Bad Decisions (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 23

Chapter 23 -

Harry's POV -

Once we had eaten our food Ellie insisted on washing up the plates and tidying up. She had just finished the tidying up and came and lay on one side of the sofa, while I lay on the other side watching some pointless TV. I glanced over at Ellie and saw her body stretched out on the sofa with the side of her face lying on the sofa while she watched the TV. Still wearing my t-shirt and her yoga pants and her hair tied into a messy ponytail. My eyes trailed over her face, her soft full lips, her big blue eyes... Shit what the hell am I doing? Staring at her like some creep.

My phone began to buzz in my pocket startling both me and Ellie. I took the phone out and saw who was calling me. Zac

"I'm gonna have to take this" I spoke to Ellie, she gave me a kind smile as i shifted from my spot on the sofa and walked into the bedroom. So Ellie wont over hear.

"Zac, you alright?" I questioned.

"Harry, yeah I'm good. Just thought I'd let you know I've got another one and dropped them off."

"Oh right okay, dropped at the usual place?"

"Yea how's yours going?" I lifted my head from looking at the floor and looked at my closed bedroom door, just thinking about Ellie who lay unaware on my sofa.

"Well, I think its going to take longer than I thought" I pushed my hair off my face.

"What do you mean?" Zac asked.

"She's just so innocent" I huffed thinking about the challenge I faced.

"Whatever but you know you cant back out now you've approached her. Your whole 'deal' thing was like preparation."

"I know, but I don't know. I've gotta go, speak to you later." I hung up the phone straight away.

What am I going to do?

Ellie's POV -

I lay stretched out while Harry was in the other room taking a phone call. I rolled over so i was lying on my back and looked up at the ceiling, my inner thighs were kind of sore from doing the splits. But it was my own fault for not stretching before hand. Stupid Harry. Proving a stupid point.

Smoothing my hands down my thighs to try and ease the tightness, it wasn't a terrible pain. It was just annoying. I continued smoothing my hands around the tops of my thighs and slightly on my inner thighs. Annoyed I rolled back onto my front and buried my face into the cushion of the sofa.

"What are you doing?" Harry's deep raspy voice came out of nowhere and scared me.

"Holy shit Harry!" I still kept on my front and spoke into the cushion.

"What's up?" he questioned raising his eyebrows.

"Well other than you scaring the crap out of me, nothing why?"

"Your always so sassy" I heard Harrys footsteps getting closer to me.

"I am not." I lifted my head from the pillow and looked at Harry. I held a shocked expression on my face. Harry tall towered over mine on the sofa. He was wearing jogging bottoms but he was still shirtless. I loved him shirtless because I got to see all the tattoos that covered his upper body. I think i kinda have a thing for his tattoos.

"Anyway why were you rubbing your thighs?" he raised his eyebrows and had a smirk on his face.

"Because there aching a little, from you making me do the splits when I didn't warm up probably. So I've probably just over stretched them since I haven't done anything like that in a while." I looked at Harrys facial expression and his smirk just grew and grew.

"I can help you out with that if you want" he winked.

"No I'm good thanks" I buried my face back into the cushion and just ignored Harry's presentence.

Suddenly a huge pair of hands grabbed me by my waist and picked me up of the sofa. Harry placed me onto my feet and turned me to face him. I couldn't help but smile at him because of the huge grin that he had on his face. Harry roughly grabbed my hips and pulled my body extremely close to his.

"If you keep dragging me around like this, after I've just eaten I will be sick" I smiled at him.

"Such a sassy girl" he shook his head and leaned in very close to my face. But I didn't move my head at all. I kept still and looked at Harry biting my bottom lip. Harry face was close to mine I could feel his breath on my face. He groaned at my reluctance to move my head and pulled my body onto his. He moved and pushed his lips onto mine, I released my bottom lip from teeth and placed my hands on his shoulders, finally gave in.

So close that our bodies were pushed together, Harrys hands laced around the bottom of my back and my hands place on his shoulders. I stood on my tip toes and kissed him back gently. Harry picked me up by my bum and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Supporting my bum with his hands, I moaned into his mouth when he squeezed my bum. Deepening the kiss I allowed Harry's tongue into my mouth. Both our tongues glided together as I gently dug  my nails into the back of his neck.

With my eyes closed I felt Harry walk us into another room. When a cold surface touched my bum i opened my eyes and saw that we were in the kitchen.

"What are we doing in here?" I asked looking around the already familiar kitchen.

"Change of scenery" he smirked repeating the words he said in the bathroom.

"Oh no, I don't think so" I attempted to get off the counter Harry had placed me on but his hands gripped my thighs open and he stood dominantly in between my legs.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because last time I was on a counter, I don't remember it ending to well. In fact it ended terribly" I looked at Harry with a serious expression.

"But..." Harry was cut off by the sound of a knocking on the door.

"You better get that" I smiled and nodded my head towards the door. Harry groaned and moved from my legs and made his way to the door. I jumped off the counter and was about to leave the kitchen when I heard a familiar voice.

An annoyingly familiar voice.