Clueless (H.S)

Chapter 7

I woke up with a heavy weight on me. It's so hot in here and I can feel myself sweating. I open my eyes to darkness and move around a bit. Or at least try to, but soon realized I was trapped. An arm was holding me tightly and when I tried to move tightened immensely around me. It clicked. Harry. One direction. Harry. My concussion. Harry. Last night. Harry. Oh my fucking god. It wasn't a dream.

"I can feel your heartbeat picking up," he rasped in my ear. I jumped a little not expecting that insanely hot sound to come out of his mouth.

"Yeah, I um just forgot where I was for a second,"

"Your with me Olivia," he said sternly, I had a feeling he meant this in more ways than one. I turned in his arms to look at him, it was extremely dark because of the shade covering the bunk but a stream of light shined through, illuminating his face a bit. I put my hands on his chest as I lifted myself a bit to look at him clearly in his captivating eyes. He was already staring at me when we locked eyes.

"I know," I said with an obvious tone. From him practically killing me with his body heat, I think I would know I'm with him. His arms shift on me to grasp my wrists in one of his hands and swiftly pins me beneath him. He leans down, breath fanning against my ear as he whispers sternly.

"Good girl." I realize now he meant the other meaning of "you're with me". He pressed a kiss below my ear and trailed his lips down my neck, his curls brushing my face slightly.

"Harry it's like 100° is here and your body weight is not helping whatsoever. I'd like to make it to 18 please and thank you." I reply annoyed he's still on top of me and not letting me breathe properly.

"Plus I'm hungry," I added as he stayed crushed to my body seemingly having no intention of moving. I needed to get up and find my glasses, I had worn my contacts to the show but I always keep my glasses in my purse just in case, you never know when your gonna need them sometime.

"I can give you something to eat."

Ok. I see how he wants to play this. The thing is, I love this shit. I love a challenge, I like winning. I probably am going to die if he doesn't get off me anytime soon so I might as well play along instead of arguing which would take longer.

"Can I have it?" I play along and earn a deep chuckle from him. He's quite amused with my response. He released his grip on my writs and takes one of my hands in his roughly bringing it between his legs. He kept eye contact with me the entire time. He pressed my hand against his evident bulge.

"Having dreams about me I see?" I reply cockily palming him. I chuckle a bit before looking back up to his eyes.

"You have no idea what I dreamed about baby. The things I made you do-"

"Styles!" a voice outside the bunk called. Niall.

"We're up," I reply removing my hand from him, not breaking eye contact.

Harry groaned but got off me and climbed down, I followed climbing down, two strong hands taking my hips lifting me down.

I went to go find my purse for my glasses because I couldn't see that well, I saw Harry and Niall watch me go to the back room of the bus. I began to wonder why they were staring but then remembered I am only in Harry's T-shirt. I smiled to myself as I found my glasses, put them on, and walked back to the front of the bus.

His shirt covered me till my mid-thigh. It was pretty soft I actually really loved it. Obviously, I didn't have any clothes but Founding Father told me the boy's stylists have everything I could ever want to wear. I'm a little skeptical given the fact that my sense of style is very revealing.