His Bodyguard (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 8

"Harry !" I scream .

"What ?"

"Get out !"

"Um ... No thanks . I'm good here." I could feel him smirking .

"Fucking Pervertive little shit." I mumble to myself.

"I heard that !" He yells .

"Good."

"Can I ask you something ?"

"Can you wait until I'm done taking a shower ?"

"Nope"

I sigh "Okay , What do you need to ask me?"

"Do you know a girl named Brooklyn ?"

I freeze ...

Did I hear right ?

Or is my head playing tricks on me ?

"Hughes ?"

"Harry , Get out . I'm done showering "

"But -"

"Harry , now !"

The door slams shut .

my back is against the tile wall; I slide down to my knees and start to cry .

Why am I all of the sudden so fucking emotional ?

All I've done in this house is cry , cry and cry !

I've been so strong all these years; and trust me , all the problems I went through are fucking full of pain.

I get up and turn off the water . i wrap a towel around me and walk out to my room. Harry is there , sitting on my bed.

"Get out , I need to change "

"I wouldn't mind watching." he winks .

"But i would. so would you please walk out this room with those long legs that God gave you ?"

"Why does everyone keep on saying I have long legs ?! i don't have long legs !"

"Hate to break it to you but you kinda do." I chuckle.

he frowns.

"Can you go now ? I need to change ."

His frown now gone and a damn smirk forming in his face he says

"Nope , I would like to stay here."

he walks closer to me . I try to back away but my back touches the bathroom door. Damn .

He's leaning on the door with his arms so I am right in front of him. he gets closer.

"Don't be scared love," he whispers in my ear , One of his hands has found its way to the little fold that is holding the towel in place. "I won't hurt you."

He looks at me with those beautiful emerald eyes.

I am tempted to kiss his amazing lips ; they are so full , so rosy. They look so soft and perfect and -

Okay ! I need to snap out of it.

I Fake smile at him like I'm actually going to allow this . with a swift move I grab his arm , twist it and pin it to his back.

"Don't play with me Harry Styles. Not a very wise choice." I whisper in his ear.

He gasps in pain "You fiesty little thing," he starts . I twist his arm more and he Cringes more but that stupid smirk is still there "But I love women like that . So sexy."