Bad Influence ( Harry Styles Fanfic )

Chapter 5

I woke up to what felt like an empty house. I decided to take a warm bath, I was still shaken up from the body which they were disposing of as we speak. Niall stayed back and was watching television downstairs. I ran the hot water and took off my clothes. I dipped my toe in the full bathtub. Perfect.

I slowly bent down into the bath the warm water reaching my legs, my waist, my chest and then my neck. It was the only relaxing thing I've done since this whole ordeal of being in this hell house.

I closed my eyes and played with the bubbles in the bathtub gathering them up to my body.

I nearly began to fall asleep when the door swung open, it was Harry. I held my gasp in, he didn't see me. He headed to the toilet and undid his fly, before I could hear the sound of liquid falling into the bowl I shouted. "Hey! I'm in here."

Harry turned around zipping his fly back up. His eyes shifted from my eyes to my naked body in the bath. I covered myself up, Harry's face actually turned red. It never turned red.

"What the hell are you taking a bath for?" His expression immediately changed from shocked and mesmerized to anger. "This is my bathroom, I walk in whenever I have to pee. Maybe you should've locked the door." He was getting defensive. "Lock the door next time." He barked as he walked out of the bathroom slamming the door behind him.

After Harry left I got out of the bathtub and grabbed my towel from the back of the door. I wrapped in around me, I walked into the hallway, it seemed everyone was downstairs.

I turned left and headed for Harry's room, he's probably so embarrassed of seeing me in the bath that he'll be downstairs for awhile, giving me enough time to explore his room.

The door made a slight creak when I slowly opened it. I opened his closet door, a wardrobe full of black clothes. I scrimmaged through the drawers finding various different things, nothing important though. I opened his dresser drawers next. I saw a photo it was of him and a girl.

"What are you doing?" Harry shouted in the doorway.

I turned around and grabbed onto my towel barely coverings my body well.

"I-I-" I had no good excuse.

"I told you, you aren't allowed in here." His eyes moved down to the photo I was holding. He slammed the bedroom door and walked closer to me, he tried snatching the photo out of my hand but I moved back. He was fuming, he grabbed onto my other wrist and pulled me close to him, I felt my towel slowly slipping, the only thing holding it up was Harry's body against me.

He was breathing heavy, he was inches from my face. His other hand grabbed the photo, once he got ahold of it he looked back up to my eyes. I was breathing heavy now, he was so close to me, I watch his chest rise up and down. His red lips were inches for mine, my eyes nearly closed in anticipation that he might kiss me.

His voice was breathy, "I know you want me."

My lips parted, I desperately wanted to cry out for him, but I couldn't. His hand was still holding me wrist the other moved its way from my waist to my butt. My hand that was previously holding the photo grabbed onto his tattooed bicep. His lips pressed onto mine, the electricity flowed through me, I was shocked.

We both were taken back by our action, I opened my eyes to look at him.

His eyebrows were telling me he was angry but his eyes screamed for more. His eyes, they were alive with a mix of rage and something else, something I couldn't quite make out as I stood in utter shock.

I moved my hand off his bicep and clutched my towel tightly to my body. Harry kept his gaze locked on mine as his hand touching my butt pulled me closer now against his heaving chest once again.

"Why is it that I can't keep you out of here?" he grumbled under his breath; I could feel something hard pressed up against my bare thigh as he held me tightly against his body, his fingers slipping down my side to my waist.

My arms were crossed over my body holding my towel up, he grabbed my wrist trying to get me to let go of the towel.

"Harry." I mumbled unsure of what I wanted.

He motioned my body toward the bed as he sat me down at the edge. He got down on his knees so we were somewhat eye level. His hands made there way from my knees up to my thigh. I bit down on my lip to keep myself begging for more.

He puts a hand on my stomach and pushes me carefully as I lay down on the bed in my back.

He was kneeling in between my legs, my knees toward each other to keep Harry from seeing what's underneath my towel.

His fingers trail up my thigh as I close my eyes tightly.

"Just tell me to stop if you want me to."

I didn't say anything as his fingers began to touch me rubbing them in circles on me. I nearly cry out from his touch, my hands grab a fistful of the bedding. His fingers trail up and down my slit, I begin to shudder in pleasure. He sticks a finger inside me pumping in and out, I screw my eyes shut and let out an involuntary moan.

I kept thinking of what he said, Just tell me to stop if you want me to. A part of me wanted him to stop, he's a murderer, he's mean, he's rude, he's-

He added a second finger nearly making me cry out. My eyes were nearly rolling back in my head and every thought had faded away.

"Harry." I moaned.

I heard him chuckle, I tried not to pay too much attention to him as I focused on the sheer pleasure he was brining me.

"I-I'm gonna...H-Harry..." I could barely form a sentence as his speed picked up.

He sent me right over the edge, I couldn't help but scream his name as my body tightened and then relaxed. My chest rose up and down rapidly, I tried catching my breath, I also tried wrapping my head around what had just happened.

I've never done anything like that with anyone.

He stood up and simply walked away, he stopped at the doorway.

With his back still toward me he said, "Don't let me catch you in here again." and then continued out the door.

I took a second on his bed just to catch my breath. When I stood up my legs slightly felt like jello, I looked around for the photo once more, nothing, he must've taken it with him.

My face flushed with embarrassment as I relived the moment I screamed his name while now realizing all the guys were downstairs and most definitely heard me. I sprinted out of Harry's room and into my own hoping to just forget about everything.

Everything...what did any of it mean? Does Harry like me?