Harry Styles Got Me Pregnant?!?

Chapter One

Katlyn's POV

My dress blows as I walk in the wind. Revealing a little more leg than usual. My curled hair flopped across my shoulders as I took new steps. My face was wind burnt and my eyes were strained from trying to see through the thick layer of darkness. I didn't want to be walking around alone, but it was worth it. Worth getting out of that party. I can't believe what I've done.

"You say your name's Katlyn?" That beautiful British accent spoke to me. His mesmerizing eyes staring into my own as we spoke. He left me breathless.

I nodded my head. "You’re Harry Styles, right?"

He chuckled. He smiled at me, wide and bright. "Fortunately,"

I bit my lip. Harry Styles was talking to me. He was so adorable. The way he moved and spoke. His deep voice was enough to impress a girl, without the gorgeous face and curls.

I laughed. "Is it fun being famous?" He shifted his body weight to one foot.

"Yeah. It can be," He stepped a little closer. "It helps with the ladies,"

I blushed a little bit. He wasn't only talking to me, he was flirting.

"Is it helping right now?"

"I don't know. Is it?" He leaned in and brushed his cheek against mine. 

"Yeah. I think it is," I whispered in his ear. He moved his face in front of mine and stared into my eyes. He slowly closed his eyes and began moving towards my lips. I watched as his lips approached mine. Closer, closer. Then they crashed. I closed my eyes as they hit and let my body flow with the kiss. He brushed his tongue against my lip, asking for access in. I followed his lead and parted my lips. I felt his tongue slip in my mouth and brush against my teeth. He kept our kiss upbeat and fast pace. I liked it. I finally moved my tongue to the front of my teeth and found his. 

Our kiss went on for another minute or so. He finally parted his mouth from mine and looked at me. "Follow me," He took my hand and led me up a spiraling set of stairs. I knew what was happening. I knew exactly what he was doing. Yet, I didn't stop it. I didn't even try to stop him. I wanted him. His kiss. His body. His heart. And I had won it all, well, for the night. 

I squatted down in the road I had been walking on as that memory flooded back. Just a few hours ago I was warm, and safe, lying in his arms. Our body's intertwined, and exposed. I felt a tear slip from my eye. What did I let happen? I was so caught up in the moment. I let him take it all.

I have always promised myself that I would save myself until I was married. Or at least until I had a steady boyfriend. Neither of which I kept.

"You look so beautiful," He said as he lay back in the bed. "Come here,"

I took cautious steps toward the bed. I slid my butt onto the bed and lay back on his chest.