Playboy | Mature Harry Styles

Chapter 1

[This is a MATURE Harry Styles fanfiction. It's only for mature readers - as in, if you're under 14 I suggest you to not read this story.

There will be drug-abuse and lots of detailed sexual scenes in later chapters.
- Don't like it, don't read it.

Harry is not famous, punk, psycho, vampire, demon and whatsoever in this story.
However, the story is going to be a bit dark.]


Copyright © 2014 by fckingharry
All rights reserved.


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I was awake, but held my eyes closed. I was tired as fuck, and with a killing headache I sure as hell didn't want to get out of the bed. The bed was so warm, so soft, so comfortable, so.. wait, what was that?


I decided to open my eyes, seeing a room I never had been in before. The room was so messy, and the magazines on the floor with naked women on, were definitely not mine.


This place screamed teenage-boy.


I turned my head, seeing a sleeping boy beside me. His hair was so messy, his face completely relaxing. His heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. I lifted the sheets a little, getting a surprised look on my face once I saw that he was all naked.


But worst of all, I was too.


One night stands. I fucking hate them. I was disgusted by myself. I didn't mean to get drunk last night just to get a one night stand. And definitely not a one night stand with a.. fucking teenager.


He looked about three years younger than me.


I have to admit, he's very good looking. Really, I don't think I've ever seen such a hot boy before. His muscles made me want to just go back to cuddle him, or even better; ride his cock.


I chuckled at myself, shaking the thoughts out of my head.


I tried to get out of the bed carefully not to wake.. that boy. But right when I stepped out of the bed I slipped in his magazines. I fell down along with a bang, my eyes were squeezing shut as I prayed that he wouldn't wake up.


.. and he didn't.


He groaned slightly as he turned around to his other side, before his small snoring was heard again.


As I was about to get up from the floor, I saw a whole lot of dvds under his bed. Curious as I am, I pulled one of them out. Which made me regret it right after I saw the cover.


Porn.


I pulled one more out, and another - and another. Porn movies, all of them.


"Fuck." I whispered to myself, as low as I could.


I looked at the boy to see if he would wake up as I pushed the dvds back under his bed. If he would wake up while I was here, I definitely didn't want him to see me looking through his porn.


Isn't he too young to watch stuff like that? And how the fuck can he even 'hide' them under his bed, won't his mum find them when she cleans his room?


I never got his name. Who am I kidding, I didn't fucking care about his damn name, I just wanted to get out of his house.


Looking around in the room in search for my clothes from last night, I sighed. It wasn't anywhere to be seen. He wouldn't have hidden it, that would be ridiculous.


My eyes landed on a semen-filled, used condom on the floor as I looked around for my clothes - which surprised me, since I was on the pill.


My phone was beside the pillow, and I quickly grabbed it. Since my clothes was no where, I decided to borrow some of his - or let's just say, I decided to steal something, since I never will see him ever again.


I was lucky to find some loose sweatpants and a Rolling Stones t-shirt on his chair. The t-shirt was too big to me and smelled boyish, but I didn't care - I couldn't walk out naked. Besides, it wasn't a bad smell. This boy, whoever he was, did smell pretty good.


I was lucky that nobody was home. I was scared to see a parent or a sister. Maybe he was one of those kids whose parents are at work all the time. Those parents who doesn't pay any attention to their children.


I got outside where the sun was shinning and fresh air was around me. I breathed in deeply. The room I just left was so dark and the air smelled like sex. Just the thought made me want to vomit.


No, it wasn't just the thought - I did throw up right on the street, emptying my stomach completely. I didn't feel that bad, I just needed to get home and relax, eat something and go back to bed.


I was tired as fuck. My body felt so sore... reminding me, that I really got a hard fuck last night.


~*~


"Jenna!"


I woke up by the door slamming and a voice yelling at me. Blinking a couple times, I turned around to lie on my back, sighing.


"Whaaat?!" I screamed back at my roommate who came into my bedroom and turned on the light, making me pull a pillow over my eyes and groan in frustration.


Let me just admit that I am not a morning person at all.


"Why the hell are you sleeping? It's 5pm, get your ass up!" I felt the sheets being ripped away from my body and the freezing air hit my skin.


Well, okay.. maybe it wasn't morning right now, but still - I fucking hate being woken while I'm sleeping.


"Noo, give me that back, it's fucking cold!" I fake-cried as I hugged my pillow tight into my chest.


"Jenna, I am fucking serious. You're 21, you should be out looking for a job right now - not sleeping and acting like a fucking lazy teenager!"


Yes, this girl who was acting like a mum to me right now, is my best friend - Melanie. But, I prefered to call her Mellie. Let's just say that it is a nickname I gave her when we were seven years old, because I didn't know how to write 'Melanie'.


