"You're a teenage girl, you should be having fun while you still can." Zayn shook his head and sat back in his seat. We were at a small coffee shop after school and it was Friday, the Friday of Niall's party. "Harry said no, he's probably gonna make me stay up in my room again. God, I should've known not to throw him with that orange yesterday." I sighed. He wouldn't give me my phone back and I lost all control, I threw the first thing I could get my hands on. "You know, I could come and take you to the party." He took a sip from his hot chocolate and smirked the same smirk I've been seeing since I met him. "You know that won't work. He's probably gonna be up all night to check on me."
"You know, you can just tell him that you're going to bed early and like climb out your window. I'll wait for you across the street. I'll get you to that party and I'll take you back home after."
"You'd seriously do that for me?" I grinned widely, showing of my teeth. "Of course. Harry is taking this shit way too far. Just because you two don't get along doesn't mean he gets to ruin your whole teenage life. Now is the time that you should be going to parties, experiencing new things and making mistakes to learn from. Harry should know that, I mean he went through this too. So be outside by 9pm and I'll take you to your friend's house, okay?"
"What if Harry finds out?" Zayn signed for the waiter to bring the bill, before turning his attention back to me, "Then I'll deal with him, okay?" I nodded and thanked him quietly. The waiter came back with the bill and Zayn insisted that he'd pay.
"Well, I'll see you at nine then. I had a nice time with you, Emily." He awkwardly raised his arms and threw them around my neck. "I had a nice time too and thanks for the drink, and that you're taking me there tonight." I smiled. We pulled apart and he yet again had a smirk on his face. "See you later." I smiled, turning around. I walked out of the warm shop and adjusted my blue scarf without watching where I was going. "Emily?" I bumped into someone and nearly had a heart attack right on the spot. "Em, what are you doing here?" Harry asked, pulling his eyebrows together. "Harry? You're here. Woa, uh, what's up?" He raised an eyebrow and scanned his eyes over what was behind me. "Who are you here with?"
"With ah, Zayn. That guy I told you about? Yeah, we ran into each other and he offered me hot chocolate." I smirked. "Zayn? Ah is he still here? I'd love to meet him?" He pulled us both out of the way when a rather large man tried to walk past. "No, he left like 5 seconds ago."
"Damn, alright, well let's head home then." He plastered the fakes smiled I had ever seen over his georges lips and took my arm, dragging me to his car. "So why are you here? At this shopping center at this hour, aren't you suppose to be at that fucking window of yours making sure I come home?"
"Nope, actually Taylor wanted to have something to eat, and I suggested the Italian restaurant down the road. I was walking back to my car when I thought I saw you." I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from making some silly sex comment and got into his car while he ran around it. He got in and started it, music blasting through the speakers as he did so. "So did you and this boy have a nice time?" He clenched his jaw as he reversed from the parking lot, "Yeah, we had a realllllly nice time." I exaggerated. Zayn had become someone who I would want as a guy best friend, who's throat I could shove my tongue down and then act like nothing happened after. Harry on the other hand, every time I thought of him, this weird feeling would fill my lungs and this burning, craving sensation would fill my being. I would look at his body and feel like a 13 year old seeing porn for the first time. There was nothing I wanted more than him onto of me, between my thighs, me on my kneed in front of him, sounds, filthy sounds leaving his gorgeous full lips, his hands on my breasts, his tongue on my skin. I could go on for ages. He was the man haunting my wet-dream now. But then came that feeling of annoyance and hate when I thought of his personality.
"Did you guys... Did you just... Go out for something to drink?" He glanced over at me and I nodded, "Yeah," I smirked and quietly added, "-bodily fluids." The car came to a heavy break and I nearly hit my head against the windshield. "Dude what the fuck?"
"Bodily fluids?" He raised his voice. He didn't look at me, his eyes were before him and I had to glance around to make sure no cars were around. Thankfully we were the only people on the road. "Did you suck his fucking dick? Did he....lick you?" He finally turned to me, his eyes dark and his jaw clenched tighter than ever before. "I was joking, okay? He only took me out for some hot chocolate!" I frowned and watched as he collected himself again. He started the car and drove down the road calmly, "Are you seriously acting like nothing happened? You almost had me flying through the window now!"
