50 Shades of Sex (Harry Styles)

Chapter Five

"Stand up straight, Em! God." He interrupts me, making the books above my head fall onto the carpet. Great. Just great.

"How in the cheese world could I stand up straight and walk while those Godforsaken books are above my head?" I ask him, receiving an eye roll from him. I sigh, picking the books up from the floor. The books that's above my head was Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix: Year Five and it was the heaviest book among the other sets of Harry Potter, Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer, yeah, TwilighAnd, Attachments by Rainbow Rowell. I haven't read them yet, but I heard that they're really good. Except the one from Stephenie Meyer, because some people told me that it was kind of cliché in some weird way.

"Do it again, and remember to bring out the class in you," Harry instructed, sounding like a judge from America's Next Top Model. Although, I've never watched it my whole life.

I put the books above my head once again, and began walking in a slow pace. As I've noticed that my progress has been improving, I've decided to speed up a little, seeing Harry grinning like an idiot he was. Darn, those dimples.

"Not bad, Emerald. Not bad." He says, sugar coating the fact that he actually wanted to congratulate me for my sudden improvement. I smile back, but still continuing to walk.

"Okay, now, try it with heels," He said. I stopped, making the books fall as it hit my shoulder before stumbling onto the ground. Heels? No way.

"I don't have any heels," I quietly tell him, looking away as I flushed with embarrassment. God, not again.

"Seriously?" He asks, raising his eyebrows up in surprise. "How the fuck do you live? I mean, you're a Goddamn girl for Christ sakes," He mutters, laughing to himself.

"Well, I'm not that kind of girl." I tell him. "You see, I don't wear make up. I wear simplicity. I don't wear mega-slut fabric, I wear clothes. And more importantly, I don't eat man balls. I eat food." I stated, making him close his mouth. Well, from the looks of it, I think he was about to burst into-yeah, he did start laughing.

"Man balls? Jesus Christ, Emerald! You're hilarious!" He laughs, holding his stomach as he starts to complain that it hurts because of laughing. A small smile appeared on my lips, but I quickly bit my cheek to prevent from smiling further.

As his laughing had died down, he turns to face me. "But seriously, you don't have heels?" He asks, and I shook my head. "Dresses?" I shook my head again. "Mmm... Thongs!" He exclaims, and I laugh while shaking my head, saying no.

"You are not normal, woman!" He asks, putting his hand to his chest dramatically, and I laugh. Oh, if he only knew.

"What about shorts?" He asks, and I still shook my head. "Tank tops?" He asks, and I finally nod. "Thank God, I was dying already," He overreacts, making me laugh again. Is it me or is it because he has a great sense of humor? Nah, it's me. I practically laugh at everything.

"So, now that I've walked straight for like, so many times, what's next?" I ask him now, wanting to proceed to our next 'lesson'. He wants to call it as, 'beauty' lessons. Cheap, right? Right.

"Well, since you've no pretty clothes, let's go shopping."

"I don't have money, Harry."

"I do,"

"No."

"Yes."

"I don't want to take advantage of your credit card!" I whine, sounding like a little kid who doesn't wants to go to School.

He chuckles, grinning widely as ever. "It's our deal right? You help me, I help you. Now come on," He said, cocking his head towards the front door.

"You're literally, the only guy who wants to max your credit card out just so you could go 'shopping'." I said, beginning to walk outside my bedroom, and into the living room.

"Well, you know what they say, "Many money, many chicks"," He laughs.

This is going to be, a long day.

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HI GUYS!! IM SORRY FOR THE SEXUAL DELAY BUT I'LL BE POSTING SMUT AFTER CHAPTER SIX!!! THANK YOU ALSO FOR THE VOTES!! WOULD YOU MIND COMMNENTING TOO? THANK YOU!!