My Favorite Mistake (1D / H.S./ Harry Styles)- REVISING

Chapter 16

Sam's POV

Grad night is coming to and end as the sun comes up. It was nice to see most of us set aside our differences and celebrate our common accomplishment of graduating. Even the snobby fakes acted normal tonight...well, as normal as they could.

Josh was still being an immature ass. Luckily, his girlfriend is a year behind us so I didn't have to deal with their tag team bullshit. I really don't understand why he's so bitter still. We went out almost two years ago! We were really good friends before that...much better friends than a couple. Apparently, I was the only one out of the two of us who thought so. Now, I still have to see him outside of work because he is a bagger at the local grocery store. And, well, Jessica has always hated me since day one. I never understood why. People that are mutual friends tell me they think she's jealous of me. Jealous of what?! There's nothing to be jealous about! She can have my life and I'd gladly give it to her tied in a pretty red bow.

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It's a Sunday and I'm heading over to Harry's to grab him to go to breakfast. He is leaving for college in Southern California in the fall. I'm going to miss him. I'm sure he'll come back on spring and winter break. Maybe I'll be able to visit him. I doubt it though. I'm sure he'll have lots of friends and find a girl that will treat him how he deserves to be treated.

I pull to the front of his house and out of my thoughts. I trot up to the door. Mr. Twist answers with a confused look on his face.

"Hi, Mr. Twist. Harry and I are supposed to go out to breakfast this morning." I explain.

"Oh! He's still sleeping. Anne and I were just about to head up to Napa to go wine tasting today and we're already running late...I'll go and wake him up. Go ahead and have a seat." He says as he runs upstairs. Within minutes, he's downstairs. "He'll be down in a minute."

"Robin, we need to go or else we should just go to a movie...oh! Hello, Sam." Mrs. Twist is just as confused as her husband was.

"Ok! Let's go! Harry will be down in a minute. He was going to breakfast with Sam." Mr. Twist fills Mrs. Twist in. She nods and they head out into the garage and take off.

Ten minutes pass and no Harry. What is taking him so long? I stand up and walk up the stairs listening. It is completely quiet. All the doors are open except for one.

"Harry?" I knock gently on the door.

No response.

I open the door slowly. The room is still dark. My eyes slowly adjust to the lump in the bed on the other side of the room. That jerk fell back to sleep! I walk over to the bed and see him out cold. He looks so peaceful, like a little five year old. He is so cute. I don't know whether to wake him or post a picture of him like this on Instagram. Oh the temptation!!!

I take my hand and brush his curls off his forehead with my fingers. He doesn't budge. I place my hand in his shoulder and shake him gently. His eyes flutter open and he rubs them. It takes him a minute to figure out it was me...wait for it...wait for it...his eyes grow huge and he darts straight up in bed. His reaction is priceless!

"What in the hell are you doing here?! What time is it?!" His voice is hoarse.

Holy shit! He sleeps naked! I think my reaction is just about as equally as priceless as his.

"It's 8:45. I told you I was going to come by at 8:30. Remember?"

"But what the hell are you doing in my room and where in the hell is my mom...and Robin for that matter?" He's trying to process it all as he covers himself with the sheet. I guess it isn't every day that he has a girl wake him up. I giggle at myself remembering his initial reaction.

"I'm sorry. Your stepdad said he woke you up before they left for Napa. I'll wait downstairs." I turn to leave and he snatches my hand to pull me back. I fall seated on his bed. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

"Stop apologizing. It was a nice surprise...after the initial shock wore off." His voice is still hoarse and he flashes his dimples. We laugh. It was pretty funny. At this moment, I notice his finger tracing the back of my hand. "You'd better let go of that bottom lip, if you know what's good for you."

Shit! I didn't even realize I was doing it! My heart begins to race and that ache deep in my stomach starts. Something tells me we're missing breakfast.

Before I could even stop the lapse of my thinking and speaking process, I lean forward and whisper in his ear, "You know, there are only four buttons keeping this dress on my body." Since when did I become so promiscuous? I hear him gasp but quickly catching himself.

He begins to kiss me passionately, starting with my lips, moving down my chin, and onto my neck. He begins to nibble. God! That is such a turn on!

"Four buttons, huh?" He purrs into my neck. I can feel him smirk as he continues to kiss me. He undoes each button one by one and I stand up letting the dress fall to the floor. I slide off my panties and take off my bra. Harry looks me up and down while biting on his entire bottom lip. He is so incredibly hot right now...bed head and all.

He lifts up the sheet a little inviting me in. I climb in next to him and we resume kissing with our hands groping all over each other. As we continue, my mind narrows to one single thought. I want to take this to the next level. I want him inside of me.

Almost as he can read my thoughts, he turns over to his nightstand and grabs a condom. We resume our exploring of one another's bodies.

He wraps his hands around my waist, rolls onto his back, and places me on top to straddle him. I start moving back and forth rubbing myself against him before I place him inside of me and continue my motion. His hands around my waist guides me against his hip movement. We pick up speed.

"Fuck, Sam! You are so fucking hot right now." He says to me between heavy breaths.

"Fuck me harder." Falls out of my mouth and he complies. Harder and faster. I begin to build up and I'm about to explode. Harry begins to moan louder. He sounds about as close as I am. Within minutes, he thrusts hard and pauses a couple times and I explode seconds later. I slowly climb off of him.

He slides out of bed to dispose of his condom and comes right back. I start gathering my clothes so I can get dressed.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"I am getting dressed."

"Why? Where's the fire?" He climbs back into bed and drags me with him. We are lying face to face.

"I'm sor... " I stop myself. He smiles.

"What are you apologizing for now?"

"I just figured we were done and I was going to get dressed. I didn't want to assume you'd want to have some pillow talk after."

"I'm ok with pillow talk."

"Really? Well then, what shall we talk about?" I say sarcastically settling in like I am about to hang on his every word. He laughs.

"I haven't a clue." We both burst out in laughter. He pauses for a moment and says, "I will say that this is the best way to be woken up."

I smile as we lie there talking about our plans for the day and his status on asking Cindy out. I guess they are going out on their first date in a couple days. I'm glad she agreed to go out with him. He deserves to be happy.

After we talk a bit, it's time for me to go to work. I begin to get dressed.

"You know, since someone made me miss breakfast, he could make it up to me by taking me to lunch today." I tease.

"Oh really?! Is that a complaint I'm sensing?"

"Maybe it is." I say smiling.

He grabs my waist and pulls me back into his bed. I could spend all day like this.