One Last Time || h.s

Chapter one.

(A/N: This story will contain Sexual material and scenes which is why I have rated this story as PG-13. If you are uncomfortable with this type of content then I suggest you don't read because this story is not for you.)

Harry Styles

"Look Lisa-"

"It's Lucy" 

"Sorry Lucy, um I will call you later?" I tell the bimbo blonde that I had called over last night as I usher her out of the front door of my flat (Apartment for you Americans). If I must be honest, she was a lot more attractive when I had alcohol in my bloodstream but hey, I have definatley done worse.

"You better Styles." She says as she shuts the door behind her as she leaves. As if i'm going to call her again, that would be breaking one of my rules.

"Goodluck with that Lisa, or was it Lucy? who even cares" I mumble to myself as I make my way back into my bedroom where I make sure to clean every last reamining memory of the events of last night.

Emma Stewart

"Okay so tell me again why I am third-wheeling with you and this guy on your date?" I ask my bestfriend Riley for what seemed like the thousandth time as we make our way to our table at this new restraunt that had opened last week.

"Well not to sound bitchy or anything Em but I would feel really bad if I had left you home all by yourself on a friday night. " She replies as the very kind waiter pulls out the both of our seats for us while we wait for this 'mysterious' date of Riley's. She is what you would call the definition of perfection with her shoulder length blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes and the height of a supermodel compared to my waist-length brown hair, blue eyes and shorter than your average female. I am often told that I was beautiful perfect even but I am far too modest to even think like that. I see myself as average; nothing more and nothing less.

"So tell me about this date of yours then." I ask her when I notice that she can't look away from the entrance. Picking up a glass of from the table that the waiter had poured, I bring it up to my lips.

"Well he is very, very attractive and I also heared that he's crazy good in bed" I spit the mouthful of water I had back into the glass as I realise what she had just told me.

"Ew Emma, that's disgusting!" She raises her voice which attracts attention from other people sitting near the two of us.

"Why would you tell me that he's 'good in bed'? Too much information thank you".

"Oh please, you know that I don't do relationships and neither does he so it's a win-win" She giggles in response. At just the age of nineteen, Riley was known around town as an 'easy lay' whatever that means. I'm eighteen years old and I am still a virgin, heck I still haven't even kissed a boy unless you count those kisses we share as pre-schoolers with our 'boyfriends'. Most guys around here class me as a 'prude' because i'm not as out-going as Riley is.

Before my parents died they would always tell me to save my virginity until I find somebody worthy enough to take it from me. My dad would call me his Angel because I was the purest person he knew. I'm so innocent that I can't even swear without feeling like I just killed somebody.

Riley rather enjoys the fact that I am so reserved and pure because as she had told me more times then I could probably count 'That means more attention for me! We don't want anyone taking advantage of you now do we?'. She may seem pretty self-centered and 'trashy' but she has been a great friend to me and she accepts the way I am. 

"Oh my gosh he's here! I didn't think he would actually come!" She practically screams into my ear before rapidly patting down her hair in what looked like her attempt to make sure she looked presentable. Really it's a waste of time because she is flawless which brings the green eyed monster out of me.