"Well, what do you expect. Your mum is paying me one hell of a lot of money to keep you safe. I don't want you getting pregnant and her taking my paycheck away, I'm only concerned about you for the money." Ouch.
"By the way, blow jobs don't get you pregnant." I said quietly. Harry didn't answer. He continued driving and turned the radio back up to block my huffs and puffs out.
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"Where the fuck are you." I muttered. My dress was short and my heels were high. It was cold and windy outside and I was waiting for Zayn. He was 10 minutes late and I was wondering if he was even gonna show up. I had managed to sneak out of the front door successfully after telling Harry I was tired and leaving him to go to bed before I stepped out of the front door quietly. Harry wouldn't look at me after the car ride we had, I think I preferred it that way. He should just leave me the fuck alone.
Zayn's car rolled up down the road slowly and stopped right in front of me. "What the hell, you're 10 minutes late!" I shouted quietly. "I know, but Harry called me and demanded I tell him where I was this after noon." He muttered, once I got into his car. "And? What did you tell him?"
"Told him I was out with a girl, and when he asked me what 'this girl's name was, I said that it had nothing to do with him." He smirked.
"Good boy." I grinned. He started rolling down the street and I had to give him directions to get to Niall's house, since it was just a block away, we were parked before his house in no time. Drunk teenagers were on his front lawn and inside you could hear music pumping loudly. "Thanks." I unbuckled my seat belt and turned to Zayn who was eyeing the house, "Yeah, no problem." I smiled at him one last time, before stepping out of the car. I was about to shut the door when a thought crossed my mind. I smirked and ducked down to look at Zayn, "Wanna join me? I think I need a date."
Harry's P.O.V
"Who was it?" I asked Zayn. He sighed heavily and I felt that weird feeling in my chest again, "What her name is has nothing to do with you Harry." He sighed. I banged my fist into the door before me and growled angrily, "It's fucking Emily admit it!" I looked around me, thankful to see she wasn't in the living room to hear me, she must have been in her room still. "Why would it be Emily?"
"You've been begging to meet her ever since I mentioned that she had big ass boobs. She says that she's been hanging around with a Zayn, so tell me if it's Emily." I growled.
"I have to go now, Haz. Have a date." The call ended and I was left angry and curious. It must have been Zayn. Her Zayn must be my Zayn. I chucked my phone on the couch and sighed heavily. Emily had told me that she wasn't feeling well and went to bed. I wanted to leave her to get better, but there was this bad feeling inside of me. I felt so bad about what I said in the car. I nearly had a heart attack when she told me that sick joke. I sat down on the couch and pushed the horrible feeling to the back of my head and switched the television on.
Emily's P.O.V
"Zayn." I half moaned when I felt Zayn brush his crotch against my bum again. We were on the dance floor and I was practically grinding onto him like a stripped to a pole. "I'm so hard... It's actually painful." He bucked his hips again and my stomach was filled with butterflies. I didn't know how we got from casually drinking some vodka shots, to not so casually dancing together on the dance floor. He had his chin resting on my left shoulder, his hands on my hips, and his front pressed to my back, "Bed room." I gasped when his fingers dug into my hips.
He wrapped his arms around me and started walking me towards the long staircase in the middle of Niall's living room. "I could get into so much trouble if anyone here is actually sober and knows what you and I are doing." He said into my ear. "Why?"
"First of all, I'm your teacher and then there is the fact that you're not the legal age yet." He released me and took my hand as we started running up the stairs, "The second one would only be a problem if I sleep with you." I pointed out. We got to the top of the stairs and scanned the two hallways, one on our left, and one on our right. "That one is their spare bedroom." I pointed towards the white door, which was opened wide.
He smirked once again and grabbed my waist to take me to it. Before we even reached the door, Zayn had his lips on mine. He stepped forward, pushing my back against the cold wall. Before I knew it he had both hands under my thighs and lifted me onto him. His tongue traced my bottom lip and my hands found his hair and buried themselves in there. "Open those lips." His voice was raspy and I could feel the vibration of his words on my lips. I parted them and felt his tongue slip in. He tasted like vodka mixed with smoke, for some reason I liked it and wanted to taste it for the rest of the night.
