Sleeping With The Enemy (Harry Styles)

Chapter 15

Sleeping With The Enemy

 

Chapter 15:

 

-Jane's POV-

I was walked home, Harry following me until I was stood on my porch. I frowned, seeing that I was still dripping wet, my goosebumps becoming more visible.

"Here, take my jacket." He offered, immediately slipping it off and setting them on my shoulders.

"I didn't say I wanted it." I retorted.

"Well it wasn't a question in the first place." He rose an eyebrow, taking one step forward.

Okay come on Jane, you have got to get yourself to at least pretend to like him. I have no idea how many times I have tried reminding myself that.

I took one step back, teasing him as he frowned, cornering me, his tall figure towering over me.

Without question, Harry takes this advantage to kiss me.

His soft lips came in contact with mine, shoving me against my wall making me ring the doorbell with my back.

His laugh echoed my mouth as my eyes fluttered closed, my lips moving in contact with his. 

Harry's tongue immediately pries my lips open slightly so it could enter as I take a deep breath in, my arms wrapping around his neck. My tongue also found his, having this little fight as I took in his unbelievably amazing scent.

Once we pulled away, I was panting at the sort of affection he was showing, as he chuckled. 

Ugh. Is it bad to say that I enjoyed it just a little bit? Yeah, just a little bit.

"I'll pick you up at 7." His lips were touching my neck slightly.

He pressed a light kiss just where my jaw and neck connected as he withdrew with a satisfied smile.

"Oh and wear something pretty." Harry says once he was already a distance away.

My eyes were still staring at him in shock as I watched his silhouette disappear.

I brought my hand up to my mouth, my fingers tips brushing my lips. I never knew his kiss would have taken me aback this much.

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-Jane's POV-

I take a look in my full length mirror, observing the outfit I picked. It was the complete opposite to pretty, because I couldn't really pick the right outfit where Harry wouldn't really be staring me up and down and touching me in places where I didn't even want to be touched.

Groaning, I walked back to my closet, as I glared at the time while I did.

It would be ten minutes before he got here, and I wasn't even ready, nor did I have my hair styled, and nor did I have my make up on.

I accidentally overslept.. 

I mean as soon as I got inside my house, I plopped onto the couch not bothering to take off the jacket Harry gave me. I mean it was warm and cozy. I somehow had this protectiveness over the jacket, knowing that I would be dead somehow if I got a stain on it.