Married To A Styles | H.S +UNDER EDITING+

99 Problems

"Niall seems to be pretty upset." Harry says, taking a sip of his tea.

"Why?" I ask, taking a seat at the island.

I just got back from dropping the girls off at school and Harry has to be at his hotel at 11.

"He explained to me what was going on with you and him and I told him that I wasn't mad. I was thankful he kept my family safe."

"Your family?" I ask. "You think you can just prance back in here and say that this is your family?"

"Mia, I can't take back what I did 5 years ago. I wish I could! But, I can't. And I am so fucking sorry, Mia! But I still have a family and I still love them, even if I have never even met one of them."

"You still.." I trail off. "Why was Niall upset?" I ask.

"He said that he was sorry for calling you a bitch and everything and, yeah..I don't know, he has been quiet since you guys fought."

"What about Amber?" I ask.

He must've talked to Amber, at least.

"They haven't spoken." He simply says. "She's growing pretty upset with him because every time she calls, he doesn't answer. She went back to London a few days ago, so she can't just walk next door and see him."

"Oh. Is she mad at me?" I ask.

I feel so guilty. I shouldn't of yelled at Niall.. It's not his fault that I'm so stupid..

"Oh, no." He shakes his head. "No, not at all."

"Maybe I should call her." I offer, reaching for my phone on the counter.

Harry grabs it out of my hand and shoves it in his pocket.

"Harry!" I shriek, trying to grab my phone from his pocket, but he just blocks me.

"No, Mia." He chuckles. "You're not going to call her because it's not your fault. You need to let them figure it out themselves."

"But.." I'm right in front of him, looking up to see his face. "They helped me with my relationship, so.."

I trail off, just staring at him. I know what's going to happen, and in the end, I'm going to regret it.

But now?

Right now, I crave him so much. His lips on mine, his fingers gripping my waist..

I just..

No.

I can't..

But.

We stare at each other for what seems like forever before he raises his hand to move a strand of hair behind my ear.

He's making sure it's okay to move forward. He is making sure that I don't slap him right afterwards.

I don't blame him..

His head comes down, eyes still open and I am frozen. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I just..

Haha.

Who doesn't want to kiss Harry styles?

I feel his lips touch mine, just hanging there, waiting for my approval. Looking back up to see his eyes open and staring back down at me, I close my eyes and close the space between our lips.

Our lips just sit there.

He's waiting for me to do something..

I pull back and look at him and he stares into my eyes, looking for emotion.

We both lick our lips before I grab him, pulling him close to me, connecting our lips. And this time, he takes control. He was confused of what I want. Now he knows.

His hands wrap around my waist as my hands travel around his neck, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck.

His lips travel to my neck and I know he's craving me too. He's craving more.

Just like I am.

"Upstairs." I pant and I hear him chuckle.

He lifts my legs to wrap around his waist and I jump to make it easier for him.

We soon stop at my bedroom door and he goes in, dropping me down into the bed.

I struggle to take his shirt off before he just lifts his arms. My fingertips graze his chest, then stomach.

His abs are visible and I admire them as he reaches down to pull my shirt off.

His jeans come off and then he moves to mine.

The doorbell ringing startles the both of us and I struggle to find my shirt.

"Use mine." Harry says, throwing his to me.

I throw it on, impatient to walk to my closet and pick something out.

I run downstairs as Harry stays up in the bedroom. Looking via the peep hole, I curse to myself.

I look down, tucking the shirt in to try and make it look less like Harry's trademark black shirt.

I open the door to see Niall standing there.

"Niall?" I ask.

"Is Harry here?" He asks, eyeing my shirt.

"Uh.. No." I lie.

"Did you guys just get done fucking or something because that's clearly his shirt." He says and I sigh.

"Not exactly." I say.

"Well, I need to speak to him." He says before stepping in the doorway.

Harry scares the shit out of me when he appears behind me, my phone in hand.

"It's the school." Harry says.

"You answered my phone?" I ask, snatching it from him. "Hello?"

"Ms. Addams?" The lady asks.

"Yes, this is she." I say, wondering why the school would call me.

"Darcy Styles is not feeling well. So we took her temperature and she's running a low fever of 99.9°."

"I guess I'll come and pick her up, then." I say, hanging up.

I walk upstairs after I tell Harry that I have to go and pick Darcy up, trying to find my shoes.

I don't care if I have Harry's shirt, he's not going anywhere.

Well, maybe I should take him with me..

I pull his shirt off of me and pick one of my plain T-Shirts out.

I walk back downstairs and throw Harry's shirt to him. He throws it on and I tell him that we are both going to Darcys school.

"Niall, you can stay here or whatever." I say, starting to walk out the door.