Dr. Styles

Chapter 6

"I'll take that as a yes." He smirked and lifted my thick thighs up so they were wrapped around his waist. He led me to our room, not breaking the kiss and walked straight to the bed. He layed me down and an idea hit me.

"Actually, I'm pretty tired. I think I might just shower and go to bed." I loved teasing him.

"Yasmine! Not fair!" He whined as I sat up. I couldn't ignore the prominent bulge forming underneath his grey sweats.

"Sorry, Liam. How about tomorrow?" I smiled sweetly.

"Okay but fuck you. I have to go to bed with a massive hard on and sleep next to you while you're in that intoxicating black night gown." He huffs in annoyance.

"Tomorrow night, I promise I'll give you something." He looked at me and sighed heavily and threw a mini temper tantrum. I giggled slightly at his childish manner.

"Fine." He finally smiled. "You still have to shower with me." I looked at him and a huge grin covered his face.

"Whatever."

"Okay hurry up though I'm tired as well."

"Whatever." I know he hates it when I repeat that word.

"Stop saying that."

"Sorry." He turned around and I muttered under my breath.

"Whatever." I smiled and he turned around, swiftly pulling me off the bed, throwing me over his shoulder and slapping my backside lightly but hard enough to leave a mark, I yelped in surprise.

"That's it. You're annoying me now." I know he was only messing around but something tells me he's slightly serious.

"Sorry, I know you hate that word, and I know I overuse it to annoy you so sorry, again." I said, I stuttered scared of his response.

"Whatever." He smirked.

"How original Liam, smooth, real smooth idiot!" I laughed.

Just then, my phone rang on the dresser next to our bed. Liam picked it up and frowned at whatever was on the screen.

"Unknown number? Who the hell calls at this time with no caller ID? Who is this Yasmine?" His tone immediately became serious as he looked at my screen.

"I have no clue. Answer it and see. It's probably some young prank callers." I babbled on to try and ease his worry and anger.

"Hello? Who the fuck is this?" Liam seethed.

"Okay well why are you calling at this hour, with no caller ID?... Fuck you that's bullshit... Nah mate sorry but you can't... I don't care who you are! Fuck off will you?" Liam's voice had raised drastically in volume.

"Uh babe? Who was that?" I asked.

"Some asshole by the name of 'Dr. Harry Styles' he mocked and air quoted Harry's name.

"You do realise that all he needed to do was tell me my results for my scan... Right?" I asked.

"I don't care I'm sick of guys trying to hit you up! I've had enough of it!" He raised his voice and walked to the other side of our room, out the door and that was it.