Playboy | Mature Harry Styles

Chapter 3

"Whoa, whoa. What are you dressing up for?" I asked Melanie once I stepped in the bedroom where she was standing in a beautiful red dress, fixing her hair.


"A date with James." She smiled and sprayed perfume all over her. "We're having dinner on a very expensive restaurant." She spoke and I rolled my eyes without her seeing it. Her boyfriend is rich, of course.


"How lovely." I smiled, sounding excited for her - but I didn't really give a fuck, to be honest. Since she started dating James, she has become more like a grown lady than just a girl who wants to have fun, like me.


"I know, right? I can't wait, I haven't seen him in such a long time." She kept talking as I got a message on my phone from... guess who?


From: Harry
you busy ??


All I could hear was Mellie's voice that kept talking without I was listening. I bit my lip, thinking whether to reply Harry or not. Maybe it was best not to reply him..


"When are you coming home?" I asked her in the middle of her talking. She shrugged.


"Maybe late tonight first. Now that James is back I want to spend some time with him." She winked, making me chuckle.


To: Harry
maybe.


"Oh my god, I have to go now! Jenna, please make sure that you lock the door when you leave." Her eyes buried into mine, hitting me with seriousness as I nodded clearly.


"It was an accident! It won't happen again." I told her and she mumbled a 'good' as she grabbed her purse and keys.


"I'll see you later, babe." She gave me a quick hug before storming out of the door, leaving me with another message from Harry.


From: Harry
move your ass over here :)


To: Harry
youre not my boss. you can move your fat ass over here .


I chuckled and turned on the tv, deciding to be lazy for the rest of the day because that's what I am best at. Harry didn't answer me last text, but only thirteen minutes later someone was knocking on the door.


The first thought that came to me was, that it probably was Melanie who forgot something. But it's almost twenty minutes since she left, besides that she has a key - why would she knock?


The second thought that came to me was Harry. And I was right - when I opened the door, a curly-haired dude stood in front of me. I was surprised and shocked at the same time.


"Unbelievable." Was all that left my mouth as I stared at him. And of course, he had a silly smirk on his face - which didn't surprise me.


"You told me to come over here." He grinned and pushed me aside. "Where's your roomie?"


"Not here, obviously." I took a deep breathe and followed Harry who just walked into the living room. "Harry." I called after him.


"Yeess?" He moaned and winked at me.


"What do you think you're doing?" I asked him in gravity.


"Chillin' - wanna join me? I've got a free seat right here." He pointed to his lap. "Come sit, darlin'."


I don't think I've been so serious for a long time. I didn't want the boy here and he clearly didn't understand that. I was trying, really trying to get it clear for him that he should get out - but it's like Harry is in his own little world. He doesn't hear anything he doesn't want to hear.


"And what if I say no?" I teased him, a smirk slowly sneaking on my face.


"I don't accept any no's. You better do as I say, Jenna." He grinned and started biting his lip seductively, and I swear it looked fucking hot.


"Never gonna happen." I smiled and went to the kitchen, leaving Harry alone on the couch.


"Jenna! Get back here!" I heard him yell at me which only made me grin as I opened the fridge, in search for something to drink. Not long after, Harry entered the room.


"You're really not good at listening." He hissed at me and I started laughing as I grabbed the champagne in the fridge.


"But isn't it me who's the adult here?" I teased once again which made him roll his eyes at me. "That's right, kid."


The champagne made a 'pop' as I pulled off the cap, along with Harry's body pressing against mine behind me. His breath hot on my neck while his hands grabbed my hips, and his crotch literally pressed against my ass. I was just about to moan out.


"Champagne?" Harry whispered in my ear and pressed his body up behind me even harder. "Someone's really classy, huh?"


"Who said this is for you too?" I laughed softly, turning my head to the side to face him. His lips were only a few inches away from mine. "Aren't you a bit too young for drinking?"


He let out a chuckle before shaking his head. "Who cares about the age?"


I poured the champagne into two glasses as Harry's arms sneaked around my waist, really tight but comfortably. What surprised me was, that I actually didn't mind it at all.


"Cheers?" I held one of the glasses in the air as Harry took the other one.


"Cheers for what?" He asked quickly and I shrugged. "Okay - cheers for us. For being friends and caring about each other."


"God, shut up." I laughed. "Alright. Cheers for.. us - for not being strangers anymore."


"We never were." He mumbled quietly. "Anyway. Cheers!"


The edges of our glasses met each other before Harry poured all the liquid down his throat, as if it was vodka. I laughed slightly at him. The boy didn't even get the chance to taste it properly.


"So we're being romantic before we bang?" Harry asked.


"Who sad anything about banging?" I grinned and sipped of my own glass.


"I will get my second round." Harry spoke as his eyes buried into mine. He leaned closer to me, his lips almost touching my ear. "Whether you like it or not." He whispered while his hand sneaked up my inner thigh.


I bit my lip - yes, I was actually getting nervous. Harry is really hot, and holy shit - when his voice gets all deep and husky, and he smirks at me like that, my heart starts beating pretty fast.


"Face it, beautiful," Harry leaned back and smirked with his arms crossed on his chest. "I always get what I want."


"Sure you do." I rolled my eyes as Harry pulled up a cigarette pack.


"You don't mind?" He asked and I shook my head.