"You don't take your life serious at all." She added, looking at me with worried eyes.


"I do take life seriously!" I protested. "I enjoy every single minute of it and don't  waste any time."


"That wasn't what I meant. Oh my God, Jenna.. you'll end up homeless if you don't get your shit together."


"Not if you let me stay at your apartment." I grinned. "That's what friends are there for, right?" I joked which made Mellie roll her eyes at me.


"I only let you stay here because you're my best friend. And as your best friend, I suggest you to go out and make your own money before it's too late."


I know she's right, but as stubborn as I am, I didn't really take it seriously what she told me. I've got it told plenty times before, why do something about it now?


"Yeah, yeah, I know." I mumbled sleepy. She threw herself onto the bed, sighing. Making the whole bed bounce.


"Mel?" I whispered, before she let out a 'hm'.


"Can you go get some pizza?" She faced me, raising her left eyebrow. "I'll pay this time, I promise."


"Alright.. but in five minutes."


"You're so laaazy." I teased, trying to sound like her when she wakes me up in the morning.


"Not as bad as you." She snapped, laughing.


"Shut up. I'm not lazy, I just don't like to work."


"You don't like to do anything except sleeping."


"Not true. I like partying as well."


"Talking about partying, where were you this night?" She asked curiously.


"Just out.. having fun, getting drunk." I grinned.


Oh fuck, I slept with a boy younger than me. If I told Mellie that, she would make fun of me for the rest of my life.


"All night? Didn't you sleep somewhere?"


"Oh - yes, I slept over at a friend's house." I lied. I didn't know him at all.


"Cute." She pushed herself off the bed and went to the door. "Do you prepare some movies 'til I'm back?"


"Yeah."


"Great." She smiled before leaving.


~*~


I took a sip of the redbull before finding out some horror movies. Yes, I've got an addiction for redbulls - if I don't get a couple a day, I will die.


Alright, maybe not die. But I really need them. It's an obsession.


The door opened and Mel came inside with pizzas that smelled all over the apartment.


"Maybe you should go outside." She spoke as she placed the pizzas down on the table, beside the movies.


"Why?" I asked, pouring the liquid inside my redbull down my throat.


"Some guy asked for you."


I froze and stared at her for a moment.


"A guy?" I laughed. "Sounds creepy. What kind of guy would be waiting outside for me?"


"Him." She quickly responded and we both started laughing, before the doorbell rang. Making both of us freeze as we looked at each other.


"That's really creepy, it's like in a horror movie." She grinned while I pushed myself off the couch.


"Be careful!" She yelled at me. "What if he's a thief or something and just knocks you down?"


"You know what, maybe we shouldn't watch horrors tonight. Let's watch something like Titanic instead!" I yelled back as she started laughing even harder. "Seriously, I don't think I'll get knocked down."


Not if it's who I think it is.


The doorbell rang again, but this time it rang about five times consecutive. "Coming!" I yelled at the person on the other side.


I grabbed the handle and opened the door quickly, seeing a tall boy who just looked at me. He was taller than me, and muscular.


One thing did I recognize, his hair. It was brown and curly, and it looked so soft.


"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, making him chuckle before a smirk came on his face.


He didn't answer me.


"How do you know where I live?"


He opened his mouth to response, but closed it slightly again.


"Cat got your tongue?" I teased which made him smirk even more.


"God, you are cheeky." He finally spoke.


His voice was shocking me, it was so deep and husky. I didn't remember that.


Holy shit, he was even hotter when he was awake.


"You know," he licked his lips before continuing. "I woke up quite disappointing this morning. You weren't beside me where I left you."


I raised my eyebrow at him. Why the hell did he expect me to stay at his house after a fucking one night stand? I thought he wanted me to leave in the morning.


"I see you've found my clothes." He took a look down my body.


Shit, shit, shit. I haven't changed since the morning - I was still in his clothes. The clothes that I stole.


"Um- yeah." I stood awkwardly in the door. Maybe he came back for his clothes? "Do you want it back? I can go change-"


"No, no. Keep it, you look better in it than I do." He winked.


Oh fuck, he's really sexy.


No, hell no. This is the boy whose porn I found in his bedroom. That is not sexy at all. Who the fuck has so much porn?


"Thanks." I answered, looking down at hoping that he would leave now. But he just kept staying, his eyes staring at me. It was so uncomfortable.


"So? Anything else you want to say before you leave?"


"Yes. Actually, there is."


I waited for him to continue, but he didn't. Instead, his eyes studied my face and went down to my chest. Luckily for me, my chest was fully covered by his Rolling Stones t-shirt.


"Well, what?"


He grinned at me which I found rather cute, because his dimples were visible now.


He bit his bottom lip seductive before he separate them.


"I expected a round two."

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