naughty • {harry styles au}

~ventidue

tsym bbys for 20k reads and 1k votes! also, this story is being translated into german by spectaculuke which is really cool! so if you're german, you can now read it in german too!

i'm sorry for the long wait but i had to work 3 full days in a row which was very exhausting

"What do you mean?" I raise my eyebrows in confusion. It's only now that I remember how bruised my face looks and I swiftly move my face away from him. "I know there's a guy in here, there's no other explanation for your behavior.

"What do you mean? I've been acting completely normal"

Harry crosses his arms and looks at me with piercing eyes.

"Really Jessie?" I sigh. I have to get him out of here somehow, should I tell him it's true? That there really is a guy in my bedroom.

I turn my face to him again, hoping he won't see the bruises in the pale moonlight. "Jessie, how else can you explain that only after having called you at least 9 times you pick up your phone and then when you finally pick up, you're completely out of breath, I guess that was because you were humping someone else's cock, and when I asked if I could come over you told me I couldn´t”

I slap my face with my hands and mumble 'facepalm' under my breath. "You know, now I say this out loud, it sounds kind of stupid" Harry chuckles. "You think?" I giggle.

As Harry shuffles in my direction with his arms outstretched, I take a few steps backwards, my hands behind me so I won´t bump into the wall and ruin the moment. My breath hitches in my throat when my fingers collide with the light switch, the bright light of the lamp that´s supposed to illuminate the hallway is almost blinding us.

Harry´s eyes almost pop out of their sockets when they scan my purple face. "What the hell happened to your face?!" He yells, his fists balling at his sides out of anger. "Ehh, I bumped into a wall..?" I try to be as optimistically as possible. This was definitely not the plan.

Harry's fists slam into the wall, next to my head. I'm now stuck between his muscled arms and I'm way too frightened to move. "Tell me the truth baby" His warm minty breath touches my face. At this moment I'm not sure if I should be terrified or turned on. 

Harry is so close, I can easily jump his bones, here and now. But the angered look in his eyes tells me otherwise. He is angry and he wants to know the truth. It is up to me if I'm going to give it to him. 

I want to be able to be honest with him but I don't want to lose him at the same time. I admit that what I did last night was really stupid and I never should've challenged the guy in the first place. 
I love Harry so much that words can't explain it and if he is going to leave me, I'll be so broken, that I won’t be able to live without alcohol or drugs in my system. Losing him will kill me, literally. 

"Well, I got beaten up." I whisper. "By whom?" Harry's angry look is changing slowly to a worried look. His eyes soften and his fists aren't firsts anymore, his big hands are now on my cheeks, stroking them passionately.

What the hell do I do now? I can either tell him that I was beaten up in the streets while getting groceries or when I went shopping, or I can tell him the truth, that I went out and that I angered someone

"I-" I'm interrupted by my mom barging in. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms an O at the sight of me and Harry in our romantic position. "Well this is awkward." Harry is the first one to speak up.

"I'd better go, we'll talk tomorrow okay?" Harry looks at me sternly and I nod, cracking him a smile.

"So, I guess you're over Dan?" my mom pouts when Harry is out of sight. 

I nod "Yeah, he wasn't really my type." I brush it off. "But he was our type!" My mom whines, referring to her and dad.

I roll my eyes at my mom, making sure she saw it. "You should know that you can be an annoying bitch sometimes." My mom snarls. My eyes widen at my mom's choice of words.

 My mom's face reddens like a tomato. "I-I mean-" She coughs.

"Sometimes you're a really naughty girl."

My jaw drops. What. The. Fuck. 

Never in a million years did I expect my mom to say something like this. "What the hell mom!" I yell. My mom covers her mouth with her hand and sniffles. "I'm so sorry Jessica, I'm just not myself lately." 

"What's wrong?" I ask worriedly. "There's just so much going on and I think my menopause is early, just like with grandma." Again, she covers her mouth with her hand, just as I gag. "Mom, discuss that with someone else please." I close my eyes and shake my head frantically, trying to get it out of my head.

"I'm sorry darling, I'll discuss it with a psychologist or with your dad, don't worry." She pats my shoulder and then heads to the stairs, probably going to her bedroom. The only sound in the house are her sniffles. At this moment I feel really sorry for her. 

 hi peeps!

so now her mom knows about harry, oops. not exactly sure what they (jessie's parents) think of him.

sorry for not updating this week i was really busy. another update either tomorrow or tuesday, pinky promise.

anddd, sorry this is so short, i'm not exactly sure where i'm going with this but i'll figure it out, i'll just have to write a lot :)

 amy