From Buitron to Styles

Chapter 28..Interview

(Jacqueline's P.O.V.)

"I'm leaving, bye Jacqueline."

Kenzie smiled, walking towards me. I hugged her, saying our goodbyes, she hugged Harry and she was gone.

"We have an interview tonight, do you want to come?" Harry asked me, slipping his hand into my fingers.

"Eh, I don't know Haz." I replied, pulling out of his hands and turning around. I didn't want him to use his charm and pout his lips, giving puppy eyes. He chuckled, grabbing my shoulder and turning me around. I looked down at the ground, smirking.

"Why not!" Harry whined, stomping his feet. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Harry, I don't-" I began, looking up, stopping in my tracks. His bottom lip sticking out over his top, saddening his eyes, widening them. The corners of my lips pulled up, damn it! Why did I let him do that? I bit my bottom lip, resisting the urge to just say yes.

"N-no!" I screamed, trying to be serious, but only sounding like a pouting 4 year old who was being forced to leave a candy shop. He flung his head back, his curls bouncing all over. His smile bigger than ever and his dimples on full show.

"Harry! Stop!" I whined, crossing my arms and turning my back to him. He knew the effect he had on me.

"Harry! Stop!" He mocked me, I assumed he was crossing his arms too.

"Anyways, stop what?" He questioned me. I turned around, facing him.

"Your seducing and charming me! You know I'm a sucker for those eyes!" I said, wrapping my arms around his torso and resting my head on his chest. He placed his fingers underneath my chin and lifted my head up.

"You mean like this?" He asked, widening his eyes and pouting his lips. I let go of my comfortable position and walked away from him. I threw my body on the couch and screamed into a pillow. A hand stroked my back.

"Stop! You're a jerk!" I screamed, not letting my eyes meet his face. I jumped from the couch and began to walk away. I was violently pushed against a wall, Harry.

"How?" He questioned me, his hands on my hips, rubbing small circles into them.

"You know what you're doing to me! Also I was comfortable!" I screamed, trying to pull my body out of his grip, nope, not working. He smirked. Well now it's my turn to tease him! He was still in his boxers, don't ask me why he hadn't put pants on when he woke up. I pulled on his boxers, snapping them against his skin.

"Don't forget, I can play that game too sweetheart." He said, winking. I rolled my eyes at him. He reached out and smacked my bum harder than he ever has. I screeched, tracing my finger lightly across his 'v' line. He bit his bottom lip, refusing to give me the satisfaction of knowing he liked it. I smirked, well done. He crashed his lips into mine, passionately kissing me. I tried my hardest not to cave into his kiss, but I always have. I opened my mouth, biting on his bottom lip. He denied, I ran my tongue along his lips, still denied. He opened a tiny bit, enough to squeeze my tongue through, he then pulled away fastly. Damn, that boys good.

"Enough Harry!" I shouted, squinting my eyes at him.

"What? You want this babe?" He teased, poking out his lips.

"Yes, I'll come." I sent him a fake smile before walking away.

"Cool, go get ready, 1 hour." He said, running up the stairs. I huffed, slowly making my way into our room and picking something out. A gray oversized sweatshirt and dark skinny jeans with the small rippings along the thighs, I grabbed a pair of gray flats, I quickly changed. I walked in front of the mirror, looking at my belly which had gotten so small you could barely tell I was ever pregnant. I nod my head in approval and throw my hair into a messy bun. I walk down the stairs to find Harry waiting. A gray blazer with blue lining, a white tee and brown chinos. I smile, linking my arm through his.