1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 21

{Hayley POV}

After the recording session, Harry insisted on taking me home, even though I tried to convince him I was perfectly capable on getting there myself.
"I don't want you to get spotted." I nagged him.
Then he gave me the look. The look where I know he won't budge, and that he's made his final decision. And no matter how hard I try, I won't be able to change his mind.
I hated the look.
"Fine." I gave in, turning away from him. "But, if I wake up tomorrow morning with twenty reporters outside my building, you'll be getting more than a punch in the arm."
The truth was, I needed to go home by myself. I needed time alone, where I could think and where Harry's green eyes won't be burning holes into me at all times. As soon as we'd get there, I'd find an excuse for him to leave. I have a fifteen minute car ride to figure one out.
When we pulled up, he got out of the car with me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, afraid of what he'd say next.
"Coming up with you." he stated cluelessly. Please, Harry for once take a hint.
"No, no. It's okay, I'll be fine. Go hang out with your mates, I've been hogging you lately." I'm trying as hard as I can to be polite, and act like nothing's wrong, but it's beginning to be too much.
"I've got all tour to be with them, Hayley. They'll be fine. Plus, I wanna be with you." He smiled his perfectly dimpled smile, and I realized how terribly impossible it was to say no to this boy.
When we got up to my apartment, I immediately went to the kitchen and started to unload the dishwasher.
"Hayley, love tell me what's on your mind. You've been acting weird all day." I avoided eye-contact because I know one look at him, and I'd tell him everything. Stay strong Hayley.
"Honestly Harry, I'm fine. How many times do I have to tell you?" I say casually. His demeanor doesn't change, so I know he's not buying it.
"Hayley, please. If this is about what happened today and what Louis said then-"
"What did Louis say?" Looking up at him.
"Today when you were leaving. About no sex in the apartment?" he muttered quizzically.
"Harry this is not about our sex life." I practically laugh to hide how uncomfortable I am. He thought this was about sex?
"Then what is it about?" Harry yells with a thick accent filled with frustration. "Its definitely not about that." I say back while stacking plates into my cupboard.
"Well you've made it quite clear that it's not about nothing, so dammit Hayley tell me what it is." He staring at me pissed off, and I return the look.
"You're not weirded out by any of this?" I instigate, trying to make him realize it without me saying it out loud. I'm a coward.
"Any of what?" He's clueless. Great.
"I'm afraid Harry! Dammit, I'm afraid." I admit covering my face with my hands, so I won't have to look him in the eyes. I feel his arms wrap around me, and I hug him back, grateful for his warm embrace. It calms my nerves, as I take in his familiar scent.
"I told you I won't ever hurt you, Hayley. That's a promise."
I push him back with force, in the brink of tears. "This isn't about you hurting me, Harry! This is about me losing you for good. I can't handle that, and you know it. I'm sick of being alone, and if this doesn't work out-" I'm flustered, and I'm doing all I can to gain my self control back.
"You won't lose me, love. I'll always be here." His stare is so sincere, but he can't see the reality of our situation. He plants a tender kiss on my lips, but I pull away.
"You can't keep kissing me, Harry. I can't think straight."
"You what?" he's smiling. Is he kidding? Tell me he's joking. I'm trying to have a serious conversation with him, and he's turning into a 13 year old boy.
"You're kidding? Please tell me you're kidding."
"I don't know what you mean." He shrugs with a smug smile. "Other than the fact that you can't think straight around me because all you can think about is fucking me."
"Excuse you. I'm not interested in sleeping with your cocky ass." I stammer because I'm shocked with his language, and I want to chip away at his pride.
"You are so infatuated with me, that even my touch makes you go crazy." I couldn't help but notice how his voice got deeper as he spoke. Or that his eyes became a complete darker shade of green, and that our bodies were inches from each other; radiating heat.
"My touch, my kiss," he paused. My eyes fluttered close as his fingers ran up my arms. "My voice," He almost whispers his words and my eyes fly open. We are so close, I can see each individual eyelash that frames his magnificent green ovals. His words have me in a frenzy, and I don't think I can control myself any longer. I hate how quickly he can do this to me. How quickly he can change the mood in the room.
"Harry." I warn, but I'm silently begging for him to kiss me. To have all of me. To let me feel his touch. He smirked at me, his fingers stopping their movements.
"But you even said yourself, this is not about sex."
"No sex." I agreed. Pissed that I agreed. He brushed my hair to my shoulder, so the side of my neck was exposed. He brought his hands to trail my neck, sending goosebumps down my body.
This is why he was not allowed to touch me. Because all my common sense and self control vanished into thin air.
"No sex." He repeated and backed away from me. Heading toward the elevator. I was frozen. He was leaving?
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" I exclaimed at the infuriatingly sexy man in my apartment.
"It's not very lady-like to curse." He retaliated not looking back at me. He was still waiting for the elevator, so I took it as my chance to stop him.
"Dammit Harry. Where the hell do you think you're going?" Ignoring his remark. I stepped between him and the door, and he smirked down at me. His eyes trailed my body head to toe, biting his lip the smirk never left his face. I raised an eyebrow at him, making him talk. The elevator dinged right as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"You're the one not interested in having sex with me." He winked at me and stepped into the elevator. He was in control. "Or would you like to say something to change my mind?"
Was he kidding? I was the one freaking out over our relationship, then he goes and seduces me, and leaves? No way in hell.
Lucky for me, I just managed to slip my hand into his back pocket and retrieve a little gift. A gift I know he'll end up coming back up here for.
" I think I'll be okay." I remark, right as the elevator was about to make me disappear from his line of sight. I crossed my arms waving his cell phone between my fingers, but when he tried to stop the doors it was too late.
I was now in control.
I called the front desk downstairs with my phone, telling them not to let any visitors up for the rest of the night.
Harry Styles would learn his lesson. Without his phone, of course.
I called Liam to have him pick up Harry, because I didn't want him stranded at my building all night. Mainly I didn't want him here when I left for work tomorrow morning.
I needed to figure out a way to get Harry back. Who could I talk to about this? I know exactly who could help me.
Before I knew it I was dialing Eleanor's number, waiting for to pick up. When she answered, I told her what had happened and she was amused at my situation.
"So you two haven't slept together yet?" she questioned me.
"No, of course not. I had no idea he felt this way about me until last night." I explained to her.
"Well do what he did to you."
"What do you mean?"
"He purposely turned you on, then left you hanging to torture you. Want to know what I would do to Louis if he ever did that to me?"
"Enlighten me."
"Do exactly what he did, but frequently. You need to take the upper hand, and make him know he can't mess with you like that. Put yourself in situations, where he will not be able to resist you. Then walk out like you've done nothing wrong." She finishes and I'm trying to register what she's told me to do.
"So you're saying, I 'seduce' him, then completely leave him hanging? And do this multiple times?" I clarify. If that's what she was getting at, then she's a completely genius.
"That's exactly what I'm saying, but if he catches on; this was not my idea."
"Eleanor, you are brilliant."
Harry Styles was in for it, and god I was excited.

{A/N: I honestly love Harry and Hayley's relationship because they are so funny together. They mess with each other all the time and I love it. Tell me what you guys think about Hayley's plan to get back at Harry! and please vote and comment!! Xoxox ily}