Hey guys! Just want to let you know that I love you guys! Hope you enjoy the chapter, bit of a cliffhanger at the end, but the next chapter will be worth it!
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Isabelle POV
Harry laid asleep when I woke, I don't even remember falling asleep. I stand from the bed stretching a bit. "Come back to bed." I hear a Harry say behind me. I turn looking at him. "Aren't you hungover?" I ask with a smirk on my face.
He nodded his head at me with a groan saying it was too bright in his room, so I pull his curtains closed. He sighed in relief, taking his arm he wrapped it around my waist pulling me to the bed. "What are you doing?" I ask screaming like a small child.
I straddled his hips looking at him as he sat against the headboard. "Aren't you going to take your medicine?" I ask looking at the nightstand to see it gone along with the glass of water. I look back to him with a questioning look. "How long ago did you take those?" My stare curious. He bit his lip.
"Two hours ago, I like watching you sleep." he replied. "Then why did you want me to close the curtains?" I ask, I think I'm getting to the bottom of it, okay maybe the surface. "So I could get you in bed with me again." he replied his head getting closer to me. "So did you sleep with Niall, Isabelle?" He asked his cheek against my cheek, his hot breath in my ear. I shook my head, "N-no." I say studdering a bit. "That was hot, it's nice to know the impact I have on you." He says in a husky voice.
I nod my head at him as he pulls his face back. His eyes go from my eyes down to my lips and back. He smirks at me, and leans forward. "You do remember everything now right?" He asked stopping so close to my lips. I nod. "Good."
He leans forward pressing his lips to mine.
Harry POV
She remembers, she knows me, she may love me. But she remembers. I smirk at her, my mind made up on what I wanted to do. I lean forward, but not close enough.
"You do remember everything now right?" I ask looking into her eyes, which were begging me to do something to her. She nodded her head at me quickly. "Good." Was the only thing I said before I leaned forward pressing my lips to hers, sealing our love with a kiss.
Isabelle POV
My heart was pounding, racing. His lips were soft, the kiss gentle. He grabbed the back of my neck, holding us there, together.
He traced his tongue on my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I denied, why ruin this beau- he grabs my ass making me gasp, he slides his tongue in exploring my mouth. And I do the same with him.
Harry pulls away, after forever. We're both panting, looking at each other trying to catch out breath. "Well." I hear Harry say while he pushes me off of him. I bounce of the mattress a bit glaring at him.
"I'm such a stud." he says with a cocky grin on his face. Asshole. "Whatever." I say, as he gives me a hand pulling me off the bed, he pulls me into him. "Finally got what I wanted all along." he says looking into my eyes again.
"Asshole." I say, rolling my eyes at him. He raises his eyebrows. "Oh, Miss.Taylor, have you forgotton who disciplines you?" I get out of his grasp running down the hallway towards the stairs laughing. "Of course no, Mr.Styles, I only curse in front of you." I say with a smirk. He comes down the stairs, "Oh really?" He asks. "Really." I say to him running around the island in the kitchen.
He stands on the opposite side looking at me. "Now Miss.Taylor, if you bend over the kitchen counter and take your punishment like a good girl, it won't be as bad, understand?" He asks getting closer, and me keeping the equal distance. "Oh, I understand, but you see, the problem is, I don't care." I tell him, his eyes dancing with amusement.
I watch him as he jumps ontop of the counter grabbing my waist and holding me, keeping me from escaping. "Oh, look what I've got here, my beautiful Isabelle. Since I won, let's play a game, shall we?" He asks calmly, scaringly so. "I don't do that jigsaw crap, okay?" I say back at him. He shakes his head laughing, "No, nothing like that. Something, sexy." He says in my ear. I shiver, chills dowing down my spine. I nod quickly, his smirk growing.
He grabs my upper arm taking me up the stairs. We head down the opposite wing from where his room is, he grabs a doorhandle opening it. "It's my office." He says, I look around and see books of every color, this has to be the most colorful room of them all. I look around in awe of the tens upon hundreds of books.
"Wow." I say looking at Harry with excitement. "You like books?" He asked, I nodded my head at him. "Okay, come here. I promised you something sexy, and I intend on doing it." He says to me, his eyes turning a dark green, his voice becoming low and dark.
I walk towards him slowly. He sits in the chair behind his desk, I walk around and he grabs me by my waist pulling me towards him. "You make me happy Isabelle." he says looking deep into my eyes. "Listen, if this is some sexy office sex thing, I'm good, I don't need that. We don't need that." I say to him hoping to get the point across that we aren't ready to take that leap yet.
He chuckles at me, pulling me down so I'm in his lap. "No Isabelle, not yet my love." The words flow out of his mouth like thick sweet honey. "Love?" I repeat the word. "Yes, I like that, I like calling you love, love." He says, I smile a bit.
"You know what I don't like?" He asks. I shake my head, "Not really, what?" I ask him. He leans forward whispering in my ear, "When certain people call me an asshole." his voice is hot and thick in my ear. I exhale a breath a didn't realize I was holding. "Oh, well, to bad I haven't heard anybody call you an asshole." I say trying to stand, but he has a firm grip around my waist.
"But, for some odd reason I don't think I'm going to punish that certain person, because they took care of me in my drunken state, and for that, I am grateful." he says looking at me with adoration.
"Truth be told, you can be an asshole, asshole." I say with a smirk.
"Not so grateful anymore." he says flipping me over so I'm facing the floor. "Oh Isabelle, what you do to me." SMACK, I grip Harry's leg for some type of leverage. SMACK "You know, that does hurt!" I yell up at him. "It's suppose to, what kind of punishment is a fun one?" SMACK, "I don't know, none at all!" I yelp in pain. We were only like 5 in, 3 maybe, shit. SMACK "Oh, but I love you enough to discipline you, my sweet, sweet Isabelle." He says in a deep calm voice. SMACK "Ow! Do you not understand th-" I start to say, but Harry puts his finger to my lips. "Sh. It's over, I promise, it didn't hurt that bad did it?" He asks, I shrug.
"Come on Isabelle, you know I love you." He says, looking quite concerned.
"Prove it."
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Drugged h.s. AU
Teen FictionI stared at the emerald eyed boy who told me I had fell into a coma, and shouldn't remember a thing. I was to scared to correct him, and tell him I didn't forget a thing. His breath was hot on my neck, heavy. "I'm so glad your back, and safe." Back...
