A Five Step Game

~20~ Without Much Thinking

(Sky's POV)

After I'm dressed, I head back downstairs, where my father is talking to Harry about...

Me?

"Yes, I never figured out why, but Skylar always pooped in the tub. It was ridiculously messy!" My father finishes, and I gasp.

"Dad stop!" I say, and he looks to me.

"Oh come on, Sky! You know you love these stories!" He grins.

"No, can't you see I'm embarrassed!" I groan, and he has a blank expression on his face.

"Hello, Embarrassed. I'm Dad." My father stops for a moment, letting it sink in, before bursting out in laughter.

"Dad! Oh my gosh! Seriously?" I say, pulling Harry by the arm off of the couch.

"Sorry, couldn't help it!" Dad laughs as he walks into the kitchen with Isaac.

"Daddy, we're going to leave before you have a chance to embarrass me again!" I call out.

"Sure! See ya!" He says, his mouth full of peanut butter cookies.

As we head out, I push a hand through my hair and groan.

"Well that was just lovely." Harry laughs at my frustration.

"No it wasn't." I say, and he pulls me close to him.

He pecks my lips, and I look up to him. He smiles brightly as his arm allows him to hold me closer to his chest.

"I bet you were adorable when you were little. You'd make some cute children someday." The color is drenched from his face after he finishes.

"I don't know why I just said that, sorry." He lets out nervous laughter, and I giggle.

"It's fine," I say. "And I know, my children will be booootiful."

Harry lets out a loud laugh at that, as we head into his car.

"So, what are you planning on doing after school today?" Harry asks, his eyes stay on the road before him.

His large fingers grip onto the wheel, and his thumbs make a small beat with the music playing on the radio.

I smirk before answering, "Why, Styles? Got something planned for us?"

"Well, we could spend time at mine and Lou's." Harry looks to me.

"Sure. What are we gunna do, watch Bambi?" The sarcasm drips from my mouth as Harry bites his lip.

"No." He says, chuckling.

"We were! Weren't we?" I say.

"No!" The lie escapes Harry's lips again.

"Sure." I roll my eyes before laughing again.

After pulling up in the school parking lot, we head inside, still arguing over whether or not Harry had Bambi planned for us.

We make our way into the music room, and Miss. Stem proudly looks to us.

"Great! I'm glad you two are here!" She says, and fixes my hair.

The fuck?

She fixes Harry's collar and puts her hands together before looking at the both of us.

"We have a guest." She says, and takes a breath.

"Mr. Sheeran, sir. They're here." Miss. Stem lets out, and my jaw drops.

"Sheeran? As in Ed S-"

"Sorry, miss, but you can call me Ed. Mr. Sheeran is my fathers name." Ed Fucking Sheeran walks out of Miss. Stem office, and I gasp.

"Holy butt it's Ed Sheeran!" I scream, hitting Harry's arm.

"Ow, I know." Harry laughs.

"I see you're a fan, Sky?" Ed says, grinning from ear to ear.

He knows my name.

He knows my name.

"Y-ye-ah I a-m a fa-an E-Ed Sh-eer-a-" Harry hits me in the back and I gasp. "You're sexier in person and your hair is real ginger and your beautiful and talented and how much do you cost because I want to buy you and keep you in my bed- I mean- hi."

I begin to sweat, as Harry bursts out in laughter and hold out his hand, "Hello, mate. Sorry about her. I'm H-"

"Harry. I know. I saw your video." Ed shakes the curly haired boy's hand.

"What video?" Harry asks.

"The one of you two singing that song you wrote. It was bad quality because one of my students recorded it, but it went viral!" Miss. Stem exclaims in excitement.

"Holy fudge!" I yell, and the all look to me.

I step back a bit, and smile awkwardly, "Don't mind me, carry on."

"Anyway, I was wondering if you two would like to come to London with me in a few weeks and write a few songs with me. I know it seems crazy, but we really wanted to do something different with this new album, and my manager thought you two would be great. Especially with those lyric skills you both have." Ed smiles to me, literally making me weak at the knees.

"Wait. I only wrote the music though. Harry wrote the lyrics." I say, and Ed looks to Harry, obviously not sure if he should tell me to stay here because I'm pretty much useless.

"Erm, yeah. I wrote them for Sky, though." Harry rubs the back of his neck and smiles at me.

"Well, since Sky seems to be your muse, why don't you both come back to London with me?" Ed asks again.

"Yes!" I say quickly, but Harry interjects.

"Wait, no. I have things here I just can't leave." He looks down, and I gulp.

Anne.

How could I forget?

"That's a disappointment, man. You're so talented. Maybe we could work a bit here instead? And if you're interested, we could go to London? You sound like you're familiar with the city." Ed chuckles as he speaks of Harry's accent.

"Yeah, I'm from Cheshire, though. I've only been to London a few times." Harry says, his accent seems thicker as he speaks.

"Nice area that is. I've only passed through." Ed says, and I step up.

"Hi," I smile then continue. "Sorry if this is a bit unease but you came all this way to Virginia, just to see us?"

"Yeah, I'm off of tour and I needed some help with my new album, like I said before." Ed raises his eyebrows, and I let out nervous laughter.

"Oh. Sure. Sorry. Carry on." I hide behind Harry, as Ed speaks again.

"Actually, that's it I guess. If you change your mind about going, let Miss. Stem here contact my manager, and we'll work out some flights, eh?" Ed suggests.

"No problem." Harry shakes the gingers hand a final time, and I nervously hold out mine too.