My tongue met his and slid over it softly, earning a groan from him. "Zayn, take me to the room." I said against his lips. He shook his head and pushed his tongue into my mouth again, further this time. "Zayn." I muffled.
"So you're not feeling well and going to bed then." Zayn pulled his lips from mine and rested his forehead on my left shoulder, breathing heavily. My head snapped to my right, and there he was, leaning against the wall just a meter away from Zayn and I. "Harry?"
"Who's the guy?" He couldn't see Zayn's face, since it was in my hair on the other side of him. I'm guessing when Zayn heard someone talking he had to hide his face, since 50% of the people there that night were from our school. Zayn jerked his head up and looked over at Harry. His lips started pulling into a thick grin and his arms tightened around me and got me closer to him. "Boy, you were right about this one." He pointed to my chest, "Feisty, just the way I like em." Harry let out something that sounded like a groan and a growl before launching at Zayn. I luckily landed on my feet when Zayn was pulled from me, but Zayn was pushed onto his back with Harry onto of him.
Harry's P.O.V
"Emily," I knocked on her door again, but she didn't reply. My guess was that she was asleep. I opened the door slowly and walked into her room. I could see her rolled up body under the blankets on her bed and walked over, "Em, I got you some meds." I whispered, sitting next to her. She didn't answer, didn't even move, "Emily?" I placed the glass of water and little white pill on her night stand. "Emi- what the fuck?" Once I was done removing all blankets, I was met with a whole bunch of pillows.
She tricked me! I stood up and dragged my fingers through my thick hair as I wondered where she could be. What if she was with Zayn, or went somewhere she wasn't allowed to. I couldn't even call her cause I had her phone. Then came along the thing she had been bothering me with since Monday, the fucking 'I'm gonna be an uncle' party.
I stormed from her room and went to mine, I got her phone from my night stand and was thankful that I knew her password to unlock it. I went to her contact list and found Niall's name, immediately calling it and pressing it to my ear.
"Hellllooooo." His voice was loud when he answered and I actually winced from it. Loud music and shouts were heard in the back, killing my already sore ear. "Is Emily there?"
"Yeppers, she's on the dance floor with her date." His words were running over one another and it was obvious that he had way too much to drink. "What's your address?"
"Wait, you aren't a cop right?" Agg, drunk people are annoying, "No, it's me, Nathan. I wanna see, Em." This kid was so drunk that I could tell him I was fucking Rihanna and he'd believe me.
He gave me the address and I hung up on him when he asked me how I was doing. I was at my car in an instant and starting it. His house was only a block away and I was there in no time at all.
The music could be heard from down the street and I was honestly surprised that people hadn't complained about the noise. I was out of my car, almost having some random chick throw up on me, "Sorry, man." Her drunk boyfriend smiled, helping her to the bushes.
"Have you seen Emily Baxter anywhere?" I asked a boy when I got into the house, "Emily? Yeah, her and that guy went upstairs. From the way they were dancing, I'm telling you those two are probably already naked right now." He chuckled. "When did they go up there?"
"I'd say like 2 minutes ago." I pushed past him and ran to the staircase, having to shove a few people on my way there. When I reached the top of it, there were two hallways. I was fuming, I had planed on sitting in front of the tv, drinking beer and eating crisps while watching Shameless. But of course fucking Emily and her fucking sneaking around had to ruin my Friday night.
"Open those lips." That voice, I had heard it way too many times. I turned to my right and looked down into the dark hallway. I could make out their bodies, how he had her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands in his hair, their heads moving as he kissed her.
I moved closer, till I was only a meter away from them.
"Zayn, take me to the room." She said,her lips pressed to his. He shook his head and started kissing her harder, as that weird feeling filled me up again. "Zayn." She whimpered.
"So you're not feeling well and going to bed then." I couldn't stand there and watch the act that was playing before me. I had to say something to get them to stop. He pulled his lips from hers and rested his forehead on her shoulder, away from me. I could hear his heavy breaths loud and clear.
"Harry?"
"Who's the guy?" I prayed that they didn't notice the small crack in my voice or that I was speaking like a little child who did something wrong.
He jerked his head up and looked at me. His lips started pulling into the most disgusting grin I had ever seen, and his arms tightened around her, bringing her closer. Zayn, my best friend, Zayn.
