The Host Guy

14th Chapter

Harry's POV

"I'll let you guys talk,"  Mrs.Jackson said as she looked behind her, facing the puffy and sobbing Emily and before leaving she set a kiss on Em's forehead.

"So, now I-I am slu-ut?" she stuttered and entered in my bedroom. She was broken, anyone could tell just from how she looked.

"Em, you aren't!" I assured her.

"How? How could this happen? I don't even remember what happened on my party," she yelled and I quickly stood up from my sit. "Why did I drink? Why?"

"Em, calm down! Relax, you aren't one," I put my arms on her back, making circles with my hands, trying to comfort her.

"Bu-ut y-you don't now tha-t-t,'" she kept stuttering while her tears rolled down her face and I wiped them away,  pulled her onto my chest and noticed that she was shaking.

"I-I-," she started talking but I interrupted her.

"Shh. Relax," I said. A little of silence remained on the room and the only thing we could ear was her sobbing. "Don't cry anymore, there are good news."

"Good news, Harry? You are kidding, aren't you? Everyone thinks I'm a slut, everyone!" she shouted angrily and before she could turn around and go away, I pressed her more onto me. "There's no good news," she added.

"Jeff lied. I know what you did and you didn't made sex with him and you didn't told him those nasty things, you're not a slut. Please, don't cry anymore, it hurts seeing you like that," I said, quietly. I've spent my life time stuck in silence, afraid I'd say something wrong because no one ever wanted to hear me, now that I'm not afraid of talking anymore I just hope I say the right things to make people happy. Apparently, my words were successful because she stopped crying.

"So, what did I do? I must have done something."

"Nothing, you guys just made out in the bathroom," I tried to convince her.

"Yeah, you're lying," she said furrowing her eyes. She was investigating me to see if  was lying or not. I wasn't lying, I just didn't told all the truth.

"You guys just kissed while he touched your breast," I said. Images of last night appeared on my mind, not wanting to go away.

"Groast, oh my god," she mumbled.

"Yeah...but that's what happened."

"What can I do about this? I don't even want to go to school tomorrow," she said, throwing herself into my bed and stood there staring at the ceiling. "I don't wanna see that asshole face, and everyone will be staring at me, again."

"You don't have to, we can ditch." I suggested.

"Nah Harry! I can't do that, my parents would kill us."

"Yeah, you're right," I laughed. "Now let's bring your beautiful smile back," I said heading myself to my bed.

"Harry, what do you think you're going to do?" she asked in confusion.

"You'll see," I replied with a chirpy voice and started tickling her, waiting impatiently for some reaction that would come out of her.

"Styles, I'm not ticklish," she said in a serious tone, almost making me believe that it was true.

"Emily, don't lie to yourself. Everyone has their weak point and I'll find out where it is yours!"

"Good luck," she said crossing her arms, possibly not believing that I could find it.

I started by tickling her toes and she shook her head indicating that it wasn't there. I stopped, and this time I tried in her armpits and again, I didn't obtain a reaction. Crossed my mind that maybe was in her neck, it had to. Why didn't I thought about it? Duh. That's where almost everyone has tickles. Dumb. I tickled her neck, and now 'yeah' she started giggling, and I smirked in satisfaction.

"Stop Harry, please," she yelled between laughs.

"No,"  I replied and tickled her even more. "Muahh."

"Harry, if-" she was interrupted by her own scream, we fell of the bed.

She ended up being on top of me, making me breath faster while our eyes looked at each other, we both stayed like that without words being said. Her weight tightly above me, her cheeks changed to a pinkish red just like mine. I could feel my body borning inside, wanting to move but couldn't. The feel that I was feeling was now growing on my stomach, almost felt like I was about to melt. I didn't know what this was but the felling was wonderful, and without noticing my mouth was leading to hers.

"Hey guys, can I enter? I need to talk with you, Harry!" the thing that my lips were trying to do were interrupted by Mrs.Jackson talking and knocking on the door. Instantly we got up from the floor, and in that specific moment, her phone rang, showing the number and photo of the person she most fears.

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