Ch. 6. Two could play at this game.
"is he your boyfriend yet?" My dad asked when I finally came home from Nes' house.
I looked at him with my eyebrows pushed together. "What?"
"I'm not an idiot, Bells I'm your dad," he said putting the mail down, as I put my bag down next to the door, "you've been hanging out with him for a while, but you never brought him over."
"Dad, how'd you find out?" I walked over to him. He handed me a folded in half news paper. I unfolded it seeing what seems like me and Harry on the grass kissing. "Holy fuck." I whispered to myself.
I looked up at my dad, who had worry eyes. "You know you could trust me with anything right?" I nodded, as he walked over to me snaking his arms around me protectively. "Now, go change and meet me in my room, and you'll tell me why you're crying."
I touched my cheek realizing that's why he was being so protective.I took a deep breath, and nodded. I went to my room and searched through my draws for something comfortable to wear. I looked at my bed realizing there was a white box on it. I pushed my eyebrows together walking to it noticing a white note taped to it.
'I wanted to give you this on my last day back, but I couldn't wait to see you wearing it. I hope you enjoy it. Dimples Xx'
I looked around the room confused, but I still couldn't help but smile. I threw the top off and noticed it was a grey Jack Willis jumper. My jaw dropped to the floor as I took off the shirt I was wearing, throwing it on the ground then grabbing a black tank top and slipping it on. I slowly put my arm through the sleeve smelling a fimilar colonge.
I pushed my eyebrows together looking around suspiciously. I put my other arm in the sleeve then zipped it up half way. I covered my face with my hands and realized it was the sweater that smelled just like him. I small smile grew on my face.
I changed into a pair of my all time favorite black sweats, there was nothing really special about them, they were just comfortable, and sometimes made my butt look big. I walked into my dads room and sat on the bed next to him.
I don't know how to begin but somehow I did. "This girl Leah, said for me to teach Harry Styles a lession. Apperantly, since you didn't do your reseach dad." I said as he handed me my favorite haagen dazs strawberry ice cream. "Harry used to live in this small town before we moved here, he was this huge player before he went on the X Factor. Now he's in this big time boy band One Direction." My dad nodded with every sentence I said. "Leah said to try to break his heart, since I'm a fresh face. I agreed, and me being an idiot I fell into his charm."
"I noticed since you're wearing the sweater he left." My dad said before taking a full spoon full of his ice cream.
I wrapped my arms around myself. "It's comfortable."
"And smells just like him." I bit my bottom lip before my phone went off. I took it out of my pocket and stared at it blankly. I tossed it on the bed not knowing what to do.
"The hell do I do?"
"Answer it?" My dad questioned me being a teenage girl. I pressed accpeted and put it on speaker.
"Hello."
"Bunny ... Erm, what are you doing tonight?"
"I'm spending some time with my dad, why?"
"Actually," my dad came into the conversation, "I'm gonna head to bed, I'm tired of listening to your problems." My dad joked, kissing my temple.
I heard Harry laugh on the other line. "Well, do you think you can come over?"
I glared at my father, who was trying not to laugh. "For what?"
"Just ... So I won't be alone." I could tell he was hiding something. I started thinking about the list. Should I make something up and ignore him, or should I just go over?
"Come pick me up." I said taking my hair out of the messy bun that was on top of my head.
"Bella, I think Harry would've want to see you like that." My dad yelled from his room as I went into the bathroom.
"Like what?" Harry asked.
"She had her hair up in a bun, if I do say she looked absolutly adorable." My dad said as I fixed my wavey hair in the mirror.
"Dad!" I said in a hush tone.
My dad laughed and walked up to me kissing my forehead. "Have fun sweetie."
I smiled at my father through the mirror as he left. "I'm almost there." Harry said.
"I didn't know I was keeping you company while you walk to my house." I said slipping on my orignal Chuck Taylors.
"You don't like keeping me company?" I could tell there was a smirk on his face.
"Nope." I said popping the 'p'
"Oh, so then maybe I won't come pick you up." I smirked, spraying my vanilla perfume on.
"Are you still walking?"
"Maybe." I heard the door bell from Harry's line and downstairs.
I giggled. "Wait, there's someone more important downstairs." I jogged down the stairs to the door, I ran my fingers through my hair before I opened it, seeing a mop of curls stand before me. "Oh, no it's just some twit." I laughed hanging up my phone, and putting it in the pocket of my sweats.
"Hello there beautiful." He smiled bringing those dimples onto his cheeks.
"Hi." I said as if I didn't want to see me.
Harry put his arms to his sides and my feet basically ran into him. I felt his strong arms snake around me, as I laid my head on his chest. I did miss him, even if I saw him a few hours ago. How the hell did this happen to me so quickly?
