Homecoming [Harry Styles] *NEW*

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Shifting in my sleepy state, I wrapped my arm around the warm body next to me-

Wait.

What warm body was I sleeping next to?

Shooting up in the bed, I looked around but the room was dark. I started freaking out as my heart began to beat faster in my chest. This wasn't my bed or my room. Where the fuck was I? I reached around in the dark for a lamp or a light, but you couldn't see anything in the pitch black room. Something grabbed my arm and I nearly screamed. My fist managed to make contact with the person's face, followed by a grumpy yell.

"Shit! Holly, just turn on the goddamn lamp!" Harry grunted in a husky morning voice as he snapped at me.

I found the lamp and turned to see Harry grabbing his face.

"What the fuck am I doing here? Are you hurt?" My breathing was quickening. I looked down to see that I was still wearing my clothes.

"Yeah, I'm fucking fantastic, Holly..."

Looking over at him, I noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt- just boxers that hung very low on his hips. The tattoos ran all up his arms and covered parts of his chest. His hair was a curly mob on his head and dark circles rimmed his eyes. A thought occured to me that made me nauseous.

"Did we? You know?"

He looked over at me, his hands still checking the spot I'd punched him.

"No! You fell asleep in my car last night. I tried to drop you off at the sorority house, but everyone was gone at a party, so nobody could let me in and I didn't want to wake you up. I brought you here and figured you wouldn't mind one night."

"You thought wrong! You could've let me sleep with Louis instead of with you. Does he even know I'm here?" Of course I was annoyed, not only at him, but at myself for falling asleep.

Harry shook his head and leaned against his headboard, putting his arms behind his head. Damn. His body was really fucking nice, besides the tattoos... Too bad he was a douche bag.

I needed to get out of here soon.

"What time is it?" I asked him, pulling the blanket off of me.

"Almost noon," he replied in a monotone state.

"Wait, seriously?" I jumped out of the bed. "I'm going to be so late for my classes. I've already missed two! Fuck!" Harry was laughing, which was just getting on my nerves. He just sat from his spot on the bed with his arms back behind his head and watched me.

"What the fuck is your problem? This isn't funny!" I threw a pillow at him, but he easily caught it and threw it back, smacking me in the ass.

"Yes. It is... Holly, it's Saturday." I dropped the pillow from my hands and checked my phone. He was right- it was Saturday. A wave of relief came over me and I sat back down on the edge of the bed. That explained why nobody had been home last night. I'd been so busy the past week, I hadn't even realized that going out last night was just a regular Friday night. I put my head between my knees and let myself breathe. This had been the most stressful five minutes of my life and I was ready to go home.

I felt Harry shift behind me, then I felt two hands on my shoulders, massaging deep into my neck. I couldn't supress a small moan from the pain, but my hand quickly covered my mouth. Harry just laughed. Soon, I felt his mouth on my neck. Closing my eyes, I felt like we were back in the bathroom at the bar. His teeth nipped at the already brusied marks on my skin, brushing over them with his tongue and making my body weak.

Harry's hands moved from my shoulders to my waist.

"Let me take this dress off of you. I've been wanting to since last night when I brought you here," He whispered into my ear, but it was more of a harsh command like last night. Last night... Zayn.