Masked (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

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I was pushed back against the door, closing it. Harry's hands firmly held onto my hips as we continued to kiss, my hands traveling up to wrap around his neck. Harry pulled back and I felt almost disappointed at the loss of contact. He brought his lips down, next to my ear. I expected his to trail his lips down to my neck but he didn't, "Across the hall." He whispered in my ear before sending me a wink and turning around.

I quickly exited the room and went across the hall to the bathroom. I studied myself in the mirror. My lips swollen, my breathing uneven, my shirt pulled up- revealing my belly button. I fixed myself quickly. I can't say that I wasn't expecting some spontaneous move like that, but I can say that I defiantly didn't expect to sort of enjoy it? Maybe just a little? Woah woah woah. I can't be enjoying this, maybe the alcohol I consumed earlier was stronger than I thought. That has to be the explaination. I'm only doing this for a sick revenge scheme, and now that I'm in- I doubt I'll be able to back out now.

I proceeded to use the bathroom and walked back to Harry's room to check if he was still there. I slowly opened the door and he stood there, his now clothed back facing me. I watched his muscle contract from his steady movements. I stepped closer attempting to be quiet but failing when the floor let out a creak that caused Harry to turn around, smirking at me, showing his dimples.

"Are you sneaking up on me?" He asked me, his eyebrows raised in question.

"Oh no. I ju- I was just." I stumbled through my words. I felt my cheeks heat up, I get nervous around him sometimes.

"I'm just joking." He chuckled at me.

"Right." I said quietly, my eyes shyly avoided his gaze.

He stepped closer to me his eyes still fixed upon my face. I felt a wave of insecurity flush through me and he continued to stare. I looked up at him, I have to admit, he is beautiful for a guy. Even with his image, he was still very good looking.

"I know we just met, but there's something about you I like." He said lowly, stepping in more. "You're very pretty. Beautiful even." He said, placing his large hands on my waist. I took a sudden interest in the floor as my face flushed from his compliment.

"Look at me." He said, his face close to mine His breath smelled of mint.

I looked at him, his eyes sparkling. I watched as his face came closer to mine, close to kissing but instead our lips brushed. His right hand cupped my face as his thumb ran over the flesh of my bottom lip. I watched him intently as his gaze was fixated on my lips.

Before our lips could be brought together in a proper kiss my phone interrupted in rings. Harry pulled back a little, his face was still close to mine, as if he was waiting on me to see if I would answer or continue on with whatever was just happening. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and stepped away from him before learning that it was Bobby calling me. I walked out into the hallway without saying anything to Harry and answered the phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Where are you? Are you with Harry?"

"Yeah." I answered, not knowing what her reaction would be.

"Did he give you another hickey?" She chuckled into the reciever.

"Oh, Bobby, no. Nothing like that. We're just talking."

"Oh. Do you think you can come to my house?"

"Now?"

"Yeah. I want to talk to you about something."

"Oh. Well, I'll see what I can do. Bye." I said. I already knew what she meant. The three girls and I never talked about much other than Harry and what I was doing with him, what I said to him, what he said to me, and stuff like that.

I walked back into his bedroom and saw him sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

"Harry." I said to get his attention.

He looked up at me.

"That was my mum. Do you think you can take me back home?" I said. I sucked at lying and I hoped he wouldn't start questioning me.

He nodded and gathered his keys before walking past me to the front door. Was he upset? I caught up with him downstairs, he was already outside inside his ignited car. I quickly exited his simple flat and scurried into his car, not wanting him to wait longer. As soon as I was buckled in he took off. I quietly informed him where to drop me off, receiving a nod in return.

The drive seemed to drag on due to the awkward silence lingering in the space of the car. When he pulled over I removed the securing belt and faced him. "Are you mad?"

"It doesn't matter" He spoke, rather sharply.

"Seriously, Harry, what's your problem?"

"I know that wasn't your mom who called you."

"What?"

"For God's sake, Riley, I know it was Bobby. You said her name."

A/N short chapter but I like it ♡♡