The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Nine - Off Guard

Chapter Nine - Off Guard 

      Harry and I lay entwined in my bed, not speaking. He stoked my hair gently as I drew circles on his bare chest with my finger tips, watching it rise and fall as he breathed. No, we did not have sex. I just kind of made it my job to remove his shirt whenever we were making out. I slowly traced the outlines of his abs, his pecks, his stunning v-cut. I felt him smirking. 

      "What?" I whispered, still fully focused on his abs. 

       "Why do you like me so much, Char?" he asked in his sexy, sleepy voice. I almost wet my pants just hearing him speak. He did catch me a bit off guard, though. I lifted my head and turned to face him, my eyebrows furrowed. 

      "What kind of a question is that?" I demanded. He cracked a smile, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, licking his pink lips. 

      "I just want to know, is all." he answered, his eyes glistening. I sighed then shrugged. 

      "I don't know. You're just...oh, I don't know, perfect? You're caring, you're kind, you're funny, you're an amazing kisser," He smirked, his nose scrunching up. "You're everything a girl could ask for." He gently stroked my cheek, grinning when it turned red at his touch. I hated that affect he had on me. Blushing was my weakness. 

      "Thank you, love," he whispered. I smiled as he took my face in his hand, slightly grinning as he leaned in and kissed me. We broke a part for about two seconds as he grinned even more before I slammed my lips on his. I ran my fingers through his curly hair, slowly sitting up and straddling him. He ran his fingers gently over my arms and up through the back of my shirt, creating goosebumps all over my skin. Just when we were getting to the good part, my door flew open.

       "WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!" Vic cried, covering his eyes. I quickly jumped off of Harry who grabbed the blanket to cover his bare chest.

       "VIC, WHAT THE HELL?!"

       "Ahh, damn it. I just wanted to tell you that the other boys are outside waiting for you. What the hell are you doing?!" he asked as I squirmed to put my shorts on, hopping around on one foot.

      "We weren't doing anything, pops. I was just kinda hot..." I lied, rubbing my hands on my thighs. Vic raised an eyebrow.

      "I wonder why..." he muttered.

      "Get out!" I yelled.

      "Alright, alright, I'm gone! Make sure he's out by ten!" Vic shouted, slamming my door shut and disappearing down the stairs. I glanced at the clock; it was already 10:45. Vic was so oblivious sometimes.

      "I should get going," Harry said, sliding off of my bed and grabbing his shirt off of the floor. I watched him get dressed, nervously chewing on my thumb. As he slipped his head through the hole of his shirt, he spotted me staring. A cocky smile formed on his lips.

      "What?" he asked teasingly. I shook my head, attempting to escape my trance.

      "I wish you didn't have to leave. Stupid Vic.." I murmured. Harry smiled and walked over to me, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me in closer.

      "You know I'd have to leave anyway, babe. The lads are waiting for me,"

      "Not fair. They've had you for, like, ever. It's my turn now," I pouted. He grinned as I swung my arms around his neck. He leaned down and kissed me again, pulling my waist closer to his. I played with the curls on the back of his head when my door swung open again.