The Bad Boy

Chapter 25

Harry's P.O.V.

It's getting late, so Steph and I decide to go to bed. I make her change into the night outfit I made her buy today. She picks the black one, even though I made her buy several different colors. She looks so damn beautiful. I can barely control myself.

"Harry, stop your drooling," Stephanie laughs, sitting next me on the bed.

"It's not my fault you have to be so pretty," I say.

She blushes and says, "I love you Harry."

I can't take it anymore. I straddle her waist and press my lips to hers. My tounge slides into her mouth and hers slides into mine. Stephanie starts to smile and our kiss breaks.

Stephanie then says, "Harry I'm not going to have sex with you."

"Steph, come on, please," I give her my best puppy dog face.

"I'm sorry Harry, but no," She says. "Maybe when we get married."

"I don't want to get married." I say, kissing her again. She ignores my comment but looks troubled.

Our kiss slowly deepens, and soon we are both laying in bed in just our underwear.

"I could kiss you all night, Steph," I whisper.

"Can we please go to bed though? I am really tired," She yawns.

"Can we please continue this tomorrow then?" I ask.

"If your lucky," Stephanie says, turning the lights off.

"Goodnight Steph, I love you," I say.

"I love you Harry," She says.

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Stephanie's P.O.V

When I wake in the morning, I see Harry laying down right beside me in nothing but his black boxers. I wear the bra and panties that came with the sleepwear that Harry made me buy. My stomach is reeling it hurts so bad. I slap my hand over my stomach and think. All I remember is Harry and I making out. We didn't do it...did we? I sit up and see a little spot of blood behind me on the bed.

"HARRY!" I screech.

He sits up in bed startled. He rubs his eyes and then focuses on me.

"We didn't..........did we?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.

"No, you stopped me." Harry says.

I breath out a sigh of relief and then suck in a sharp breath when I realize what the blood is. My period. F***. I bolt out of bed and grab my suitcase on the way. I lock the bathroom door behind me and sit down on the toilet, frantically digging through my bag for anything. I can't believe I forgot to pack some pads or something.

"Stephanie, what's wrong?" Harry asks.

"Um...Nothing babe." I say. How am I going to get pads? I decide to text Ally. And when I text her it comes back, saying her cell phone is turned off. How am I going to get pads?!?!

A few minutes later Harry knocks on the door again. "Steph, what's going on in there?" He demands.

"Feminine hygiene problems." I blurt out.

"What?" He asks.

"Menstrual cycle." I try again.

"Huh?" He asks.

"My period dumbass!" I say.

"Oh, well can't you just put in a plug and come out then?" He asks.

"A plug?" I laugh.

"Yes a plug. So do it and come out." He says.

"Slight problem. I don't actually have a plug with me..." I say.

He is silent.

"Harry?" I ask.

"Yeah?" He says.

"I need you to get me some plugs please." I say.

"F***, can't Ally do it for you?" He asks.

"Her phone is off and neither she or Niall are answering." I say.

He mutters a stream of curse words but then sighs and says "Okay, I'll be back in a few minutes." I hear the door close and I relax back against the toilet seat.

I wrap some toilet paper around my underwear for a makeshift pad and climb off the toilet, pulling some new clothes and underwear out of my bag.

After about fifteen minutes, the door opens and closes and Harry knocks against the bathroom door. I pull it open far anough to stick my head out.

"I love you so much, I bought you an entire bag of Tampax." He says and hands it to me.

"Are you quoting What Happens In Vegas?" I ask. What Happens In Vegas is a hilarious movie with Ashton Kutcher in it.

"I am." He grins.

"Thanks, I'll be out in a second." I say, then peck him on the lips and close the door behind me again.

I take care of the unmentionable and then pull on a pair of Harry's black sweatpants and one of my white t-shirts along with a pair of black flip flops. Then I go out into the bedroom to see that Harry has changed the sheets.

"I think we need to talk. But I don't want to do it here. Help me remember it when we get home, okay?" I ask, wanting to talk about what he said about never wanting to get married. I know we've only been dating for a few weeks or so but I've alwyas wanted to have kids and get maried (Not in that order).

"Okay?" he says, raising one eyebrow, " I think we should continue what we started last night."

"I think not. I just want to watch a movie and snuggle and sleep. We can go see your mom later too." I say.

He groans. "Can you please not say the word snuggle?"

"Calm your tits. Come lay with me." I say and kick off my shoes as I flop down onto the bed.

He crawls up next to me and I rest my head on his shoulder as I see the movie 21 Jump Street is starting in three minutes. Perfect.