"Mind what?"


"If I smoke.. here?" He opened the Marlboro and pulled out a cigarette.


"I don't care, it's not my apartment." I shrugged while grinning.


"Fair enough." Harry laughed and put the cigarette between his lips before he lit it with a red lighter from the same packet. "You want one?"


I shook my head. "I've quit smoking." I smiled proudly as Harry exhaled.


"Right, sorry." He apologized and took another drag, filling the whole kitchen with smoke. "She won't mind?"


"Who, Mellie? No - I don't think so."


"Mellie? That's her name? Sounds like a name for a fuckin' dog." Harry chuckled.


"Don't judge me! I gave her that nickname when we were five." I grinned. Back then, I couldn't pronunciation 'Melanie' so I started calling her Mellie instead - which I've did since then now.


"Cute." Harry smiled with his gorgeous dimples showing while using his glass as an ashtray.


I watched Harry as he smoked his cigarette before asking him a question that just flew out of my mouth, "are you gay?"


Harry froze and looked up at me in shock before he laughed. "No, I'm not. I just fucked you last week, how can I be gay?"


"I don't know, I was just curious. Maybe you was one of those gays who become bisexual when they're drunk." I shrugged and grinned.


"First of all, I wasn't drunk that night." He pointed out. "And no, I'm not gay. I've had one gay experience, but that's all." He laughed lightly.


"A gay experience?" I asked surprised. "Like what, did you fuck his ass?"


"God, no. I let him suck me off, that was all." Harry told me, and I froze immediately. I didn't know whether to laugh or not.


"You're sure you aren't gay?"


"Yes! Oh my god, Jenna. Of course I'm not." He laughed. "Pussy is my favourite thing." He winked at me.


"Right." I mumbled. I shouldn't have asked him about it in the first place, now I was scared that I'd let a freak into my apartment.


"Why were you asking? Do I look gay?" He asked me rather worried.


"No, no! Absolutely not. You just.. have a really pretty mouth for a straight person." I told him. Honestly, it wasn't because of his mouth - it was just a question that came to my mind.


"Well, then.." He smirked. "I can do pretty good things with my mouth. I can show you right now-"


"Harry, just stop it." I laughed.


"It was worth a try." He winked. "I wasn't just talking about using it between your legs - but on your lips, too."


"You're really charming." I grinned. "But I don't think so."


"I'm charming?" He asked with wide eyes and looked kind of happy. "From now on, I will use my charm on you."

I rolled my eyes, and couldn't help but smile. He was adorable.


~*~


"I'm home!" Melanie yelled as soon as she stepped inside. "Why does it smell of smoke in here?"


"Hey! Uhm.." I tried to find something to say, but I had nothing.


"Have you been smoking again?" She asked me with a worried look on her face.


"No, it was a friend, he just-"


"He?" She asked surprised. "Oh my god! Are you dating someone behind my back?"


"No, fuck. He's just a friend, as I said-"


"Shut it, I know you can't have any boys as friends without fucking them secretly." She raised her eyebrow.


"God, you make me sound like a whore." I spoke quietly. "I haven't fucked him, I swear."


"Sure." She winked. "A boyfriend would be good for you. You need one."


"I don't mind being single. I can get drunk and not care about who I end up bangin'." I smiled. "I don't need a guy in my life to tell me how I shouldn't look at other guys when I'm out."


"True." She agreed. "But it's nice to have someone who cares about what you're doing all the time. And sex with feelings is the best." Melanie told me as she removed her makeup.


"Yeah." I mumbled, not really caring about her opinion - I didn't want to sound rude, I'm just not that type of person who likes sex with feelings.


"Uh, you got a message." I heard Melanie say as she picked up my phone. "It's from.. Harry." She read and looked up at me.


"Oh." I spoke and was about to get my phone from her, but she moved her hand so that I couldn't. "Wha..?"


"Harry? Is it him who was here?" She asked, sounding pissed of it.


"Yes." I hesitated, not seeing why it was such a problem. "Will you give me my phone back?" I asked harshly. She has no right to take my personal stuff away like that.


"Don't fucking talk to him." She hissed and looked at me in disgust.


"No- why? Fuck, it's none of your business who I talk with!" I grabbed her wrist and pulled my phone out of her hand.


"Jenna, I'm serious- for your own best, stay away from him."


"You don't even know him-"


"You don't know him either!" She cut me off and yelled.


"No. But I know him better than you do." I told her. "And he's not that bad."


"Why was he here today? Wait- was it him that made my whole apartment smell of smoke?" She asked, looking like she was about to vomit.


"What's the problem? You didn't mind it when I smoked."


This is one of the reasons why I want my own apartment - I can do what the fuck I want. Living in your best friend's apartment is frustrating sometimes.


"That was you. I don't want some fucked up kid smoking in my fuckin' apartment!" She yelled and ended the discussion as she went to the bathroom.


I stood alone with my phone in my hand and looked down at the message that started our fighting. Melanie had already opened it and probably she had read it too.


From: Harry
mind if I join you again tomorrow, beautiful? x


I shook my head as I smiled. He was incredible - once you have a conversation with him, he won't leave you alone.


And I knew that Melanie would get mad at me again very soon - because I wouldn't stay away from him just because she told me to. Actually, it made me want to be around him even more; just to annoy her.


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