Hot (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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           “Are you sure we’re allowed to be here?” I asked Harry in my best whisper.

            “Of course,” he whispered back. I rolled my eyes.

            “Seriously?”

            “No. Probably not,” he admitted, tossing me a grin before traipsing forward. He disappeared into the darkness and I sighed before following. It was the day after our time at the pier and Harry insisted I come with him to the field he practiced soccer at.

            “Harry?”

            I could not see anything. I blindly groped the air with my hands, trying to find something to hold onto. I ran into Harry’s back and roughly hung onto the thin material of his shirt.

            “Jesus Aria, you all right?” he muttered. I could feel him moving around, fumbling for something.

            “I’d be better if I could freaking see,” I said. I felt Harry laugh and heard a click just before all the lights to the soccer pitch at came on.

            “Are you going to tell me why we are here in your practice field? In the middle of the night?” I asked.

            “It’s only nine,” Harry replied, turning to face me. His hands were looped around my shoulders and he held me close.

            “Harry,” I warned. I was worried about getting in trouble. Big trouble. This could not be legal. I did not want to get kicked out of school before it had even started.

            “Ok ok,” Harry said. He paused, watching me for a moment with a smile on his face.

            “Have I told you that you look beautiful?” he asked. I raised my eyebrows; he was clearly avoiding the question but I played along.   

            “Even in my running shorts and messy ponytail?” I questioned, widening my eyes in mock surprise.

            “Of course, even then,” Harry said rolling his eyes.

            “Harry? What the hell are we do-“

            Harry cut me off with a kiss. For a moment I tried pulling back but when I heard him moan, my insides melted and I tugged him closer. He pushed against me and starting walking me backwards. My lips left his and started kissing his neck.

            “Aria,” Harry rasped. His fingers tightened around my waist and he wrenched himself back. His breath was heavy and he was watching me through darkened eyes.

            “Harry,” I said.

            “We should go,” he replied.

            “Thank you!” I sighed, “that’s what I’ve been trying to-“

            “No. No, I mean we should go on the pitch,” he clarified.

            “What? Why?”

            Harry was silent for a moment and leaned in towards me. His forehead touched mine and his eyes shut before opening.

            “I swear I’ll take you right now if we don’t go out to the pitch,” he said in a low voice.

            “And if I said yes?” I replied. I did not know where my sudden bravery came from; I wondered if he would follow through with his words.