Playboy | Mature Harry Styles

Chapter 2

After Harry (yes, I finally got the kid's name) left yesterday, I couldn't get him out of my mind. Like, he seemed a lot more mature for his age than I thought. When I woke up that morning and saw all his - what do you call it? - his private things, I thought he was crazy. To be honest, I didn't want to see him again after that and I definitely did not want to have a conversation with him.


But he was alright, I guess. I mean, he's probably the hottest thing I've ever laid my eyes on in my Entire life. Way much more hotter than all the guys I dated back in high school.


I didn't give him a 'round two', though. If that was why he came to see me, to get a fucking round two, then he could fuck off. If he'll keep giving me attention and not try to get in my pants, I will give him a round two - but until then, he won't get anything.


It was kind of creeping me out, how he'd got my number. I woke up this morning from a message from him, saying that he found my thong under his bed from the night we shagged, but that he would keep it. Who the fuck says that? Not anyone else than him, for sure.


He's really.. something special. I mean, there's not a lot of people like Harry in this world. 


He does fill a bit in my head, as you can see. My thoughts is focused on him a lot. I wonder how he is to be around, like, to just sit and talk with.


Right as I stepped outside in the cold weather I gasped, feeling the shiver down my spine as my eyes saw all the new white snow laying everywhere. "Oh fuck." I whined. I don't like snow at all..


I stepped out in the snow, feeling the snowflakes fell on top of my hair. I sighed heavy, before someone grabbed me quickly which made me scream instead and a hand smacked over my mouth to make me shut up.


"It's just me, jesus!" I heard the husky voice of Harry's, before he laughed.


"Oh my god! Don't scare me like that ever again, you fucking dick!" I yelled, holding my hand to my chest. My heart was beating fast and I was still shaking, while Harry just laughed like crazy. "Not funny!"


"Very funny." He smiled. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you would get so scared. You should have seen yourself." He started laughing again.


"But you just came out of nowhere, and- wait, what are you even doing here?" I changed subject quickly. Why was he even here, right out of the building where I live?


"I waited for you to come out." He spoke, sounding like a fucking creeper. "Remember the round two you promised me?" He raised his eyebrow and smirked.


"I didn't promise you tha-"


"Why the hell are you lying, Jenna?" He asked me, and I didn't have a clue of what he was talking about, because I clearly haven't promised him anything. "Lying doesn't suit you." He smirked again. Fucking wanker.


"God, stay away from me." I mumbled and turned around to walk away from him.


"Better do what I say or else you won't get your purse back!" Harry yelled behind me and I froze immediately.


"What purse?" I walked towards him again.


"Your purse. It's still at my house, you never came back to get it. Thought I should tell you since there's money and a credit card and.. other important stuff in it." He told me with a serious look on his face. Shit, I haven't even noticed it was gone..


"How do you know what's in it?"


"I looked. I was curious, okay?" He grinned. "You're lucky that I didn't steal your money and just throw the rest in the fuckin' mailbox." I still find it weird that he didn't do that. I would have done that, if someone forgot their purse at my house with money in.


"Yeah, yeah, let's just fuckin' go so I can get it back. I've got other things to do." I hissed and grabbed Harry's arm to pull him with me. He just stood there like a damn statue.


"Other things like what?" He grinned, probably not believing me. Well, not that he should, because I actually don't have anything else to do. I just don't want to stay in his company.


Mellie is at work, like always. But I don't want to stay inside in that apartment all freaking day.


"None of your business." I snapped as we walked on the street with snowflakes falling down from the clouds. "Oh, uhm.. do you have any redbulls in the fridge?"


"Redbulls?" Harry repeated. "No, I don't have any redbulls.. why the hell would I have that in my fridge?" He asked confusedly.


"Never mind. Let's just find a store on the way."


