Unexpected- A Harry Styles FanFiction

Chapter 11

Hey guys! Thanks for the increasing reads! I'm very excited to begin to get the story really going! I hope you all enjoy it!

On another note, This Is Us is seriously the most amazing documentary ever made! I cried. Yup, I am a nerd.(:

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Leslie's P.O.V

What just happened? Did he really just leave me in the middle of a kiss? That's shit. Did I do something wrong? Oh my god. What if he didn't like it? No, his phone rang. Which means it had to have been something pretty important. I'm sure that's it. Well, I hope anyways.

'Hello Leslie! I am so sorry for just taking off earlier! Something came up and it needed to be taken care of! I will make it up to you. Promise. ;)'

'Okay! I understand' I text back.

'How about we hangout tomorrow? That is, if you arent busy.'

'I'm never busy! Tomorrow is good!(: '

'Ha! I'll be over in the morning sometime then! :) Goodnight xx"

I really like that him and I can now hangout like we used to. Well plus the kissing. I don't even know what all of it means. I'm sure I'm just over thinking it. I'm probably just another girl to mess around with, but I'm not sure if I mind. I love the feeling off his lips on mine. The chills he gives me. I just want to be able to enjoy it and not get to caught up. Does that make me a hoe? No. Its only one guy.

"Hey you!" Harry greets me with a smile and a kiss on the cheek as I open my front door. I literally just woke up. the sound of him knocking is what brought me to get out of bed.

"You look lovely today!" he compliments as I plop down onto the couch. His mood is too chipper for me this morning.

"I just got up Harry."

"Did I wake you?"

"Yes, but I needed to wake up anyways."

"Oh! I'm sorry." He says and sits next to me on the couch.

"Its fine." I say and he gives me an annoyed look.

"What?" I snap.

"Quit be so grumpy!" he says nudging me with his elbow. This brings a smile to my face.

"Okay! Let me go get dressed!"

So I go into my room and pull on a pair of my cutoff jean shorts and a plain pink tank top. I pull my hair up and lightly brush on some makeup. When I make my way back to the living room, Harry is still in his exact spot, but the stereo is on.

"I got lonely. The music kept me company." He chuckles.

"What do you want to do?"

"Hm...we could...uhm.. I don't know. I just want to hang out with you." He grins.

"How about we swim?" I suggest.

"I havent got swimming trunks here."

"You aren't wearing boxers?"

"I am, but how would your mom feel about you swimming with some rebel in his boxers."

"You aren't some rebel. You're Harry. And she's not home. It'll be fine!"

He nods to agree and I head back into my bedroom to change to my swimming suit.

Harry's P.O.V

Leslie walks out of her room in a small swimsuit cover up that comes just below her ass. Damn. She's torturing me. She's so hot. I can't help but stare.