Actress [h.s]

Ch. 6

Psychic;

Harry POV

In fits of laughter she leads me into her apartment. Her huge ass is leading the way; she spins looking at me then bites her lips. I rush to press my lips against hers; I'm feeling dizzy from the taste of her neck and alcohol. We get to what looks like her bedroom, I see her face and pick her up. Her dress rises and I can feel her wet panties.

"God I can feel you." I say looking deep in her eyes.

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Iris POV

I wake up, hoping that it isn't another game or dream my conscious is trying to play on me. The last thing I remember is going home with Parker, and him bringing me in here and falling asleep. I wipe away the memory and stand up. My legs feel heavy I know I had some drinks last night but this is not what I expected. A tall, tan, shirtless figure is standing in the middle of my kitchen. I scream at the top of my lungs.

"Who the hell are you?" I scream with my voice full of fear.

"Quiet down, I'm hung over and Claire is sleeping." Harry's voice pours into my ears. I leave the kitchen in frustration and go to my room to get an oversized shirt from my closet. I walk back into the kitchen and he is now looking through my fridge.

"What the hell are you doing, why the hell are you here? How did you get in?" I slam the fridge in anger.

"Okay, first of all, stop screaming. And second of all, I brought her home. Or she brought me home." He gives me an awful grin then grabs two eggs from the fridge.

I leave knowing exactly what he means. Why would he do that though? His words play over and over again. I mean, why would she do that. Before I could get angry my phone starts to buzz.

(Coming over in 5)

(Is that cool)

(I'm bringing food lol)

Parker texts me, I smile then realize that I am in underwear and a huge t-shirt from a band I used to like. I quickly rummage through my clothes for some decent loungewear. I'm not so worried about Claire right now, but neither of them have came in here to check on me. Hopefully they aren't... I don't want to think about it.

Claire POV

His lips take like cherries and his hands are caressing my lower back and my ass. My arms are wrapped around his neck as I am sitting on the kitchen counter making out with Harry Styles. The actor who has done it all, I am making out with him. And I also had sex with him last night; I am on a roll.

"You are so damn sexy," he says between kisses. I don't know what to say. I am not like him at all; I have no idea how to respond. I quickly react by trying to pull his shirt off of him.

Wow. Slow your roll." He says. He looks at me then goes for my neck again, I feel chills chase down my spine.

"Round two is in the bedroom." he says with lust in his deep voice. My lips launch onto his and for once I feel sexy.

"Can someone direct me to Iris's room?" I jump at the sound of Parkers voice. I point to the room down the hall, as Harry's head falls into my chest; I instantly laugh at his shyness.

Iris POV

He enters my room as I am sitting on my bed with my phone. I quickly run over to Parker and place a kiss on his lips. We part,

"Hey... I'm not up for it after what I just saw." He sits placing the food on my bed. My shoulders drop at the thought of him seeing me.

"No, no. Not you, Harry and Claire are making out on your counter." He laughs and starts to pull out food.

"Give me one second..." I say sarcastically. I rush out of my room and into the kitchen. I see them on my counter making their hearts out; he wasn't lying.

"Get off my kitchen counter! And Claire put on some clothes. Harry go fucking home." They both leave following my directions. I can feel the Parker behind me. He hands me an orange juice and a hash brown. I take a bit and he lets out a small laugh.

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"Alright I have to go, I will see you later." I give Parker a small peck on the cheek apparently it wasn't enough. He grabs my waist and pulls me into a kiss. He pulls away with that adorable grin across his face. I pick up my bag off the floor, I do miss him at work, but the thought of work drives me away from the thought of him. I pull up at the studio. I guess I am ready for what today has to offer.

"Okay since I am your agent, and you are my client. I am always here to help, anything you need? Food? Water?" he asks walking with me to the break room.

"I already ate." I slightly smile reminding me of Parker.

"Actually, I do need something." I close the door behind me.

"Uh Iris, I'm not that kind of agent." I hit his arm allowing him to let out a laugh.

"Okay so I had a dream last..." he cuts me off.

"I'm no psychic." He says leaning on the table.

"Shhh... let me talk," I demand. " I had a dream about a guy name Grayson. He has to be connected with Harry and my mother somehow. I don't know how and it's not a lot but..." he cuts me off.

"I got you Iris. I'm no detective but I will see what I can find." He pats me on the shoulder then leaves the room.