Too Much ( Harry Styles Fanfiction )

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The morning sun seeps through my curtains and wakes me up much too early. It's Saturday so I planned on sleeping in, but I guess the sun had other plans for me. My parents went furniture shopping or something, so I really have no idea what to do. I could start my homework, but that will only take me an hour or so. I could call Max to hang out? I just feel like we aren't on that level yet, despite his goodnight kiss on the cheek yesterday. If I was back in Wisconsin, I'd hangout with Grace or go to the mall, but I obviously can't do that now.

I take an extra long shower to pass the time, then get dressed in some comfortable yoga pants and my volleyball sweatshirt from my old school. Just as I dry my hair, a knock on the door startles me.

Without thinking who it may be, I open the door and pale at the sight of Harry. Purple and blue surround his left eye, and he has a scratch on his cheek.

"Harry?" I gasp. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing." He shrugs like it's nothing. "Hey, can you help me with math?"

Why is he here on a Saturday morning, asking about math homework?

"Um, sure." My brow furrows with confusion. Maybe after I help him I can get him to answer some of the questions I have.

Why is he acting like nothing happened last night? Was he too drunk to remember?

He invites himself in and walks towards the stairs.

"Are you coming?" He doesn't look at me, but I know he's rolling his eyes.

I follow the rude boy to my room and instantly regret offering to help. The last time we were in here and he "needed help with math," he kissed me.

"So how do you do this one?" To my surprise, he actually sits down at the desk and opens his textbook.

"Well you have to find the mean. Here, plug the numbers into the calculator." I hand him my calculator and he begins to punch in the data. The room is silent except for the clicks of the buttons on the calculator. It's torturous.

"Why did you kiss me again last night?" He already told me why, but maybe his answer will be different now that he's sober.

He continues to write for a second until he drops his pencil and looks at me.

"I told you, you're hot." He shrugs. "And don't deny that you didn't like it again." His eyes pierce into mine.

"I wasn't going to say that..." I admit. My better judgement has exited the building, and all I know is that my stomach is full of butterflies.

"Oh yeah?" He smirks and stands up to face me as I remain seated on the edge of my bed.

I swallow and nod slowly, enticed by his demeanor as he walks over to me.

"Are you going to tell me not to do it again?" He's so close to me, but he's we're not touching. I ache for his touch. I need it, as wrong as it feels afterwards.

I close my eyes and try to knock some sense into myself before shaking my head. His cocky smirk doesn't turn me off, but rather it makes my stomach burn with more desire.

"I knew you liked it." He smiles and begins a sensual assault with his tongue against my neck.

"Harry..." I try to pull his head back. "Harry stop." I whine and he pulls back, looking at me with hunger in his eyes. Oh trust me, I want this too.

"What Adelaide?" He snaps. And I must say, him calling me by my full name kind of turns me on now, the way only he says it.

"I do like it," my face flushes with embarrassment. "I just... I don't do this." I can't look at him, I feel much to awkward with my admission.