Playing The Player // H.S

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SUNDAY
10:36 AM

   I woke up to multiple messages from Harry from last night.

  Harry😒:
Brooke what the hell?!

Harry😒:
Are you serious?!?

Harry😒:
Fuck you! 😡

Harry😒:
Brooke I'm sorry. Please come back.

Harry😒:
Come on! You can't just leave me hanging like this! I have a boner for Christ's sake.

Harry😒:
Brooke, fuck. We could've had a nice time. I was going to fuck your tight little-

      WOAH! Okay that's enough. I'm just going to delete that one.

   Hot virgin:
I'll never get in bed with you.

Harry😒:
We'll see about that, darling.

.....
Monday
8:15 AM

"Pssst"
I was doing my math work.
   "Shut it, Styles."

"PSSSSST"

I turned around.

     "What the hell Do you want this time?"

Harry smiles an evil smile at me.
  "Come to my house after school."

  "And why would I do that?" I scoffed.

  He looked at me with a serious face.

      "Brooke, you can't tell me you aren't the slightest bit curious what sex is like." He was right. His serious face disappeared quickly. "Admit it, you want to do me."

   But I was not going to admit anything.

   "In your dreams, Styles."

"Come to my house after school anyways."

  "For what?"
His serious face came back.
     "I don't know, just to hang out."

  "You want to hang out... with me?" I was slightly confused.

        He shrugs.
"I've got nothing going on, so yeah. Why not?"

     "Fine."

   "See you at my house, sweet-tits."

   My mouth dropped and I hit Harry. All he did was laugh at my reaction.

    "I'm just messing with you."

.....
3:14

    I was parked out front of Harry's house, debating weather to go in or not.

   *buzzzzz*

   Harry😒:
What are you waiting for, babe? Come inside.

I shoved my phone back in my pocket and exited my car.
   I let myself into Harry's house. It's much nicer looking when it's not filled with people.

   "Harry?" I called out.

       "In the living room!"

  I made my way to the living room to see a shirtless harry in sweatpants sprawled out on the couch. He is honestly a very good looking boy, but I was determined to stand my ground.

  "Take a seat, darling." Harry readjusted himself to make room for me. I took my seat on the couch with Harry.

    "So what did you have in mind for tonight?" I asked.

      "Glad you asked. I figured we could watch a movie, I'll cook some dinner, and if you still don't want to fuck I guess we could just watch another movie or something." Harry flashed a smile.
  "Charming." I said sarcastically.

      We ended up watching Narnia and I think Harry even cried when the lion died. Halfway through the movie I found myself cuddled into Harry, and I eventually fell asleep.

......
5:00

    
I woke up alone on the couch to the aroma of food. I got up and walked into the kitchen to face Harry's exposed muscular back while he was preparing something in a pan on the stove. I walked closer to him and reached out to graze his back. I just couldn't help myself.

     "You don't want to do that, hun." Harry said in a deep voice. He stopped what he was doing. I didn't stop.

   Harry quickly turned around and pinned me against the counter. He smashed his lips into mine while grinding his bottom half into my bottom half. I didn't stop him. I actually went along with it.

    I started to smell something burn.

     "Harry," I mumbled against his lips.

   "Yeah," He said between kisses.

   "I think the food is burnt."

    "SHIT!" Harry ran back over to the stove and turned it off. "Damn it."

   He threw whatever was in the pan into the garbage.

I couldn't help but giggle. Harry turned to look at me, trying to hide a smile.

     "You think this is funny?" Harry stepped closer to me. "You naughty girl."

      I stood there staring into Harry's lust filled eyes.

   "I'm going to have to punish you."

      Next thing I knew I was on Harrys bed in a heated make-out session for the third time.

     Harry stopped. It made me kind of sad.

  "Why'd you stop?" I asked him.

   "Usually right now I'd be undressing you." He said.

       I swallowed the lump in my throat.

    "I'm sorry." I said.
  Harry looks at me with wide eyes.

     "Why are you apologizing?"

"For wasting your time." I said.

       There's a sudden change in Harry's eyes. He takes my hand in his and looks at me.

   "You aren't wasting my time, I asked you to come over because I think you're cool."

There was a pause.

   And then I smashed my lips into Harry's.

   Maybe he wasn't the monster everyone made him out to be.

           Or maybe he was.