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Corruption™ (Punk Harry Styles)

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So, we get halfway through the week, meaning its Wednesday, and I haven’t seen Harry anywhere. You find it strange that I’m looking for him, don’t you?

Well, listen, I woke up in his bed with just a t shirt, which was also his, and my undergarments on. Don’t you think you would want an explanation as well? That’s what I thought.

Maybe he’s avoiding me. But why would he be avoiding me? Unless he lied and something really did happen between us when I was drunk, there’s no reason to stay away from me. Besides, he should tell me if something did go down.

You know, I’ll worry about this later. Right now I need to focus on seeing if I remember how to get to my maths class.

As I walked down the hallway, I turned multiple corners and still hadn’t found the room. Where could it be? I knew the music room was down here; maybe Mr Bernd could help me out.

Whilst I neared the room, I heard soft strumming of a guitar and the very faint sound of a voice singing. I couldn’t tell if they were any good because, like I said, it was very faint.

After deciding it was probably just Mr Bernd practicing for one of his classes, I twisted the knob and pulled back the door. In order to try not to scare the life out of him, I let the door make a noise as it shut. The strumming of the guitar stopped instantly as I crept down the little corridor into the full room. When I got there I was beyond confused, but also relieved.

“Harry? What are you doing here?” I quizzed.

“I could ask you the same. Shouldn’t you be getting to class?” He asked as he set the guitar down, leaning it against the wall.

“Look who’s talking,” I scoffed. “Besides, I would be there if I could remember how to get to the room.”

“Go right out of this room, down the hall, turn left and he’s the second door on the right-hand side.”

“Don’t think you’re getting away so quickly. I want to know what happened on Saturday night at the party…why I woke up wearing your shirt and hardly anything else.”

“You’re going to hate yourself if I tell you, Jade.”

“God, what do I need to do to get you to tell me? Give you a lap dance?”

“That is pretty tempting.”

“I wasn’t being serious.”

“Well that’s too bad. I guess you’ll never know.”

“Harryyyy,” I whined. He just smirked at me. Jack ass.

“Seriously, I’ll do anything if you just tell me,” I begged.

“Anything?” he clarified sounding intrigued.

Anything.” Oh dear God, what have I just gotten myself into.

“Okay, fine.”

Harry paced the room for a few minutes thinking whilst I stood there nervously. Honestly, I’m terrified to find out what he’s thinking about. What if it has to do with me in his bedroom again? I really don’t want that.

God, I’m so stupid. If I could, I would go hit my head against the wall repeatedly for the amount of my stupidity. You never know, maybe it could knock some sense into me. That’d be nice for a change.

“Go out with me tonight,” he spoke catching me completely off guard.

“Sorry?” I said with a raised eyebrow.

“You know what I said. So, will you?” He didn’t seem fazed at all. In fact he seemed to be portraying more confidence.

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Chapter Four


Harry Stylesas himself
Shailene Woodleyas Jade Simmons
Liam Payneas himself
Louis Tomlinsonas himself
Niall Horanas himself
Zayn Malikas himself
Kate Walshas Miranda
Amy Brennemanas Heidi Simmons
Claire Holtas Allie
Gemma Stylesas Melissa (Mel)

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