What's A Girl To Do?

Ride (With) Him ;)

Y/N: Your Name

It was really dark outside by the time my class got over. I was just about to go outside, when someone called out to me in the corridor. I turned around to see Mr.Styles standing with a motorbike helmet in his hand, light-washed jeans and a black polo T-shirt, looking smoking hot with his messy bedhead style hair. His smile had me enchanted for a second, when he said, "Y/N, how is your preparation going?"

His concern for my studies, even though I am not his mentee, is so overwhelming. "Fine I guess."

"What is your combined rank right now?"

"28"

"Is this at the centre?"

"No, national"

"Ohh that's great. Well you seem to be heading home. Is your dad here?"

"No I will be taking the metro."

"What? But how will you get to the metro station? It's so dark outside and the streets will also be deserted." He said with concern in his voice.

"Uhh... I'll just walk I guess. It's only 11pm. Won't be a problem."

"No way. That is not safe. Let me give you a ride."

"Sure" I said with a wide smile, actually glad for his proposition as I was dreading the long walk to the station.

We go downstairs to his bike. He climbs onto his bike. I keep standing beside him, just looking at him. He looks back at me confused. "What happened?"

"Uhh I umm sorta haven't taken a bike ride before."

" Ohh", he says amused, " just keep your hands on my shoulder and climb onto the bike with my support. And then just ride me, uhh I mean ride the bike," he says with a smirk.

I start blushing profusely at his comment.

"Let's go Y/N" he says with a laugh.

I climb onto the bike and sit there awkwardly, not knowing what to do with my hands. He grabs hold of both my hands and guides them around his waist towards his thighs, pulling me hard towards himself so that my chest smacks right into his back. "Just hold me as tight as you can. I'll keep you safe af." He whispered near my ear. A strong wind came just then and I shivered a little, clasping my hands tight around his thighs with the cold. "Mmhh don't squeeze too hard Y/N, I might faint from the pleasure," he moaned. With that, he started the bike at full speed. I hugged him tight with fear. Every inch of my front in contact with his back. He suddenly came to a halt, my boobs crushing right into him again. We are at a self help checkpoint of the highway. He starts to remove his hands from the bike handle, when I shout out with fear of falling," woah! What are you doing??"

"Taking out money for the checkpoint."

" No Mr.Styles, you can't move your hands from the bike's controls. What if we fall down from the bike? I'll get it for you. Where's your wallet?"

" In the front pocket of my jeans."

I start moving my hands on his jeans looking for the wallet. My hand gets to something hard and I squeeze it with my hand to make sure it's his wallet. Then I find a pocket opening but it is zipped. So I open the zip saying with surprise," you have a zip on your pocket?"

"Mmhh"

I put my hand into the pocket and find another piece of clothing covering the hard object. Then I realise what I have been touching for so long. 😳 I remove my hand immediately and Mr.Styles starts to laugh.

" You look so cute when you act innocent." He says turning around sideways, with one hand still on the bike's handle and the other cupping my face. Then he leans in, stopping just half an inch from my face, as if waiting for something. I look at his lips. He takes this as a sign of approval and closes the distance. Our lips meet and he kisses me passionately. His kiss is warm and strong and sweet all at the same time. My hands go to his hair pulling him harder into me. My hand starts to go down to his hard on again when he suddenly stops. "Let's keep you innocent for a little longer and get you home first." He says with a smirk, and starts the bike again. "By the way, it's Harry for you."

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A/N:

Sooo that's all for now. Please send me your feedback so that I know who am I writing for. How is it? Should I write more? Should I continue? Read comment and upvote!

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