Drugged *Harry Styles*

Chapter 8

He pulled away from kissing me and he just looked me directly in the eyes for a couple seconds. He lifted his hand up and caressed my cheek lightly with it, not breaking eye contact with me. It felt, nice. After him doing that for just a second, I grabbed his hand from my face and moved it away. Me and Harry will never be, or have a thing. Never in a million years. No matter how attractive he is. He's a dick and he probably just wants in my pants, which is not going to happen. Ever.

He gave me a confused look.

"Why'd you stop me?"

"Because, we shouldn't be doing any of this. All you want is probably in my pants, and trust me don't get your hopes up because it is not going to happen. Now please get out, I helped you now help me by leaving."

He gave me the dirtiest look I have ever seen.

"I don't want in your pants, you're nothing but an ugly cunt anyways." He rolled his eyes at me, got up and slammed my door when he walked out. Well, that was harsh. I scooted back on the bed, and curled up in a ball. I need to go home. I got up and got all of my stuff together, and walked into the living room. I grabbed a piece of paper and a black pen to leave a note for Liam so he knows I went home.

I wrote, "Had to go home, Ill see you again soon :) -Vic"

I left the note on the coffee table in the living room and walked out of the front door, locking it behind me. Liam likes having the doors locked at all times. I hope he doesn't get mad at me for leaving.

I walked the short walk back to my house, and once again there was nobody home. Good, I want to be home alone anyways. I unlocked the front door with my spare key, and walked inside. I wish we had like a dog or something, so I didn't have to be completely home alone all of the time. I'm sure mom and dad wouldn't care if I took care of it? I don't know, just a thought.

I went into the kitchen and made myself a grilled cheese sandwich, with a glass of sweet tea. I sat down at the bar and ate my gooey sandwich which was quite delicious. After I finished eating I sat down on the couch, pulling out my phone. Surprisingly, I had a text from my mom? That's weird, I never get those. She's a busy woman, she claims. It just said that they would both be home tonight and wanted to go out to dinner and to be ready when they got home, which would be around 5:30-6 tonight. Well it was already almost 1, so I better get ready, I suppose. I went into the bathroom and hopped in a quick shower. When I got out I blow dried my hair and then walked back into my room to put some decent clothes on.  rummaged through the clothes I have, and decided on some jean high waisted shorts, and a nude color tank top with my white vans. I walked back into the bathroom and pulled my long hair into a high pony tail. I put on some foundation and put on some eyeliner, forming a wing. I've always been good at making my wings look good and even. I don't know how though, I barely ever wear makeup.

There was a knock at the door, and surely it wasn't my parents. I opened the door and there was Harry standing there. I rolled my eyes and went to shut the door on him, but he grabbed the door and let himself in, sitting down on the couch. I followed after him, except for sitting I stood infront of him.

"Excuse me? You're here because?"

He looked at me and said,"Just wanted to see if you wanted to go out to dinner or something." really?

"I'm busy tonight, Harry. I'm going out with my parents while you go and fuck some more sluts."  He sighed and scooted down to make room for me to sit on the couch next to him. He patted the spot next to him, while looking at me. I sat down next to him and we didn't say anything for a minute or two. He looked at me and leaned in to kiss me once again. Me, being the fool I am, leaned In towards him to kiss him back. The kiss started to get heavier and heavier by the second. Before I knew it Harry was ontop of me and I was laying on the couch under him, and my shirt was up a little bit.

Then the door opened. Harry jumped off of me, I looked by the door and there were my parents standing there.