1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 25

I playfully slapped his chest and pushed away. It was amazing to me how quickly he could make me blush, or how fast his mood would change. He was one big whirlwind that was Harry Styles, and I loved the feelings I would get around him. I was obsessed with the way he made me feel.

"Oh, and Hayley," His smirk was still prominent on his face. "I'm a big fan of your new brassier by the way."

"Keep talking like that, and you'll never see it again."

"Oh I don't believe that for a second."

"Do you now?"

"Of course. You love the way I talk to you."

"I hate to be the one to inform you, but that is not the case. I recall once saying, that I will never sleep with your cocky ass."

I heard him walk behind me, and felt his large hands grip my hip bones.

"You see love, that's where you're wrong. The way your body is reacting to me, completely contradicts your argument." Harry said, and god he was right. The way I leaned into his touch, and the way goosebumps erupted on my skin was not helping my case. To make things worse, he was placing perfectly soft kisses along my neck that would make any girl's knees weak.

"Harry," I warned.

"Yes, babe?" I could feel his smirk in the crook of my neck, as I bent it further to the side to give him more access.

"It's going to take a lot more than this to get into my pants, ya know?"

"Trust me, I am fully aware. This is only the beginning darling." He slid his hands across my stomach, and I let his hands roam.

"God, you're fit." He mumbled into my hair before spinning me around to face him. I ran my hands up and down his arms, getting lost in his incredibly green eyes.

"Only the beginning?" I questioned. He answered me by kissing me passionately on the mouth. I gave his tongue easy access, before he moved his lips to my collarbone. I threw my head back in pleasure as he kissed and nipped at my skin. When he was finished he stepped back to admire his work, which resulted in a huge hickey below the base if my neck.

"You douche." I pushed him, but Harry didn't budge.

"It looks good on you." He said hungrily never taking his eye off of it. "Don't even think about covering it up either."

"I will do what I please, thank you." I challenge, knowing I was fighting a losing battle as he pulled me into his grasp once more.

"It would be a shame if I laid multiple claims on you, now wouldn't it Hayley."

"You never claimed me, Harry. You don't own me." I shot back.

"Yeah, we'll see." He retaliated, and followed it up by kissing me rhythmically. I kissed him back, because in a way, Harry claiming me as his was strangely comforting. Although, saying this, reminded me of a little thing I had meant to keep going. Harry had another thing coming for him, if he thought he could claim me.

The game has, once again, begun.

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"Goodbye Harry." I said drowning out the 'bye'. His hand held the elevator door open and he watched me saunter in. We smirked at each other as he backed away from the door.

"Goodbye Hayley." His low British voice mumbled.

As the elevator closed he bowed his head, and walked away.

I was lost. Completely lost and confused. I have no idea where Harry and I stand and it's so frustrating. I'm not his girlfriend, I know that, but what if he thinks I am? Do I talk to him about it? Well obviously, but I don't want to ruin what's happening right now. Harry is being sweet and playful, and I know one conversation can set him off.