"You smell good." He said finally breaking the silence. I giggled trying to hold back the tears.
"You're an idiot." I said breaking the hug. "Let's go."
"Aren't you suppose to have bags?" Harry asked. I pushed my eyebrows together confused. "I forgot to ask you, can you sleep over?"
I chuckled. "Why?"
"Because I want to see more of you before ... I leave." I bit the inside of my lip.
"Fine, come with me." I said grabbing his wrist, I saw. cheeky smile on his face as he slamed the door behind us. "Jeez, why don't you wake up my dad?" I joked opening the door to my room as Harry walked in behind me. I grabbed my backpack and started taking out the books I wouldn't need for tomorrow. Thank God it's Friday. I only had two classes tomorrow, so one notebook. I opened my closet and took out a pair of black fitted jeans and a white tee. I turned around seeing Harry going through my underwear draw. I walked over to the nosey curl haired boy.
"Having fun?" I whispered behind him.Harry jumped up shutting the draw closed. He turned around putting and adorable smile on his face.
"What are you talking about?"
"Nice one you little pig, don't touch my stuff, I'll kill you." I smiled sweetly before ruffing his hair. I opened the draw grabbing a pair of underwear and throwing them in my bag. "Let's go before I change my mind."
"You sure, your mom wouldn't mind me sleeping over?" I asked as I dropped my bag at the corner of Harry's bed.
"No one's home, Gemma's with her Jeremy again, and mom's out with step dad. Now there's nothing to worry about." He said putting his hands on my shoulders trying to reassure me. I nodded relaxing myself.
There's nothing I should be freaking out about, Harry's just ... A player ... An expriment, nothing more. I bit the inside of my lip, knowing I was throwing lies around in my head. "What are we even going to do?" I asked looking into his big green eyes. I looked away quickly remembering rule number seven; no eye contact.
"Well, I think I have an idea." Harry said leaning closer to me. His eyes fluttered shut, as my breath got caught in my throat. I hadn't know what to do, I want to kiss him. Hell I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to kiss him. I bit my lip as out nose touched, and I realized how I could work this out.
"You have to catch me first Dimples." I said putting my hands flat on his chest, before running out of his rooms and down the stairs.
"You think this is funny Bunny?" He yelled behind me as I ran around the kitchen counter about four times before stopping in the middle as he did.
"No not at all." I laughed loudly.
"You know what's ironic Bunny?"
"What Dimples? Enlighten me."
"i call you Bunny, but you're not as fast as one." He said before jumping over the counter. I turned around to run out of his grasp, but his strong arms wrapped around me quickly pulling me into his embrace. "Gotcha." He whispered into my ear as I turned around facing him.
Harry didn't waste time, he pressed his lips on my sending a shock through my body, but my arms automatically wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to me. His lips moved with mine in sync, I felt butterflies flap their wings in my stomach.
Then I heard the front door close. "Hareehhh!!" I heard a male's voice yell. I pulled away quickly, as I saw four heads at the kitchen entrance staring. "Harreeehh water you doin'!!" I notcied the guy from the video diaries. It was Zayn yelling.
Harry let go of me. "What are you guys doing here?" He smiled walking to the guys hugging them.
"We thought we'd come visit you by surprise," the blond headed one said, Niall right? He was the only Irish one, "but seems like you're busy."
"Actually, I came here to ask about the newspaper." Liam said handing Harry a newpaper.
I facepalmed myself, fuck how could I forget to tell Harry we were front of the paper.
"Seems like blondie over there knows what we're talking about." The last boy said; Louis obviously. He walked over to me and stook his hand out. "Louis," he smiled.
I shook it. "Bella." I smiled back.
"I'm assuming you're the girl on first page?" He asked uncertain.
I smirked, "sadly."
Niall began laughing. "Seems like you've got a tough one there Haz." He whispered to the curly haired boy, but failed.
"You don't even know." Harry said back.
"How long has Hazza here had you around?" Louis asked.
"What?" I asked.
"Lou!" Harry shouted.
"Come on Haz, let her answer." The chestnut haired boy said not taking his eyes off me.
"Louis, stop." Liam demanded.
I bit my lip trying not to smile. Maybe Harry was what Leah told me he was; a player. Nothing more, nothing less. That's what I had to treat him like. I fell for the wrong guy, but let's see how fun this game could be.
"Well wasn't this fun." I said, walking out of the kitchen.
"Bells wait." Harry said I stalked away up the stairs. I went into the bathroom and made sure it was locked. I took out my phone texting Nes, I needed someone, anyone to speak to and I knew Nes would be there for me no matter what. She always has been.
