The Boy Next Door (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 30

HARRY'S P.O.V

Where the fuck did that come from? One second we're fighting and the next she is giving me the best blow job I've ever had. This always seems to happen anyways. Last time we fought, I ended up taking her virginity.

I scramble out of the car as she waits for me, scanning my every move with her innocent blue eyes. She looks even more beautiful than usual. If that's even possible. She's wearing that dress. Fuck. That dress. I don't even know what the hell it is about it that makes me go crazy. Maybe it's the way it clings to every heavenly curve on her body. Or the way her breasts spill out a little on the top. Maybe it's just Carter that drives me crazy. Both in a good and bad way.

"Harry?" She brings me back to reality. I hadn't realized I had been staring at her for that long.

"Sorry." I shake my head, walking into the house. She follows me and I smile to myself. I really liked how she has become my shadow. I'm not used to a girl being a constant in my life. Normally I would just fuck them without emotion and the next day or right on the spot they would be gone. It was different but a nice change from the usual.

Once I open the door, my mum springs out of the kitchen. She knew Carter was going to come and she always got so obnoxiously excited.

"Hello Carter!" She completely disregards me, holding her arms out.

"Hi Anne." She gives my mum a quick hug. It's amazing how she can go from sucking my dick to hugging the person that gave birth to me in less than a minute.

"Have a nice night you two." She glances at me cautiously and I know it's a sign that she's warning me to take care of her or she'll fucking kill me. After flashing a smile to Carter, she goes back into the kitchen. She was always in the kitchen. I don't know what the fuck she does in there all day.

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"Why are you so worried?" I ask her. Her head is laid on my chest, her hair sprawled out everywhere. She looks like an angel. My sweatshirt being the only thing on her body, besides her panties.

She gives me a confused glance, seconds later her beautiful features fill with realization. I know she gets what I'm asking when her face falls. It hurts me to see her upset, but she needs to know that no one else is for me except for her.

"I-I don't know."

"Carter. I know there's a reason and so do you."

"Harry. There's no reason."

I loved the way she said my name. Her accent isn't so fucking squeaky and annoying like most American girls. "Don't be stubborn. Just tell me." Her stubbornness was something I loved and hated about her.

"I don't know. It's just there's a lot better than me, I guess." She shrugs a little in my grasp. I trail my touch against her arm, feeling the goosebumps I created on her skin made me smile. I loved the way her body reacted to me.

"What do you mean better than you?" How the hell could she think there's someone better than her?

"Prettier. Smarter. Funnier. Less innocent. There's much better." She scoffs like it was just that obvious.

"Bullshit."

She doesn't respond.

"I only want you Carter. Please don't worry. You don't have to. I won't fuck up like that again. I promise." I really wish she would just listen to me and know that she's beautiful. I have never allowed any other girl to wear my clothes. Or sleep this close to me. I've never held a girl like I hold Carter. I wish she knew that.

Her fingers begin to trace the butterfly on my stomach. God I hated that thing. The only thing that made it better was that Carter found amusement in running her fingers over the outline.

"You do believe me, right?" I ask when she still doesn't say anything. I don't like when she's this quiet.

"Yes." She nearly whispers.

"Good. Now get some sleep baby. It's late." I kiss her forehead as she flutters her sparkling eyes closed. I pull her body as close to me as possible and close my eyes. I've never found myself so comfortable than when I was holding Carter. She completed me.