Corruption™ (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter Five

I woke up the next morning to a shivering going down my spine from kisses Harry was trailing down my neck. I used my hand to shoo him away, gaining a light chuckle from him. As soon as I was facing him he attacked my lips with his. I smiled into the kiss, being happy that last night had happened. Most of all, I was happy that he stayed.

"Harry," I giggled as he playfully nibbled on my neck. "I need to see if my dad's home. You need to stay in here...and be quiet."

I got up from the bed and went to my dresser, bending down to reach the bottom drawer. Harry groaned behind me. Well maybe he shouldn't stare. I took out a pair of baggy sweatpants and pulled them up, rolling up the top. Afterwards I shed Harry's t shirt and replaced it with a tank top, making sure it was showing some skin below my belly button to make it look like I'd been sleeping in it. I pressed my finger to my lips, signalling for Harry to be quiet as I slinked out of the room, closing the door behind me, and down the hall.

When I got to the kitchen, I heard the clink of a coffee mug and knew that my dad was home. I mean, who else would it be? He looked up at me questioningly.

“Morning Dad,” I said politely.

“Morning kiddo,” he replied with a smile.

“Is something wrong? You looked at me kind of funny…”

“Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart. I was just wondering why your hair wasn’t up. You’ve never slept with it down since you were twelve.”

“I was so exhausted last night that I fell asleep whilst I was studying and I didn’t get to my hair.”

He nodded, seeming to believe my lie. Well this isn’t so bad. He’s not interrogating me like I had thought he might.

“Well, I better get going. I have the seven o’clock shift today,” he announced.

“Okay. See you later Dad.”

“See ya, honey.”

He dumped his cup in the sink, grabbed his lab coat, and was out the door. Once I heard the car pull out of the drive and speed away, I let out a massive sigh of relief. Thank the heavens, he didn’t suspect a thing! I don’t usually lie to anyone, but I couldn’t exactly tell him about what happened last night, now can I? Well, I could, but he would flip his lid and that is not a sight that I’d like to see anytime soon.

I quickly remembered that I had left Harry in my room and needed to tell him the coast was clear. Making my way back to the steps, I couldn’t help but replay the past night’s events in my head. Everything happened so fast. It was all in the spur of the moment, as they say. Did I really even feel that way about him? Did he really feel that way about me, or was he just trying to get into my pants? Ugh, so many questions are making my brain hurt. I don’t know the answer to any of them and it’s quite frustrating.

As I opened the door, I immediately noticed Harry getting his clothes on. My cheeks began to heat up as a blush crept up on them. The way his muscles contracted with every move was just invigorating.

Wait…what am I talking about? Have I gone mental? I’m beginning to think so. We hated each other, didn’t we? How did we end up in this situation? Why am I having such preposterous thoughts about this boy that is basically a stranger to me? I know nothing about him and he slept in my bed almost naked with his arm around my waist. The most intriguing portion of this to me is the fact that I allowed it to happen. What was I thinking? Oh, that’s right, I wasn’t thinking.

“Harry, I… I’m sorry about,” I started to say.

“Don’t apologise for what happened last night. It stays between us, okay? This never happened.”