euphoria. (hs)

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cries bc wants "lol ur not harry styles" t shirt

"Where will I sleep?" I questioned. "I have a bed." Harry said. "And where will you sleep?" I asked slowly. "My bed." Harry said like it was obvious. I began to laugh, like really laugh.

"You expect me to sleep in the same bed as you." I choked out. "Don't you do it all the time." Harry slapped a hand over his mouth. "Sorry it slipped." I rolled my eyes. "I may have sex once in awhile but I am not some massive whore you describe me as." I retorted back. "Besides you may be a more of a pig than me." Harry laughed out loud. "And what is that supposed to mean?" Harry asked.

"Look at you, you spell out the words sex machine." Harry bursted out laughing. "Now I will agree with you on that." He said smirking. I giggled and slapped his arm. "You have a nice smile." He said poking my cheek. I blushed under his touch. "You should wear it more often." He muttered. Harry came closer to me closing the distance of us and I wasn't sure what was going to happen next.

Just minutes ago we were arguing and calling each other rude names. Now here we are..flirting?

I took a step back to keep distance from us. I need to show him I am not going to fall for these little stunts he is pulling. I need to remember he is a rude jerk that has no filter in what he says.

Don't get me wrong though, he is a cute jerk. There I said it, I think Harry is cute.

"What time do you usually go to bed?" Harry asked. "Around ten thirty, why?" "Well it's ten now, so I was thinking we can go back to my room-" "We're really going to be both sleeping in your bed?" "Well it's a king so we both can fit." "We're not having sex." I needed to clarify it to him.

Harry raised his arms in the air and muttered, "Geez don't worry, besides I like to get to know the girl before I fuck her." "Have you ever had sex in your bed?" I questioned following him to his room. Harry shook his head slipping his clothes off. He only stood in front of me in his black boxer briefs. His body, it was completely filled with tattoos, and a.. nipple piercing.

"Nice piercing." I said smirking eyeing his body. Harry was well built. He had abs but they weren't bulging and gross. He had a really, really nice body. Tattoos included.

"Do you need anything to wear to sleep in?" He asked slipping into the bed. I shook my head. Should I change? I am practically in pajamas. Not the most comfortable but appropriate for sleeping with a guy.

"Oh come on don't tell me you're sleeping in that." Harry said eyeing my clothes. "It's all I have." I argued back. "I'm offering you clothes, take them or take those off." I shook my head. "At least take off the sweats." I sighed but nodded. I slipped of my sweats looking down. Well at least I changed my underwear.

I unclipped my bra from under my shirt and slid it off and put it in my pile of clothes by the bed. "And the bra comes off too, wow I am impressed." Harry said smirking. I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him.

I got into the bed trying to keep my distance from him. If I get closer I don't know how much longer I could resist on not pouncing on his body. I tucked my body under the covers trying not to touch him. Harry didn't agree on that though. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer.

I laid my head on his chest not sure what the hell I was doing. I never really cuddled with anyone before. I mean after sex yeah I snuggled for like five minutes and then either left or fell alseep. I'm so inexperienced with mushy kind of stuff, like cuddling, kissing, hugging, talking on the phone, the list can go on and on.

"This is nice." Harry stated. The room was dark, the only light in the room was from the bedroom window shining on his face. Harry looked down at me and smirked. "What?" He asked. "What's nice?" I questioned. "Us being civil with one another." I nodded my head slowly. I did have to agree this was different, but a good different.

I never expected I would be in some punk boy's apartment in his room with just him and I. Cuddling with barely clothes on. No sex, no kissing, just cuddling. The strange thing is I know very little of him and him of me.

"Is Harry your real name?" I asked. "No it's Harold, Harold Edward Styles." He mumbled. "Mine's Lacey Williams." I said. "What's your middle name." "Annabelle." I yawned out. "Cute." Harry said.

Harry stretched his body out wrapping his arm around me once again.

"So what made you join the Navy?" Harry questioned. "College didn't seem fit for me, I could barely keep up with my school work when I was in college prep. so how would I make it in college?" "That's a bit harsh to say about yourself, don't you think?" I shrugged. Harry looked down at my face. "You think low of yourself don't you?" "I wouldn't say I think low of myself, just reality sets in." "I'm guessing you have low self esteem issues?" Harry asked sitting up. "I don't think I do, isn't that when you feel bad about yourself so you make fun of others to feel better about yourself." "It's not only that, it's also like when you think poorly of yourself so you never try to put yourself in safe situations." "Harry I do not think lowly of myself, and besides I do not put myself in 'safe situations,' I'm here with you aren't I?" I questioned smirking.

Harry's face changed from cheery to stone called.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He muttered glaring at me. "Nothing I'm just joking." I said. Harry shoved me off of him and rolled over on his side. "Your humor is no where near funny." Harry declared next to me. I sighed flipping my body over.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled feeling the bed sheets in between my fingers. "Good night, Lacey." Harry muttered. I stared down at the floor feeling horrible, I didn't mean to hurt his feelings.