𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 {𝐇.𝐒}

.XXII.

"Hey babe, wake up." Zayn kisses me on my lips and my eyes flutter open.

"That was a great nap." I yawn out as I sit up and stretch my arms out. Zayn gets up from the bed in his plaid pajama pants and no shirt on, stretching out his arms.

"Tell me about it. And do you have any idea what time it is?" He questions me and I look up at him.

"I dunno, 7:45 or something?"

"Baby, it's midnight." He tells me, and I gasp as I push the covers off my body and spring up from the bed.

"Goddammit Harry is gonna kill me! Why didn't you wake me up Z?! Now I'm gonna be-"

"Woah there calm down," Zayn gently grabs my shoulders and holds me in place to stop me from spazzing out. "He called and I told him you fell asleep over here. It's all good."

I sigh in relief and give Zayn a hug, and he kisses the top of my head.

"So, wanna go back to sleep?" He asks, and I step back and look at him sideways.

"Nigga you the one who woke me up from my sleep."

The next day

"Bri, you know it's a school night. No staying over at people's houses-"

"On a weekday. I know, but-" I try to reason with him, but he stops me.

"Aht, aht, ahtttt, school night. Especially not Zayn's." He smirks, and it annoys me so much that I want to punch him in the face.

"Haz stop it!"

"Stop what?" He asks, and I roll my eyes.

"You know exactly what you're doing!" I get frustrated and tug on my hair.

"I have absolutely no idea." He smiles, and I grab a pillow and scream into it.

"Harry Edward Styles, you're pissing me off. You're acting this way because you don't want me to fall deeper into my relationship with Zayn, that's exactly what you're doing!" I call him out, and he doesn't flinch one bit.

"Maybe that's not the case. I probably am actually looking out for you as a guardian would do and I have rules in this household, and I don't think that you should stay the night at your boyfriend's place on a school night. Simple as that." He shrugs, and leaves the couch to go to the kitchen.

"Oh really? Cause before you told me about how you feel about me, you didn't give a flying fuck about if I crashed over his place at night." I tell him as I sit on my knees on the cushion of the couch, facing my body towards his back.

He turns around and raises and eyebrow at me, saying "Watch it with your mouth."

"And? You're pissing me off right now."

I guess Harry had enough because he sighed and closed he refrigerator door and walked back into the living room.

"Brianna, go in your room." He tells me, and shake my head no. "Excuse me?"

"I'm not going."

That's all it took for him to grab my arms and hoist me over his shoulder, and he was already heading up the stairs.

"Hey, stop it!" I shouted as my body dangled from over his shoulder, my hand pounding onto this back.

"Listen, you're only making this worse." He grunts, and I scoff.

"What the fuck do you mean about making it worse?" I ask him, and I can hear the vibration of him chuckling coming from his throat, shaking his back as we reached his room.

"Oh you'll see. Now didn't I tell you not to curse?" He tells me, and smacks my ass before setting me down on my bed.

"Yeah, But-"

"There aren't no buts allowed in this conversation other than how red yours is gonna be. Now," Harry sits down beside me and pats his knee, giving me a sinister smirk. "Take a seat on daddy's lap."