Audacious

Chapter 4

I awoke the next morning to the sound of my phone beeping. A new text message. I grumbled as I rolled over to the other side of my bed, last night’s events replaying in my mind. It had only been the second night that I had reunited, in a way, with the infamous Harry Styles and now I was beginning to wonder if that was a mistake. I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel about him but with him constantly the only thing in my head, I knew this wasn’t a good sign.

I squinted as I peered up at my clock, the sunlight peeping through my curtains making it hard to see. 9am. I reached over to grab my phone off my bedside table and blindly unlocked it. I groaned. It was a text from Harry.

“Speaking of the devil,” I muttered to myself.

Harry Styles (8:59) Morning lovely, hope you had a nice night. Can I come over? .xx

Shit. I was still half-asleep, and he wanted to come over now? Wait, why was I even contemplating the question?

(9:02) No.

Harry Styles (9:03) Oh I had a fantastic night, thank you for asking. And I am not taking no for an answer so I will be there in 5 ;)

Great. I knew I had no way of stopping him from coming over so I decided to go and brush my teeth to make myself presentable, hoping to avoid any rude remarks from him. My heart was beating rapidly and my pace quickened as I ran to the bathroom. I really did not want him to see me in this state; I could only imagine what kind of dirty jokes he would make and it would only put me in a bad temper for the rest of the day. I could hear the clock ticking as I scrambled back into my room, grabbing whatever was in reach of my hands in my closet. I tore off my pyjamas and threw on a shirt and some shorts. I glanced over at my clock; 9:07. He was probably already here, waiting at the door.

I decided to head downstairs and make myself some breakfast to occupy myself while he was going to be in the house, but not before I grabbed my phone that was sitting on the bedside table. I accidentally knocked it to the ground when I reached for it so I kneeled down, picking it up while examining for any scratches that the fall might have caused. I was about to get up when I turned around and standing right in front me was a pair of rather fit legs that were clothed in tight, black jeans. Even just from looking at the tattered, worn-out denim, I knew who it was. I tilted my head up to see Harry looking down on me, a mischievous grin plastered all over his face.

"Quite where I wanted you to be actually." He winked.

And that was when I realized where I was kneeled in front of.

"Ugh, in your dreams" I responded in disgust. He offered me his hand but I ignored it and picked myself up from off the ground and straightened out my shirt, phone in hand. He then in turn reached out to hold my hand. "What do you want Harry?"

"You." I could've felt his smirk from a mile away.

“How the hell did you get into my house?” I shot at him, wanting to know how he could’ve possibly gotten in without breaking the lock on the front door. “That was like the second time you’ve scared the shit out of me.”

“I climbed in through the front window, it’s actually not as hard as it looks. I just thought I would save you the trouble of having to walk down the stairs to get to the door.”

“Oh, how thoughtful of you,” I grinned at him sarcastically. What even was that kind of logic? "And I would ask you how you are," I started as I pulled my hand away from his sorely held grip and made my way down the stairs into the kitchen. "But I don’t really care.”

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," he said as he followed me, sliding into one of the stools that were stood behind the kitchen counter. “Maybe you should come sleep in mine tonight.”