One Direction & ZAYN Dirty Imagines

Rules - Harry

Y/N's POV

It's not that my parents didn't like Harry, actually they loved him. The problem was--well, me.

I wasn't rebellious towards them, but I wasn't a goodie towards them either. They put up strict rules around the house to enforce some discipline in me.

Rule 1: Leave your shoes off when entering the house.

Rule 2: Never leave the house without a reason.

Rule 3: When parents aren't home, no one can come over.

Rule 4: No sleeping in late.

Rule 5: You can't come home no later than nine at night.

Rule 6: Bedroom doors should be open in the day.

Rule 7: No sex.

I get the other rules, but the last one is just ridiculous. No sex? I have a boyfriend and they expect me not to do anything with him? They're crazy.

Wow I sound like such a s.lut right now.

But in my defense, Harry is f.ucking hot as hell. He had tattoos, which my parents don't mind, a muscular body, and a sweet personality, in front of my parents.

When my parents aren't here, he turns into a seductive prick, and I love it. He always lays rules out for me, ones which I actually can follow by because he's my boyfriend.

My parents think I follow rules when they're gone, but they have another thing coming.

***

"Don't invite anybody over, and you can't over eat okay?" My mom says, rolling her suitcase towards the door.

"Yeah mom," I tell her in a monotone voice.

"Okay," she sighs, opening the door as the walks out.

"Oh! And make sure to lock everything!" She shouts, walking to the car where my father waits.

I watch them drive away, honking as I shut the door.

Pulling out my phone, I send Harry a text to come over. He reads it, but doesn't reply.

I sigh, thinking of what we can so while my parents are on business.

I head upstairs and change into one of Harry's shirts, leaving him a surprise as I smirk.

***

It's been five hours, and Harry hasn't called or texted me, leaving me angry and annoyed.

I lay awake in my bed, checking my phone once again for any messages or calls.

But nothing.

I toss and turn for about five minutes before looking at my phone again; noticing that it's ten at night.

I sigh, placing my phone beside me as I pull the covers over me, closing my eyes.

***

I suddenly jolt awake, almost punching the air as a hand grips my shoulder.

"Babe it's just me," I hear Harry's voice, along with a chuckle.

At first I'm happy he's here, until I remember what happened earlier.

"Go away," I grumble, pushing him as I lay back down.

"Whoa babe," he sounds confused. "Look my parents were keeping me and I snuck out to see you."

"You could've at least told me," I mumble into the pillow.

"I'm sorry," he coos, turning me over to kiss me on the lips.