One Direction Dirty Imagines

Unknown - Harry Styles Part 1

The door closed softly behind Katie as she kicked her shoes into the cream colored wall. Pain radiated through her lower half as her sock covered soles contacted the hardwood floor of her foyer. She leaned back onto it gently and took a deep breath, her inhale the only noise in the darkened apartment. She closed her eyes and felt the muscles in her back begin to give, spine popping sickly. Swallowing back the nausea of hearing her bones cracking, she reached back to place her palms flat against the door to propel her down the entrance.
On the off chance that Katie was surprisingly hosting a guest, they always mentioned the warmth of the apartment. It was stuffy. She liked it that way. She might’ve used the term cozy, but no one ever really asked her. 
Flipping on the light to the kitchen, she pulled open the refrigerator and frowned at the lonely apple and chocolate snack pack that sat apart on the same shelf. If someone had bothered to ever look in her refrigerator with the off chance she had a visitor, they might think she was poor. 
She kept the apartment too warm to keep the electric bill low and had no food in the refrigerator because she couldn’t afford it.
The truth was that Katie didn’t have visitors because she knew no one. She kept the apartment warm because she was never home. She had no food because she cooked all day and didn’t want to do it for herself.
Grabbing the snack pack and a spoon, she forced her legs to take her to her plush, floral print couch. Collapsing onto “the spot", she yanked the striped blanket she kept draped on the back of the couch over her legs and crossed them beneath her. Taking the remote in her hand (possibly her best friend in the world, she’d willingly admit), she turned on the television and snuggled deeply into the couch.
Passing the food channels, cooking adventures and restaurant makeovers, she stopped on an old set of cartoons and finished off her snack pack.
Katie was tired. Her limbs were tired, her eyes were tired and her brain was tired. Life was incredibly repetitive for her. Wake up before the rest of the world, get ready to avoid the world, cook for the rest of the world, come home after the rest of the world is asleep and hide from the rest of the world. It was sickeningly repetitious until she received a phone call on that lonely Thursday night.
Katie was startled awake by the harsh ringtone beside her head on the nightstand. Sitting up quickly and getting her bearings, she pulled the phone from the charger. Holding the phone close to her eyes (much like Velma “I can’t see without my glasses" Dinkley), she blinked to focus her sleep ridden gaze on the screen. The screen read UNKNOWN without a number present. Sliding her thumb across the screen, she answered it sleepily, confused at anyone but her boss Darren calling her.
"Hello?"
There was no answer on the other end and Katie pulled the phone away from her ear to look at the screen once more.
"Hello?" she asked again, her voice softer than before.
"Hello," the voice responded. The voice was deep and husky unlike any she’d ever heard before.
"Who is this?" 
There was another long pause and she could hear the man breathing. 
"It’s midnight," she said tiredly. “If this is a prank, you got me."
"Not a prank," the voice breathed out. She could’ve sworn his words were laced with an accent, words coming slowly.
"I need to sleep," she whispered, her eyes falling shut once more. She shifted in the bed and turned her head to the left, pressing the phone to her ear.
"What’s your name?" he asked.
"Katie. Why?"
"May I call you tomorrow, Katie?"
Something tingled in her belly when the deep voice spoke her name. And that tingle traveled up her throat and out her mouth as she spoke the word “yes" to the stranger. 
"Then I’ll wish you a goodnight, Katie."
The line went dead and Katie pulled the phone from her ear, tossing it onto the bed and snuggling deeply into the blanket.