What's A Girl To Do?

Bonding With Him Pt-2

I stand up, straightening my skirt that had ridden up further by my bending down. I am not sure what happened just now.

"Mr Styles..." I start with a heated face.

"For the last time I am telling you, it's Harry." He says, and removes my hair from my face. I start to blush even more now that I don't have a curtain to hide behind.

I look down in embarrassment, my mind replaying all that took place between the two of us. I kind of feel childish. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I am overreacting. He might not have meant anything by his actions.

His hand is still playing with my jet black hair. He seems a bit nervous too, the way he is twisting and untwisting my hair with so much concentration.

"Y/N say something." He whispers into my ear.

The warmth of his breath sends tingles all through my body. I turn my head to look at him. I feel conscious of the way our faces are almost touching now. We are breathing each other's air. Harry takes no initiative to move back. He licks his lower lip and then bites onto it sexily.

"Harry, I.."

"Mmhh. Say that again."

"What?" I whisper, feeling a little high on the delicious smell of mint and smoke that I inhale as he speaks.

"My name. Call me Harry again." He moves towards me, trapping me with his strong arms. I feel the wall at my back. He touches his forehead with mine. There is hardly any space left between our lips.

"Harry.."

Our lips touch slightly as I speak. Harry suddenly opens his eyes, that he had closed previously as  if in pleasure, and crashes his lips on mine. I am startled but give in soon, kissing him back.

His lips are soft but demanding. He bites onto my lower lip and sucks on it. The pleasure I feel is unexplainable. My hands go to his hair automatically. I can't help but admire how soft and silky it is.

Harry moves his hands from my face, downwards, feeling every part of my body on the way. I take this time to explore his chest. He shivers as I find his nipples standing at attention just like mine. I move my hands around his rock hard abs and follow the trail of hair going downwards till my hands reach his jeans.

Harry has reached my ass by that time. As he squeezes my butt, my hands involuntarily closes around the bulge in his jeans. We both moan into the kiss.

Rrrring rrring Rrrring rrring

The sound of the phone ringing suddenly brings us to our senses. Harry backs off immediately. "F**k." He looks around the room trying to figure out what to do. He wears his shirt hastily, buttoning it all wrong.

"Y/N you should go."

"But.." I look at him flustered, not understanding the sudden change in his attitude. His eyes are now wary instead of lustful.

"This was all a mistake. I don't like you like that. I want you to leave now."
He opens the door and directs me outside.

I can feel my eyes stinging with tears that want to roll down but I don't want him to see me crying like a child.

"As you wish sir..." I say bitterly.

I notice a slight look of hurt on his face but in the next moment, it hardens again.

"Goodbye Ms.Y/L/N"

A/N:
I am so sorry that this chapter is so short and crappy. I had the story going in a very different direction in the start but then I suddenly changed mind halfway through it. I hope it has turned out okay.
Love ya xoxo