The Bad Boy

Chapter 42

Harry's P.O.V.

Steph and I finish our ice cream and then head back to the apartment. We walk down the street holding hands, and I look down towards Stephanie.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asks.

"Because I'm a pervert," I laugh.

"You know, I thought you might go all The Fault In Our Stars on me and be like 'Because you beautiful' but nooo..." Steph starts.

"I have told you over and over, it's a calling, it really is," I say.

"Would you please just stop saying that?" Steph shakes her head.

"I will only because I love you," I kiss the top of her head.

"I love you Harold," She says, getting up on her tiptoes and kissing me back.

We reach the apartment and walk in. Niall lies on the couch, barely visible, since Ally is straddling him. They are both half naked and I'm pretty sure almost to the point of sex.

"PEOPLE ENTERING!" I yell.

They untangle themselves and Ally slips her clothes back on. Then she runs over to Steph and hugs her.

"Steph! I haven't seen you in forever!" She squeals.

"I know!" Steph squeals back.

They break from their hug and Ally moves over to me, "You haven't impregnated her, have you?" She questions.

I sigh, "No Ally, I haven't. Like you should be the one talking, Niall was just about to..."

"Okaaayyy, let's just stop right there," Stephanie cuts in, "The point is, we're glad that your back Ally."

"Yeah, let's go with that," Ally says.

Niall and Ally go back to Niall's room, I expect they are going to continue what they were doing. Steph and I go back to my room and she flops down onto my bed.

"Don't you think you should start packing?" She asks.

"Yeah, I guess. Can you help me though, I always don't back enough," I say.

We walk over to my clothes drawers, looking for clothes for the beach. I grab a few black and white t-shirts and lay them down on my bed.

"Don't you have a suitcase?" Stephanie asks me.

"Yeah, but it's in Niall's room. And I don't know about you but I really do not want to go in there right now," I say.

"Yeah, let's not do that," She agrees.

We pick out some more clothes, consisting of my usual outfits, mostly jeans and t-shirts. Then I find some condoms in one of my drawers.

I hold them up, "I think we're going to need these."

"I'm not going to have sex with you for the last time!" Steph yells.

"Well, it was worth a shot."

We put my clothes that I am going to pack in stacks on the ground. When we are finally done, we walk out into the living room.

"Should we try to get the suitcase?" I ask.

"I don't know, let's listen through the door first, just to make sure they're not, you know," Steph says.

"Yeah."

I put my ear up to the door of Niall's room. I hear Ally's laugh, so I expect they aren't doing anything. I open the door to see Niall and Ally sitting on the bed, playing patty cake.

"I don't even want to know," I say, grabbing my suitcase and walking out of the room quickly.

"What were they doing?" Steph asks.

"Playing patty cake," I say.

"OH MY GOD GROSS!" Steph yells.

I face palm, "Not that kind of patty cake, like the little kid patty cake.

"Ohhh.." Steph starts to laugh.

"Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with them," I shake my head.

"There is a lot wrong with them," Stephanie laughs.

"Yeah, I've known that one for awhile," I chuckle.

"Are you still taking me shopping tomorrow?" Steph asks, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed. I pull off my shirt and toss it into the dirty clothes pile.

"Yeah. I have to get a few things too, " I say, then Steph interrupts.

"I KNOW you need a new swimsuit so your dick can breath." She screeches.

"Well, when you make me hard there's not a whole lot of room in there...." I shrug.

"MY GOD DO YOU EVER TAKE A DAY OFF?" She asks, throwing herself backwards onto the bed.

"It's a calling." I shrug again.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE STOP SAYING THAT!" She squeals.

This makes me laugh so hard I have to sit down next to her.

"You know, I never cussed before I met you." She says, propping herself up on one elbow.

"There are certain qualities that I happen to possess that other people desire and sometimes they often rub off." I shrug.

"Oh my god, I really want somebody to explain to me why I love you." She says, throwing one of her legs and one of her arms over me.

"Could it be my ferocious sex appeal? Or maybe my extreme pervertedness?" I ask, pulling her closer. She smells like axe and vanilla.

"I really think it might be the pervertedness. Just a guess." She laughs and leans over kissing my chest.

"Steph..." I warn.

"I know I know your dick won't be able to breath..." She says.

"I think I could suffer through." I nod.

"Good." She smiles, tracing the tattoo of the butterfly on my stomach before kissing me hard. Damn I need some looser boxers, if you know what I mean.