change- h.s.

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Here I was, laying on top of my bed, Calum hovering over me, lips attached to my neck, kissing it sloppily. I just stared at the ceiling, letting out fake moans to make him feel better about himself.

"Emma" He moaned, looking at me. I just smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You're so good" Calum smiled back, giving me a quick peck on my lips.

"We haven't even slept together" I laughed.

"Doesn't mean we can't" He pointed out, his lips now  lowering to my chest.

"Cal" I warned, his head snapping up.

"Ugh, I can't even pleasure you?" He groaned, pulling away from me completely.

"No, I already told you that" I said, scooting closer towards him.

"I already know about your dumbass requirements and I fit all of them" He whined, placing his hand on my thigh.

"I care about you, I'm cute, and I've already had sex" He chuckled, kissing my neck again. I just ignored him and looked at the clock.

"Come on baby, let me at least see your tits" Calum pleaded once more.

"Cal, go" I snapped, getting up. Suddenly not wanting him here anymore.

"What? I didn-"

"I said go Calum" I rolled my eyes, walking over to the window and opening it.

"I'm sorry if I upset you Emma" He sighed, kissing my forehead before climbing out the window.

He always did this. We would make out, me stating that that's all I wanted, then he'd beg for more and I'd get pissed. It was already ten o'clock anyways and it was a Thursday night, I had school.

As I was getting ready for bed a text interrupted my routine.

Harry Styles:

Hey, you doing well?

The text made me smile, it made me feel good that someone was thinking of me in a nice way.

Emma:

yes :)

Harry Styles:

Remember what I said about parties, little one.

Emma: im not that little :(

Harry Styles:

Okay, darling. Sleep tight.

So that weekend I did as told. Kelly invited me to a party and as tempting as it was to say yes and go out and get drunk, I knew it was better if I called Harry.

"Hello?" His deep voice answered, making me nervous.

"Hi, Harry" I sighed through the phone.

"Emma! Whats up?"

"I got invited to a party and now I need plans" I told him honestly.

"Ahh so you listened to me!" He exclaimed through phone, causing a giggle to slip through my lips.

"Yes Harry, yes I did"

"Alright cutie, I'm headed that way"

"Thank you"

"Wear something comfy"

And once again, I did as I was told, slipping into some leggings and a large baby blue t-shirt.

"Hey dad" I greeted with pleading eyes. I knew he thought differently of me than my mother did. He knew I didn't sleep around, he knew I was a good kid and that I did normal teenage things. If you consider hanging out with a celebrity eight years older than you normal.