"Boy, you were right about this one." He pointed at her, almost getting his finger into her cleavage. "Feisty, just the way I like em."
I could deal with him, stealing the girl's I eyed at bars, I could deal with him telling me he slept with Taylor before me, I could even deal with the fact that he screwed my cousin while I was in the bed across from them, but I couldn't deal with the fact that he was here, in this hallway with her clinging onto him like a lost child seeing her mother again for the first time in ages. I couldn't deal with the fact that his hands were all over her legs, ass and breasts while shoving his tongue down her fucking throat. That she asked him to take her to the room. No, I could not deal with any of that.
Seeing it all play over in my head again got me making the strangest sound ever, and next thing I knew, I had him knocked onto his back.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I lifted his shoulders and banged them down onto the floor again. "I told you to stay away from her!" My fist came into contact with his jaw, and a small yelp was heard behind me, "Harry stop!" She came running towards us and tried pulling me from Zayn, but I shook her off. "You think you can go around, touching her, flirting with her, drinking hot chocolate with her when you know I've got my eyes on you? We had an agreement Zayn, you wouldn't touch her and I wouldn't touch your sister, but no! You just have to get your dick up anything with a heartbeat and fucking tits!" I banged both hands down on his chest and literally hear his oxygen being knocked from his lungs. "Harry, listen to her, stop." He chocked out. She was still going on, trying to pull me from him.
"Stop Harry, it wasn't him, I caused all of this! He had nothing to do with what happened the last few days." She finally got me to stop beating him when she said that, "What?" I got off him and stood up. "I asked him to help me. I was trying to get you pissed and to get you to just fuck off out my house and this was the only way I knew how. Ever since you stepped foot into my house you've been nothing but a pain in the ass. You take my phone, tell me I can't be with Nathan- who by the way left me two days ago because of you- and then you forbid me to leave the house, you sit at that fucking window and watch Liam and I in the mornings, then you invite Taylor and mess up my sleep by fucking her for like 5 hours straight and then you come to my room and try to kiss me after screaming at me!"
"Listen, the only reason why I do these thing is to protect you!" I banged my fist into the wall and grabbed my hair with the other. "Well stop trying!"
"You know what? Fine, from now on just go ahead, go where ever you want, stay out till fucking 5am, I don't care anymore. Go to your fucking parties and just fuck forward, do what ever the hell you want. I am fucking done. Done with you and all your fucking teenager fits." I sighed. I was exhausted. I was done, done for good. I was no longer her babysitter, just a house guest who got payed. "I'm going home, you can stay here or come with me now."
Emily's P.O.V
The ride back home was silent, completely silent. I had apologized to Zayn before Harry gave him a man hug, muttering something into his ear right before we left. When we stopped at my house, Harry went inside and left the door wide open for me. After locking up I made my way to the living room. Harry was on the couch, watching tv and I was standing in the doorway, leaning my head on it. He seemed so fragile as he sat by himself, eyes scanning over the tv. I felt bad, really bad. I don't know if it was my choice of words or the way I was speaking to him earlier, maybe even because I almost destroyed his friendship with Zayn, but I felt terrible.
I pushed my body from the wall and walked over to Harry, right in front of him, to block the tv. He silently looked up at me and leaned back on the couch. "Harry." I took his right hand into mine and brought it to my hip. He kept his eyes on mine as I slowly slid onto his lap and rested my hands on his cheeks, "Finish what you started that night." I whispered, my forehead on his. Our noses brushed together and his eyes fluttered shut, before I lightly brushed my lips against his wet ones. Our kiss was sloppy, slow, but perfect. His hands were holding my hips firmly and I was cupping his cheeks lightly. "I am so angry at you." He said softly. I ignored his little statement and pushed my tongue past his lips, to slide over his. A low moan was passed into my mouth, my body being pressed to his tightly. I think I preferred the taste of Harry over Zayn, Harry was minty and fresh, just like I imagined. "I'm making up for that." My lips traced down his jaw line and to the spot right under his ear. "Fuck, yes." He exhaled loudly. I felt the bulge in his super tight jeans twitch against me when I started sucking on his skin.
"Emily." He whimpered, so deliciously.