~*~


As soon as I saw the familiar street where I threw up a few days ago, I knew we were close to where Harry lives. We've been walking for around fifteen minutes while Harry has been talking about random things in his life, but I didn't listen to him all. I just pretended, nodded a couple times and mumbled a 'really?' and 'wow' while drinking my redbull.


Yes, we found a store with redbulls and bought around ten.


"Maybe you should just go inside to get my purse while I stay out here." I told Harry as we neared his house.


"Why?" He asked. Well, since he does live at home, I don't want to come with him inside, or at least not again. Last time I was lucky that no one was home, but this time someone might be.


"I don't want to meet anyone. I just want my purse back."


"It's not like you're the first girl I've ever brought with me home." He laughed softly. No surprise, I didn't expect that either. "But, you should be proud of that you're the only girl I've brought with me home twice. I normally never do that."


Really? So he's just that boy who finds a girl, fuck her and then throws her away like fucking trash? What a dick, he shouldn't treat girls like that.


"They're not like that, you know, curious and ask a million questions. Besides, I doubt anyone is even home. There's no car." Harry looked inside the window and shook his head.


"Alright." I gave in and followed him to the door where he found a spare key under the mat.


"See? Nobody." Harry said and smiled at me once we came inside.


Last time I was here, I didn't notice the photos on the wall of his family. There was one with a woman, who I suppose is his mother. She's long, dark hair and a very pretty smile. Another photo was of Harry and another boy beside him, who must be his brother - younger brother, because he looks a lot like him.


"Is this your brother?" I asked Harry once I knew he was standing behind me. 


"Yeah." He breathed. "Matt. He's two years younger than me." I kept my eyes on the photo of them. They were both smiling, their arms around each other like real brothers. It wasn't an old photo, because Harry looked like himself. Matt had brown hair too, a bit more curly than Harry's though.


"Cute." I lifted my head to look at Harry as I smiled. "And that's your mum?" I pointed to the one with the pretty lady on.


"Yes, it is." He spoke quietly.


"She's very pretty." I told him before turning around. "Anyway. My purse?"


"Right." Harry said before a smirk slowly grew on his face. "Your purse isn't here, silly." He laughed.


Wait, what? Fucking hell, I should've known he only made it up to get me over here. Again; fucking wanker.


"You're so annoying." I spoke, quite frustrated of his lie to get me here. I walked past him to get to the door but got stopped by Harry. "What the fuck do you want?" I asked, sounding a bit angry. But then again, I was pretty angry.


"Isn't it obvious?"


"Right, you want a 'round fucking two'. Well, why don't you go out and find a whore who can fuck you and then give you a round two? Because I'm not interested, now let me go." I snapped and waited for him to move away so I could get the fuck out of here, once again.


"I don't want a whore to fuck. I want you to fuck." He grinned, but I wasn't in the mood of him coming with smart comments and fucking grin at me.


"Sad for you, because you are not getting in my pants ever again. The other night was because I was drunk and wanted a one night stand, now move so I can leave." Alright, I lied about the one night stand, I never wanted that - because look now, now I've got an annoying teenage boy who doesn't want to leave me alone.


"Please don't be like this. I don't want to get in your pants and just never talk to you again. You're my friend." Harry spoke calmly, but it didn't work.


"Friend? Am I your friend? You don't even know me, I don't know you - how can we be friends?"


"You know my name, I know yours - isn't that enough?" He grinned and I rolled my eyes before pushing him away. "I was joking!" He yelled. "I've told you about me, you've been here twice and you've seen pictures of my family. How many people do you think know so much about me? None. And I've only known you for two days."


"You know what, you're just lonely. Get some friends and leave me alone." I snapped, a bit too harsh. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.


"Whoa, you talking to me like if I was a kid." Harry laughed slightly at me. "I'm eighteen, not twelve."


"Alright, Harry. Since you are eighteen and so immature for your age, why do you think I would waste any of my time on you? I'm twenty-one for fuck's sake." Right as I was done talking, Harry laughed at me so loud, it kind of scared me.


