naughty • {harry styles au}

~ventitré

hello peeps, i bet you almost forgot about me or this story, thinking i've vanished from this earth. the good news is, it's not true. i'm still here. i've just been busy with tests and my driving lessons and homework. 
i kind of lost interest in this story but i'm still determined to finish it. one of the reasons i lost interest is mainly because the whole story is chaos. i didn't think this through at all when i started and i didn't plan the whole story. because of that, there are a lot of errors in this story. for example, in chapter 8 (otto) harry moaned out 'damn jessie you're tight' but back then he didn't know her name. 
also, some things are a little too dramatic for my liking (for instance the speed of their relationship) so i'm just going to finish this and then i'm going to start a story that i've been working on during my classes and i'm really excited to publish it and it's going to be out around christmas!

i'm so sorry for this long author's note but i just wanted to share this with you guys! 

I'm sitting here in my bedroom, not exactly sure what I'm feeling. Should I call Harry? Or should I just go to sleep and pray he won't find out. I'm so damn scared that once he finds out, he'll dump me, leaving me crying to myself and smudging my mascara all over my white sheets. 

Why can't I just have a normal boyfriend? One who went to the party with me and defended me in front of the pissed off muscled man. 

But then again, who can say that they have a boyfriend as handsome as mine? One who can take care of himself and who has his own house? I smile, thinking about the way he held me, not even twenty minutes ago. 

Without even realizing it, my fingers are dialing his number, bringing the device to my left ear. 

"Jessie? Is something wrong?" 
I nod, a few tears spilling from my eyes. I really fucked up, I broke his trust.
"Nothing is wrong, I just wanted to hear your voice before going to sleep."
"You sure you're fine? You don't sound fine." He asks worriedly.
"I-I" I stutter. Why am I stuttering? Just say it Jessie, just do it.
"I'm sorry." I hang up. 

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can't I just say it?

My phone rings a few times before I'm startled by someone knocking on my door. I hesitantly open it, rubbing my cheeks with the back of my hands. I'm engulfed in Harry's arms. Wait, Harry's arms?

"Harry?" He hums into my shoulder. "What are you doing here?" I hiccup. 

"What do you think I'm here for? I'm here to comfort you baby." Harry strokes my cheek, looking deeply into my eyes. We're really close now, so close I can feel his breath on my lips. I want to kiss him so badly, but I can't until I tell him the truth.

"Is it about the guy who beat you? Do you want me to go after him?" I shake my head, more tears spilling onto my leather jacket. "It was all my fault." I sob. Harry furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?" 

"I went to a party last night." Harry's eyes widen but he doesn't say anything. "Alexis puked all over some guy and his little slut and he got so mad at Alexis. I was mad at her too but I couldn't let some asshole do something like that to her so I defended her and then he freaked out and punched my face." I finally look up at him, only to be shocked by the way his face looks. His eyes are almost bulging out of their sockets and his face has a shade of red. 

"Harry, say something." I lift my hand to touch his shoulder but flinch as he groans. "Are you mad at me?" I carefully whisper, afraid of his reaction. 

Harry rubs his temples while slowly inhaling and exhaling. He opens his eyes, revealing their beautiful green that I love so much. "I'm not mad at you." He stretches out his arms and pulls me into him, making my head bump against his chest. 

I close my eyes, the feeling of my tears still burning on my cheeks. I bury my face into his sweater, inhaling his signature perfume. 

"So why were you so angry?" "The thought of someone purposely hurting you angers me." Harry says it like it's nothing but isn’t nothing, it makes my heart flutter. 

I look up at him and study his plump lips, really desperate to have them on mine. My desire is soon fulfilled when he bows down and presses his lips to mine, giving me the feeling of love and safety. The feeling I only have when I'm near him. 

Harry takes a few steps backwards and lifts me onto my bed, kissing me again with lust. "I missed you." He groans. I bite his lip as an answer, making his groans only louder.

I'm about to enter his pants as somebody knocks on my door. "Jessica, can I speak to you for a second?" My mom really knows how to pick her moments.

First when we had sex in the living room and she came home earlier than expected and Harry had to sneak out through the window in the laundry room. Then an hour ago when I tried to tell Harry the truth and now, when I'm about to give Harry a blowjob.

"Just a second mom!" I reach for an elastic band on my nightstand and put my hair into a super fast bun so she won't see the mess Harry made of it and push Harry into my closet a little roughly.

I open my door and try to act as casual as possible. "Sweetheart, I need to talk to you about your... guest from this afternoon." I swallow, looking at everything in my room except for my mother.

"It's just, isn't he a little ... old?" She says embarrassedly. I roll my eyes at her 'accusation'. "Mom, he is not old, he is only twenty five." My mom chuckles. "I remember when I had that phase. Fine, you can do whatever you want and I won't tell dad, as long as you don't embarrass us."

"Mom this is not a phase, I love him." "Alright darling, good night." My mom leaves my bed (that Harry and I were about to have sex on) and kisses me good night. "Good night mom."

And in that exact moment that my door closes, another one opens, my closet door. I almost forgot that Harry was also here.

"Well that was awkward." Harry awkwardly scratches his neck.

 so i think this story has less than 5 chapters to go! tysm for the 25k by the way!

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amy