Ed laughs, and pulls me into a hug. My eyes roll back into my head as I inhale deeply for his scent.

"Mmmmmm." I let out, hugging him tighter.

"Sky. That's weird." Harry laughs, and pulls me off of my sunshine.

"Oh, sorry Ed Sheeran." I wave, as he exits.

I turn to Harry, "I just hugged Ed Sheeran."

"You just embarrassed yourself in front of Ed Sheeran." Harry laughs.

I shrug, "Doesn't matter anyways. I still smelt him."

"Which freaked him out." Miss. Stem adds, making me cross my arms and pout.

"It's okay, Sky. Let's just go to class." Harry grins, and I follow him to first period.

"Good morning, Skylar." Mrs. Bennett smiles to me.

"Good morning, Mrs. Bennett." I smile, and Harry stops before her desk in shock.

"You know I walked into the room as well, Mrs?" He says, and she looks up at him with an evil eyes.

"Yes, Styles. I noticed." She scoffs, and Harry's jaw drops before he pouts his lips.

"She really must not like me." Harry sighs as we make out way to our seats.

"Actually, before you all sit down," Mrs. Bennett looks up to the class. "I have a new seating for you all, so grab your things and come up here, listen out for your name."

Mrs. Bennett calls out names, and more names, and even more names before she stops and looks up with an annoyed expression in her face.

"Styles. Here before me." She points at the student desk directly before hers, and Harry rolls his eyes, making me giggle.

He takes a slow journey to the desk, although it was right before him, and Mrs. Bennett sighs as she continues.

She calls a few more names before finishing the last row. I'm the only one left up, and the only seat open is the one next to Harry.

Lucky me, right?

"Skylar, you'll sit right there beside Mr. Troublemaker. You keep an eye on him, okay?" Mrs. Bennett jokes, and some guys in the class seems to find that even funnier than planned.

"She has more than just an eye on him."

"They've probably already fucked a million times."

"Whore."

I choke on my own spit at the last one, making others laugh.

"Hey. That isn't true." Harry says. My head snaps up at him.

He's defending me.

"Oh come on, Harry. So you're telling me you haven't fucked this slut yet?" A guy in the back says, and I look to Harry.

Harry looks pissed of, "No. I haven't, and she's not a slut," He looks to another guy, "Or a whore. So, leave her the fuck alone."

As the guys finally shut up, I let out a breath.

Harry turns back into his seat and leans down. When he looks to me I mouth him a 'thank you' and he smiles to me.

The rest of that class consists of snickers from the back, and Harry not communicating with anyone, which is very unusual.

I stay quiet during most of the day, just thinking of Harry and his outburst to defend me.

He's never done that before. Usually he laughs and agrees with the guys of the class and continues on with his day.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when Jade snaps her fingers in my face.

"Skylar!" She yells, and I cringe and grab my book bag.

"Ew, why is everyone calling me Skylar now?" I sigh, and she laughs while I close my locker.

"I'm not sure, but I heard something crazy happened to you this morning!" Stacy has a crazed look on her face.

"What?" I ask, sure that they couldn't possibly be talking about Harry defending me.

"Ed Sheeran!!" Jade says as if it's obvious.

"Oh yes oh my gosh he smells so freaking good!!" I say and we all squeal.

"Woah, woah calm down girls. I know it's me, but-"

"Shut up Harry." I hit him playfully in the chest as he walks beside me.

"So, have you got a ride home?" Harry asks me.

"Yeah I d-"

"No, she doesn't. Bye." Stacy pulls Jade out of the school and they both run into her car.

"Well I guess I need a ride home." I say, making Harry laugh.

"Sure, babe, but instead we could go to mine and watch Bambi." Harry grins.

"I knew you wanted to watch Bambi!" I say, and he chuckles.

"Well, you got me." He shrugs, and I stop walking.

He stops and looks back at me with concern, "What is it?"

I smile at him, before placing my hands softly on his cheeks and pressing my lips onto his.

I feel him smile through the kiss, as his hands wrap around my waist. His tongue makes it's way into my mouth, and my back soon hits a locker as he pushes me up against it.

I cheekily bite his lip and pull the small hairs above his neck, and he lets out a grunting noise that I know I will never forget.

He pulls away from me quickly, and when I look into its eyes, the emotion is something I've never seen before. It's completely desperate and intense looking, showing lust as he bites his lip.

"What was that for?" Harry asks, his grin larger than usual.

"For sticking up for me this morning. It meant a lot." I say. Harry gives me a soft smile before pecking my lips again.

"Maybe we should, erm, go. You've given me a bit if a problem." He nervously chuckles, and looks down.

I look in his eyes direction, and notice a swelling bulge before his pants, and I smirk.

"Stop looking at it, Sky. You're making it worse." He laughs again, and a small blush creeps to his face.

"Sorry." I look to his eyes, before getting a tight hold on the bulge in his pants.

He gasps and pulls me closer to him as his eyes roll back into his head and his lips part.

"Sky." He lets out, and I finally let go of his manhood.

"Let's go." I pull his arm and run out the building, which catches him off guard as he tries to 'calm himself'....

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Authors Note:

Don't worry, I will be updating tomorrow, and it will be something to remember....

I'm in a serious dilemma right now because my IPhone charger just broke, and I now have 20% left so I decided to update really quickly and my best friend is letting me use her charger tomorrow.

But anyways, I hope you enjoyed and if you have any questions, feel free to comment or DM/ tweet me:)

~Cassieeeeeee

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