naughty • {harry styles au}

~due

HARRY

Just thinking about her makes me hard, she's so goddamn beautiful. And the way her lips felt against me was so good. Next time I see her I'm definitely going to fuck her.
I can already see her on top of me, bouncing on my cock. Damn.

Me : I forgot to thank you for the blow job
Me : So thank you
Mystery Girl : ehh, no problem i guess
Mystery Girl : when am i going to get something in return? ;)

Smirking, I type an answer.

Me: How about I'll do whatever you want me to do to you in return for your name?
Mystery Girl: how about no
Mystery Girl: harry, i can get someone else within minutes okay
Me: Stop threatening me
Mystery Girl: never
Mystery Girl: ok this convo is weird 
Mystery Girl: i'm leaving
Mystery Girl: bye

Very smooth Harry

Me: But wait
Me : How am I gonna find out your name?
Me : ?
Me : ?

"Damn." I sit back in my chair and push my hair back with my fingers. I need to know all about this girl. 

But you do know where she lives.
And that's where you're going

•••

JESSY

It's Saturday morning and I feel like crap, not only is my house still full of strangers, tangled up into each other in the guest rooms, but the house is still a fucking mess. I wake them up one by one shooing them out of the house, problem one is solved. I think back about last night. I've never felt this attracted by an older man (if you don't count Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio). Maybe it's the uniform that makes him so hot. I don't want to admit it but when he texted me this morning I was smiling the whole time. 

I like playing hard to get even though I showed a whole other side of me last night when I just proposed to blow him out of nowhere. It wasn't completely out of nowhere though.

After his last text I got out of bed and put on some comfy skinny jeans (stretchable of course) and a tank top to be comfortable and I called a cleaning service, telling them to be here within an hour.

Half an hour has passed since I called and I'm just playing games on my phone to pass time, waiting for the cleaners to arrive. It's not like I'm going to clean up this shit on my own (or even clean up in general).

When the doorbell rings I head to the hallway, opening the door. But in the doorway isn't a cleaning lady in a cute uniform, its Harry, looking even hotter than yesterday (if that's even possible) in his black t-shirt and jeans, wearing white converse. 

If I could I would've attacked him already, but I need to know why he's here in the first place. "What are you doing here?" I ask, leaning against the door for extra support. "You didn't reply to my texts." He walks past me into the hallway, his eyes scanning the walls, probably searching for my name. "You could've called me or texted me to say that you were coming." He shrugs, making his way to the living room, with me following him. 

"I mean, you could've interrupted something." I explain. "Like what?" He looks at me confusedly. "Oohh." He chuckles.

"Then I would have finished it for him." He pulls me toward him by my hips and kisses me softly. My eyes widen at first, not expecting this to happen but the feeling of his arms around me and his plump lips touching mine makes me relax instantly. My eyes close and I even move my hands from my sides to his jaw. 

And just when things are starting to get heated the doorbell rings again, making me groan in annoyance. "Seriously!" My hands leave his curls and his pull my shirt back down. He chuckles and I playfully slap his chest before going to the hallway to open the door. 

I get back to the hallway, dodging a few cups on my way there to keep me from falling and I open the door only to be hugged by an old lady. "Hello nice to meet you." She says in crappy English. "Hello." I fake smile. I almost want to strangle her because she just ruined my moment with Harry.

"Colleague is here any moment now." She says, pulling some kind of cart behind her. "What?" I don't even get what she just said. "Colleague is too late." She says. I just nod, pretending to understand what she's saying. 

The woman has a plastic bag already in one hand and the other one she uses to throw rubbish in the bag. 

I get back to Harry, without saying another thing to her. "So, where were we?" I lock my arms back around his neck. "I was just leaving." 

"What? No, you weren’t." I protest, pouting to get him to stay. "As much want to fuck you right now, I'm not going to do it with other people in the house." Instead of blushing like any other girl would in this situation, I smile widely. "But can't you stay for just a little longer?" I drum my fingers on his chest. "I won't be able to stay without touching you baby but I'll be back soon." He winks

"Bye Mystery Girl." He smiles. "Don't call me that." I yell. "You're the one who's not telling me your name." He chuckles, shaking his head due my stupidity. 

"Oh right." The room fills with our laughter. "Then just call me baby." I cross my arms and look at him, waiting for a response. 

"Fine, I'll text you later baby." He smirks and with that he leaves the living room. I look at him until the door closes after him.

"You like him." The foreign cleaning lady says. 

"Do not." I huff, turning around to get back to the living room.

"I do not believe you." I hear her yell from the hallway.

When I take my phone out of my pocket to text Harry, I realize that he already texted me

Hot Cop: Hey baby, do you want to sext?

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