Unexpected Love || Harry Styles Punk

Chapter Fourteen

Meredith's P.O.V

Saturday night and I am sitting on my bed, in my pajamas and on my laptop. My room was dim and the only light was coming from the candle I lit and the lamp beside my bed. It's right now 9:07pm and Michael and Lindsey decided to go to bed 'early.' 

I know they were going to do something because usually they stay up all night watching the telly. But I didn't care because I did not want to know what they were doing anytime soon. 

I was scrolling through Twitter. It's surprising how I have a million followers when I'm only following like 100 people. I heard a tapping sound from my window. The curtains were blocking the window so I couldn't see anything. Gosh, what if it's a robber or a rapist. I should probably get Michael, but then again what if I 'walk in' on them?

The tapping continued. What do I do? I shut my laptop and got out of bed. I slowly made my way to the window. I pushed the curtains to the side and just saw my reflection on the window glass. That's when I saw a hand. 

I stepped back and covered my mouth with my hand so I didn't scream. I let out a sigh of relief when Harry's face was visible outside my window. What the fuck was he doing here? 

He gave me a small smile. I opened the window and glared at him. "What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed quietly. He just chuckled. He pushed me to the side and got in. He closed the window and push the curtains back where they were. He went to my bed and laid on his back staring at the ceiling. I crossed my arms over my chest and just stared at him.

"Harry, my brother and Lindsey are next door. If they catch you, you'll be dead," I stated. He lifted himself up and stayed on his elbow. He looked at me and smirked. God, please help this child.

"They won't catch me, Mere. They are a bit busy," He chuckled and sat up. "What do you mean 'busy?" I asked totally lost. He gave me another smirk and got his phone out of his pocket. I looked at him confused. After a few seconds of him tapping on his phone, I heard voices. Moans to be exact. 

"Uhhh harder," I heard. Is that Lindsey> I had a disgusted look on my face which made Harry burst out laughing. 

"You taped them?" I asked disgusted. He just nodded while laughing some more. "You are disgusting!" I exclaimed. When he finally calmed down, a smirk grew on his lips once again.

"Cute pajamas," He commented. I rolled my eyes at his perverted ways. I was wearing some shorts with a tank top but this time it wasn't showing my bra, thank god!

He chuckled. I just got under the covers while Harry was sat on the other end of the bed with a confused look on his face. "What?" I asked.

"How come you didn't say anything back?" I questioned. "Even if I did say something, you wouldn't stop. Would you?" 

"Good point," He grinned sitting in a pretzel on my bed facing me. I just now noticed he was only wearing socks. When did he take off his shoes? 

"What are you doing here anyways?" I questioned. "I was bored so I decided to stop by," He answered.

"You were bored? It's already 9. Why didn't you go to sleep?" I raised an eyebrow. "It's a freaking Saturday Mere. Who the fuck sleeps at 9 on Saurdays?" 

"Well why didn't you go partying at a club?" I questioned. "Because then I would get drunk and then fuck a girl," He replied. 

"What's wrong with that? Aren't you used to it?" I asked. He looked at me with these eyes. Shit, I just told him I thought he was a manwhore.

"I didn't mean to say that," I uttered. "It's okay," He said quickly giving me a small smile. Well he's in a good mood today. Let's not change that.