and I’m wondering about what his friends call him. Got to snap out of it and focus on an escape plan. Sure I can’t avoid him at school, but I could at least try my luck out in public.

“I don’t appreciate disobedience. Clearly, you haven’t learned.”  He sighed in my ear. Earning a gasp from my shaky breath, he roughly reached under my skirt and hooked his fingers under the material of my knickers. I attempted to move off his lap to prevent his actions, but he had me trapped with his arms wrapped around me.