drift • harry styles

Chapter 8

I suddenly woke up screaming. I just had a dream of Zayn kidnapping me. Holy shit!

I was breathing hard. I ran my hands on my face and tried to calm down but I couldn’t.

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?”

I felt a hand on my shoulder and when I looked up to see who it was, my mouth dropped open in a perfect ‘O’ shape and my eyes widened in disbelief.

“Harry?!” I almost shouted his name.

“Is something wrong? Please tell me.” His eyes were blazing in concern. He sat up and my breath hitched he was shirtless but since it was dark and the only light was coming from outside the window covered by a dark blue curtain, I still couldn’t see his tattoos clearly.

He’s not shirtless! He’s fucking naked!  My inner thought yelled at me.

I blinked disbelievingly at him then I looked down at my body if I was wearing a shirt or not. I yelped I wasn’t wearing one! I quickly pulled the duvet up to cover my upper body.

Shit!

“Where am I?” I asked as my heart began to beat wildly in my chest because I couldn’t remember a single thing and the fact that I was naked with this Adonis that I had just met and he too was probably naked beside me. I didn’t know what to do or think anymore!

“My bedroom” He answered matter-of-factly. He ran his hand over his. . . I think . . . just fucked hair and I felt every muscle deep in my belly clenched.

“What the hell am I doing here?!” I asked nervously and moving away from him. “Why am I naked and why are you naked as well?!”

He furrowed his brows, “You didn’t remember anything that had happened between us last night?”

My eyes widened once again and I felt the anger rushed through my veins, “What are you talking about! This is not funny, Harry!”

He looked hurt and ashen for a while before sighing deeply.

“What happened?!” I repeated through gritted teeth.

“You really don’t remember?” He looked up to meet my eyes and I almost squirmed.

Oh god his look is so fucking hot!

I shook my head from left to right to break our eye contact and bit my lower lip instinctively.

“Should I tell you what happened or should I just show it to you?”

I looked up at him with my eyes wide opened.

He wants to show it to you! My inner thought was jumping up and down as she clapped her hands like a little kid.

There was a salacious smile playing across his lips as he slowly moved closer to me.

I stopped breathing. He was so close now and I could feel my insides twirl in what? Excitement because he wanted to show what had happened between us even though I already knew what it was?

“Look at me,” He ordered. His raspy voice sent electricity down my spine. And it was just his voice!

I looked up at him through my lashes and I heard his breath hitched. His lips were parted and he was looking at me with his eyes wide full of amusement and desire. 

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip slowly, teasing me.

Then I was surprised when he pulled me onto him claiming my lips. He was kissing me hard and I could feel his tongue expertly invading my mouth.