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

Chapter Seventeen - Third Scare

Chapter Seventeen - Third Scare

     "Charlotte! Get down here!" I groaned, rubbing my eyes. I winced as I sat up in my bed and threw the covers off. Then, I gasped. On the floor was a shirt and a pair of pants...that weren't mine. I spun around to face my bed and spotted Harry snoring. I choked on my spit, coughing loudly and waking him up. 

     "Char? What's going on?" he groaned. 

      "What the hell are you doing in my bed?!" I whispered loudly.

      "What are you talking about? You told me you wanted me to sleep with you..." Harry murmured, his voice thick with sleep. I, on the other hand, was wide awake. I threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top.

      "We didn't...like...you know...did we?" I asked, nervously braiding my hair. Harry chuckled, rubbing his eyes. 

       "No...at least, not that I remember of." He grinned cheekily at me as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Did you want to?"

      "Are you out of your mind?" I demanded, slapping his arm. He laughed and grabbed my arm gently, tugging me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his own around my waist. I leaned down, kissing him gently on the lips.

      "CHARLOTTE!" Vic hollered. I groaned, pulling away from Harry.

      "Hold on!" I shouted back. I turned back to Harry who was smiling warmly at me. He kissed me on the nose and then moved a strand of hair out of my face. 

      "You know, you never answered my question." he murmured, staring deeply into my eyes. I sighed, leaning forward, kissing him deeply. His hands found their way to the small of my back and I sat on his lap. I played with the curls on the back of his head and felt him chuckle. A deep rumbling sound rose from the back of his throat.. I pulled back, grinning.

      "Why? Why do you always do this to me?" he groaned. 

      "Its really funny," I said, trying to stifle my laughter.

      "It's really cruel," he said. I smiled, pecking at his lips playfully.

      "CHARLOTTE, IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN HERE NOW, I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY, I WILL---" 

      "GOD DAMN IT, VICTOR, GIVE ME A MINUTE," I screamed. I got off of Harry's lap and tossed him his shirt and pants.

      "Well, this was fun, we should do it again..." he muttered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.

      "How are you getting home?" I asked. Harry looked up at me, his pants half-way on. 

      "I live right down the beach..." he said, confused. I shook my head, mentally slapping myself.

      "Right, yeah, I knew that." I said. Harry cleared his throat and walked up to me, putting his hands on either side of my face, kissing my yearningly.

       "Next time, my place," he whispered. 

      "It's a date," I said. He kissed my forehead, grabbed his blazer, and ran towards the window. Nervously, he looked down at the ground below before spinning back to stare at me.

      "You couldn't sneak me out on a lower level of the house, could you?" he asked, gulping. I laughed and shook my head.

      "Nope. Gonna have to climb out like I did, big boy.." I said, slapping his butt as he began climbing out the window. 

      "Oh thank God, Liam and Zayn are waiting for me." Harry said, giving a brief wave to Liam and Zayn who were in a sleek black Ferrari. The car totally blended in with the surroundings. Everyone drove Ferrari's in Long Beach! Not.