Fake Girlfriend

Chapter 13

Esmè's POV

"HARRY!!" I screamed.

He kept punching the guy.

"HAROLD EDWARD STYLES IF YOU DONT STOP RIGHT NOW IMMA LEAVE YOU AND NEVER COME BACK!" I threatened

He stopped and turned to look at me.

"Esmè-"

I cut him off before he could say anything.

"Get out, we'll talk when I get home."

Luckily, Margo wasn't here tonight, she's sick

~3 in the morning~

I just got to Harry's flat and the light in the living room was still on.

I opened the door and walked inside.

I walked into the living room to find Harry just staring at the floor with his elbows on his knees and his hands intertwined with each other.

"Harry?" I questioned.

He looked up at me.

"Esmè, I'm so sorry." He said.

I looked down.

"Harry , this is my job, if you can't respect what I'm doing then-" I said but got cut off by Harry.

"No! We are not gonna break up. I know this is a little too soon and we're only a month into this contract , but, I plan on marrying you someday, and having kids. I don't want you to have kids with some over night hook-up." He ranted.

Oh my god!!!

This is better than I thought.

"Harry, you almost got me fired. I made 1,000 pounds tonight just shaking my ass around and dancing on a pole ." I chuckled.

He chuckled too.

"I'm sorry E, I just got jealous." He said.

I walked over to him and kissed him.

He kissed back and suddenly it got really heated.

He gently pushed me to the couch and laid me down.

He hovered over me and kissed my next.

I bit lip to hold back a moan. It jut wasn't happening. I moaned and I felt him smirk against my skin.

His hand slipped under my coat and tried to slip my undies down, I pushed his hand away.

"No , Harry." I breathed out.

He got up and said

"I understand, just tell me when, remember , I'm gonna respect you." He smiled.

~12:00~

Harry and I got up around twelve and heard laughing downstairs.

I was about to walk downstairs but realized I had nothing but undergarments on.

"Harry , can I have some clothes?" I asked.

He nodded and handed me some navy blue basketball shorts that tie so they would slip but the still went to my knees. He handed me a t-shirt with The Beatles on it. I slipped it on and put on the shorts. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and Harry put on some grey sweatpants and no shirt.

I turned around and smile while biting my lip.

What?! No! ESMÈ , YOU'VE GOT A PLAN STICK WITH IT!!!!

Harry wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked downstairs.

6 heads turned towards us.

"Hey love birds." Louis said.