My Four-Days Love Story - Harry Styles

16. Fuelled By A Selfie

Song for the chapter: Jessie J - Domino
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(Caelia's P.O.V.)

'Isn't that...' my head rose from Harry's chest when there was a loud moan coming from a room near ours. Looking up at Harry, I saw his brows furrowed with the same expression.

'No' he scoffed 'Although it seems like it but like...nope. Probably someone wanking though' he slumped back into the pillows 'OH NO!' he groaned when I wiggled my eyebrows 'You need to stop teasing me for that' he muttered.

'Or...' I dragged my fingers from his chest, over his abs and to the band of his boxers 'I could help you' I bit my lip seductively. He sat up quickly with his eyes going wide. His lips parted as he searched for words.

'Wha-seriously?' he said in a such a high voice I wondered what his possible vocal range could even be while my mind being my mind decided to mess with him a bit.

'Why not?' I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. Thank God Cleo and I had played sexy with each other the numerous times she jumped onto me, jokingly seducing me just to annoy the nerdy Vesper.

'Jesus Christ!' he panted 'Wait, lemme just process this' I grinned evilly, sinking my teeth into his shoulder and nipping sensually at the skin 'Cee...stop. Ugh! Caelia' he groaned, trying to push my face away 'Fuck' he gasped. Pulling back, I tangled my fingers in his curls and the next thing I knew was him climbing over me. I froze. I didn't expect this to happen, though.

He tilted my face, putting his lips underneath my jaw, working on a lovebite 'Harry' I started when his other hand traced a pattern right at that curve over my hipbone. He hummed, working on the lovebite 'Haz' I groaned 'Stop-stop. Harry' I pushed his face away and he looked at me with wet lips turned up in a smirk.

'You aren't the only one who knows how to play, sweetheart' he cooed, running a finger over my lips. My jaw dropped and I don't know how I shoved that spaghetti noodle off me but I was hitting him hard with a pillow, making him yelp. He grabbed it with both his hands, snatching it off mine 'So rough' he winked.

'You know I could probably knee you in the balls right now?'

'Don't hit daddy' he tutted.

'And I'm not all that kinky either'

'We'll see' he snorted. Deciding not to drag the argument further, I narrowed my eyes and put my head on his chest. His hand immediately came to brush through my hair as he turned the lamp off 'Night, love'

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'SO WAAAAAKE UUUUUP! YOUR SLEEPING HEAAAAART! AND WE WILL DREAM DREAM FOR US THAT NO ONE-JESUS FUCK!' someone yelped when I kicked at the direction of the annoying voice 'Don't try killing me so soon, the world needs me!' I groaned sitting up to come face to face with a very, very weird face and it was not my fault when I slapped it.

'Ow!' Harry hissed, rubbing his cheek 'Why'd you do that?!' he put on the most exaggerated pout.

'Why'd you make a face?' I groaned, falling back against the pillows and closing my eyes 'Who the fuck kept singing, though?'

'SHE DOESN'T RECOGNISE ME!' came a girly, panicked voice 'CAELIA! DEAR CAELIA, WHY DID THEE FORGET ME SOONER THAN-GOD WHY?!'

'Why don't you stop, Louisa?' I groaned.

'Why don't you shape-shift into an ass?'

'Better than yours? Nah'

Louis looked at Harry with pursed lips and furrowed brows who did a double take at him and shrugged. Louis blinked a couple of times before sighing 'I hate her'.