"You're twenty-one and lives in your best friend's apartment? You don't even have a fuckin' job, that's immature!" His voice raised at me, and right now I actually regret coming here. How does he even know that I don't have a job? "Don't look surprised darling, it's not like you're a stranger for me." He smirked.


"The hell are you talking 'bout?" I asked quietly, confused and kind of scared at the same time. Harry didn't answer, he just smiled at me like a fucking murder from a horror movie. "Seriously, I'm leaving." I grabbed the handle and opened the door as I stepped outside.


This time, Harry didn't protest. He just let me walk out of that door in front of him as he watched me leave his house.


~*~


"Mellie?" I called after Melanie once I came inside. She should be home by now. "Melanie?"


"In here." She yelled from the living room. I took my coat off and saw her sit on the couch with a cup of tea and no smile on her face.


"What's wrong?" I asked worried, sitting down beside her.


"I came home and the door was unlocked." Her eyes buried into mine, as if she was going to kill me. "You didn't lock the door after you! Someone could've been in here!" She yelled, but I stood completely frozen. I don't remember whether I locked it or not.


"Has anyone been here?"


"No, thank god for that. But someone could! All the stuff in here could've been fuckin' gone!" She yelled. Alright, I understand she's mad at me for not locking the door. But nothing is gone, so what is the problem? "God, Jenna. You're so irresponsible."


"I'm sorry! I won't do it again, I promise - next time I'll check it before I leave." I promised her.



"Fuck, where the hell is my phone?!" I panicked, looking in all the pockets in my coat, but it was no where. "No, no, it can't be gone.. fuck! It's not fuckin' here!" I yelled, while Melanie just laughed at my reaction. "Yeah, you better be happy that all your things still are here - but my phone is gone now!"


"Jenna, relax, you'll find it. Where were you last time you had it in your hand?" Mellie spoke all calmly as she stood in front of me. It's my phone, it can't be gone, I'll die if I don't find it.


It's gone. I'm dying.


"I don't know, I- fuck, I don't remember that! I was at.." I said but stopped in the middle of the sentence, since I was about to say that I've been at Harry's. I had it when I was at his house and I haven't seen it since.


Jesus christ, I must have forgot it somewhere in his house. And I can't even text or call Harry, because it's my phone at I don't have it.


"I think I've left it at.. doesn't matter, I'll be right back." I pulled my coat on as fast as I could and stormed out of the door.


It was snowing again. Once again, I sighed as I stepped out in the weather before I turned around to see that cheeky boy smirking at me.


.. with my phone in his hand.


"Looking for something?" He asked, walking closer towards me with a huge smirk across his stupid face.


He stood the exactly same place as he did in the morning. He stood here, outside in the snow, waiting for me to come out - once again. He's completely crazy.


"Yeah." I breathed when he stood close against me. "You found it, thanks. I was worried." I was still a bit shocked of him waiting here for me. I mean, it's so fucking cold.


I've already told him more than twice to leave me alone, yet here he is.


"Worried?" He repeated, grinning at me.


"Worried for my phone, asshole." I rolled my eyes at him and he laughed - but I didn't mind. His laugh was lovely. "Where did you find it?"


"In your pocket." He spoke and my smile faded away. "I stole it from you without you noticed." He smirked, and I literally just froze.


"You stole my phone? Why?" I asked confusedly. But one thing I didn't get either was, why he gave me it back again. Did he steal it just to make sure that I would come back to his house again?


"I don't know." He shrugged. "But hey, at least I gave it back! I usually never do that, I always keep it or sell it." He laughed slightly, but now I was even more shocked of his comment.


"I still don't get how you just stole it from me without I even noticed. I didn't feel your hand in my pocket." He wasn't even close enough to me to sneak his hand in my pocket. Or, now that I think about it, when I looked at his family photos he was pretty close behind me..


Fucking thief.


"What can I say?" Harry grinned as if he was proud of it. "Practice makes perfect, Jenna."


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