naughty • {harry styles au}

~sei

i just want to thank you all for getting me to 1k in just one week, ONE WEEK!
i love you all so much and i made sure to make this chapter longer than i usually do
i was listening to don't be gone too long by chris brown and ariana grande (on repeat) when i was writing this (for those who care)
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Harry slumps down the wall, his breathing unsteady. I sit down next to him, leaning my head against his shoulder. "Wow, that was hot." I breathe as Harry bursts into a fit of laughter. "Shhh, they might hear us." I mock him which makes him laugh only harder. I lean my head against the wall, still trying to catch my breath. 

"Why are you even here?" Harry asks me, his eyes narrowed (which is really adorable). "Got into a fight." I say casually. "You did? What happened?" I tell my story for the seventh time today and Harry looks at me like I'm crazy. "That's not a valid reason to beat the shit out of someone." He chuckles. "You're going to get a punishment for this, I can promise you that." I shrug, I don't really care at this moment.

"Aren't you going to give me something in return?" Harry wiggles his eyebrows. "In your dreams." I say as I tug down my shirt that wasn't covering my whole belly anymore. "And besides," I smirk. "Dicks are gross, like why would you want to suck it and lick it, it's not a lolly. Ew." I laugh as I open the door, leaving Harry with a wink. 

•••

Me : harry, you're taking me out on a date tonight
Me : because i'm bored
Hot Cop : one one condition
Me : and that is?
Hot Cop : I'll take you out on a date, I'll even pay for you if you tell me your name
Me : fine
Me : it's anne
Hot Cop : For some reason I don't believe you babe
Me : why not? *innocently blinks*
Hot Cop : I'm seriously rolling my eyes here
Hot Cop : Why won't you just give me your name? I don't get it
Me : i don't know, i kind of like it that you don't know much about me...
Me : but yeah, if you want to know, my middle name is anne, so if you want to, you can call me anne
Hot Cop : I'll do that. But why though? Why don't you want me to know more of you?
Me : wait a second, i'm going to change your contact name, oh god why didn't you remind me?
Me : when i get back i'll tell you

Me : it's just that i don't like to open up to people, i lost my trust in people a long time ago and since then i became kind of rebellious (not that i don't like it) and people weren't interested in my true self, they just like me to hang around with and to do other stuff with me and i'm totally okay with that

My fingers hover above the send button. Why would I tell him? Isn't this really weird since I barely know him. I decide to press the button and send the message. Sometimes it's nice to tell someone, especially a stranger. I just hope I made the right choice by telling him this.

Harry : Wow, that's a lot of information to take in. Can we talk about this tonight? I'd rather talk about this in person.
Me : rather not
Harry : Why not? 
Me : harry, i just told you i have a hard time opening up to people
Me : you're really lucky i even told you that
Me : so don't push me
Me : ever

HARRY

I sigh, feeling really bad for making her mad. I just have a really different experience with women. They usually speak way too much about themselves. I probably heard the life story of about ninety women. I've never experienced a woman not wanting to talk about herself. This girl is different, something about her pulls me in and I'm about a 100 percent sure it's because she's so closed off. 

Like I said earlier, I want to know all about this girl. Now I know this about her I'm only more determined.

Me : Anne, I'm really sorry if you feel like I was pushing you
Anne : you better be, i'm really pissed at you
Me : Will you still go out with me tonight?
Anne : depends on where we're going
Me : You can choose :)
Anne : we could go to the mall and see a movie and then get a burrito and eat it, sitting on the edge of the fountain
Me : Wow, that's a perfect idea
Anne : yeah i know, i'm awesome
Me : You know that I went to the same school as you right? And I know that you got that idea from some book you have to read for English. Cheater.
Anne : dammit

I have no idea what to wear, my uniform is already discarded and on the floor. I'll clean that up later. What do you have to wear as a twenty five year old man, going out with a seventeen year old girl? This sounds so bad in my mind but I know it's not that wrong. Anne looks very mature for her age and people always think I'm younger than am so instead of being twenty five and seventeen I think that people would guess we're twenty two and nineteen. That's not so bad right?

I decided to go with my black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt and my white converse. Just in time I'm at the corner of her street, since she doesn't want her parents to know she's going out, of course I protested, telling her that she should parents should know that she was going out in case I decided I wanted to kidnap her. She laughed at me in response, saying she knew karate and that I should be afraid of her. 

We're at the movies now but I'm constantly failing at watching since Anne's hand is stroking my thigh. "I'm so gonna get you back for this." I whisper in her eat, biting her earlobe. She gasps and then giggles, giving the people behind us who are shh'ing her the finger. 

The rest of the movie goes by quickly and I find myself staring at Anne quite a lot. I just hope she didn't notice. 

We are now walking towards the fountain, a burrito in our hands. While we're eating I can't help thinking about asking her. Asking her what happened that changed her. Eventually the curiosity takes away my appetite and I can't help but ask.

"I do want to know what happened that made you like this, you know, so closed off." I say, not knowing how to react how this. Her eyes blaze with fury, her good mood is all gone now, shit. "You promised you wouldn't bring that up!" She hisses. She stands up, looking ready to leave. Her eyes snap up to meet mine when I wrap my hands tightly around her wrist. It doesn't go the way I wanted to, instead of relaxing she only gets more furious, snatching her arm from my strong grip. 

"You're really an asshole, you know that right?" She spits, before leaving me all alone, stamping towards the exit. I don't know if I'm hallucinating or not but I think I'm seeing her wiping her cheeks with her sleeve through the window when she gets outside. This really does it for me because the guilt in the pit of my stomach gets too much and I hurry after her. "Anne, wait!"

chapter six bitches. 

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