He stepped on my face | H.S. × C.S.

10.

You can read this again if you skipped the smut, it's safe :)

When we are dressed again we just talked, about what just happened and what to do now. Maybe it was a mistake, but it felt right. I don't know how to explain it. "What are we?" I ask Harry. "I don't know..." Cayla walks in the room, "hey." "Hey," I say. "Did I ruin things? Do I need to leave still?" "Please," Harry says. "I'll text you when you can come back, okay?" She nods.

She goes away again. "Do you want to go on a date? Tomorrow or when you are free?", Harry asks. I nod, "yeah sure, but I'll leave soon though..." He looks down and nods. After a while he looks at me again, "when?" "Monday." "Oh okay.." "I'll leave at 7 pm. I need to be there at 5." "Oh... But we still have tomorrow right?" "Yeah." "Then we'll do things tomorrow." "All day?" He nods. "I- I don't know. Cayla and I want to do some things too."

"Okay let's do something in the morning or at night", Harry says. "Sure. Or both. I don't mind." "I'll pick you up, tomorrow at 6 am. We'll eat something and I keep the rest a suprise." I smile, "sure. Sounds good." "Great." He checks his phone, "I got to go now though. I'll see you tomorrow." "See you tomorrow." He gives me a kiss on my cheek before leaving the room.

What the fuck just happened. I shared the same bed with Harry and now we are going on a date. I text Cayla she needs to come back and she replies right away that she's on her way. I start to think.

What if Harry just used? That I am just another girl who he sleeps with, just for sex? Am I seriously that stupid? Why did I even do it in the 1st place? My eyes start to fill with tears. He asked me on a date, what if he isn't going to show up? I feel like a hoe... No wait, a slut. But hey: at least I did it with Harry Styles.

Cayla walks into the room, "how'd it go?" I don't reply and just look at her. "Are you okay? How'd it go?" She sits down next to me and hugs me. "I feel like a slut," I mump. "What did you?" I start to explain everything to her.

"Oh my god," Cayla says, "what the hell. I have no words to say." "I feel so bad," I mump. "Don't feel bad. He isn't going to drop you I think. He asked you on a date. So he wants more than sex," she says. "What if he doesn't?" "Ask him tomorrow. Let's grab some dinner now okay? Maybe watch The Office of Vines later?" "Sure..." She gets up, "let's go."

We get ready and go out for dinner. When we're done we go back to the hotel and watch some vines and later the Office.

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Oh well...
I think we're kind of halfway in the story