'Babe, I need you.' I pressed send feeling my hand moist. I touched my cheek realizing I had started to cry. Fuck. My. Life.
'What did he do?' Ness texted back quickly. I texted her telling her everything, from once I left her to, to my dad giving my ice cream and listening to my problems and from Harry asking me to sleep over, the chasing he did, Louis pushing his friend under the bus, how much I feel like an idiot for falling for a guy so quickly.
'i don't know what to say except stop playing with the player of he game.'
'No, this gives me more of a reason to do this, he wants to mess with my heart, I'm going to mess with his.'
'Bella, you're so stubborn.' I smiled at the text, I loved my best friend telling me the truth. Gives me more of a reason to love her. Yeah, that may sound stupid, but I want someone to be honest with me in my life, and Ness is one of them. There was a knock on the door breaking me from my thought.
"Bunny." I heard the husky soft voice ask. I shook my head noticing he can't see me.
"Let me explain." He said. I stood up, looking at myself in the mirror. I wipped the tears sway from my cheeks and made it seem like I wasn't even crying. Time to show him who's daddy. I opened the door and walked right pass him. "Bunny." He groaned following me down the stairs.
"Yes?"
"Let me explain."
"Why? It wouldn't change anything." I walked into the kitchen again realizing they were still there.
I saw Liam hit Louis' arm pushing him foward a little bit. "I was just being honest." He whispered to Liam. Liam pushed him again, before Louis sighed. "Bella, I'm sorry for how I acted." He said through his teeth.
I smirked grabbing the orange jucie. "Jeez she's fit." I heard Zayn say.
"Doesn't matter, like I said, it wouldn't change anything." I grabbed a blue cup placing it on the counter next to the orange jucie. I looked at all five boys watching me. "Now would it?" The shook their heads. "And don't take Harry's dirty work, what you said Louis was right, you were being honest."
"But you're still mad at me." Harry said looking at the ground.
"A little."
"And what can I do to make up for it?" I smirked.
"Do I really have to do this?" He asked holding the baking soda in his right hand, leaning over the kitchen sink.
"If you want me to stop being mad at you." I whispered in his ear seductivly. Harry looked at me as if he was trying to analyze my face. I was telling the truth, if he did this challenge I would stop being mad at him.
"Fine." He said looking at me as all the boys began to gather around. "But kiss me first."
"I'm not kissing you for a long time Dimples." I said grabbing the baking soda out of his hand and pouring some into his mouth.
Harry groaned.
"Ready?" Louis asked grabbing the viniger out of my hand. And pouring it into Harry's mouth. I began to laugh as Harry closed his eyes shut and a white foam began to form in his mouth. Louis and I began laughing as the other boys recorded Harry's reaction.
"Spit it out idiot!" I yelled realizing he was about to choke on it. Harry dropped his head into the sink spitting out the white foam. I began laughing with all of the boys. Harry turned on the sink and began rinsing his mouth out.
"How does it feel?" I asked laughing still.
"My mouth is numb." He said putting the water in his mouth before spitting it back out. "I can't feel my toung."
"I forgive you now." I said laughing.
"Kiss me please." He said spitting the water out one last time before turning it off.
"No, I told you I'm not kissing you for a long time."
"Not for my pleassure just to see if my mouth still works."
"You're talking aren't you?" He narrowed his eyes at me. "Ugh, fine." I grabbed his neck pulling our lips together, his lips tried moving with mine, but it ended up being a sloppy kiss. I felt his toung entering my mouth slowly sending my heart rate to fasten.
I pulled away. "You jerk!"
"I didn't mean to do that!"
"Yeah, okay! I'm going to bed!"
"We're gonna be leaving now, we don't want to see that." I laughed at Liam's responce. "It was nice meeting you Bella."
"Dido." I smiled at the boys leaving saying their goodbyes.
Harry turned around with his eyebrows pushed together. "Go on. Go upstairs."
"Where am I sleeping?" I asked thinking it would most likely be the couch.
"With me?" He raised an eyebrow confused. I pushed my eyebrows together, I'm not an idiot, he's a teenage boy.
"No, I won't try to do anything."
"Why can't I sleep on the couch?"
"Would you sleep on the couch at your best friends house?" I began to laugh. Knowing how close me and Nes were I would sleep in the same bed as her, hell we'll spoon.
"Exactly, now march your butt up those stairs." I stuck my toung at him.
"Shut up Dimples." I said jogging up the stairs.
Harry's room was cold, really cold. I zipped up the sweater sitting on his bed. I watched as he took off his shirt, his tan muscular back being exposed. I bit my bottom lip watching him unbuckling his belt. I looked up his tones torso realizing he was staring at me with a flirty smirk on his face.
'Just be sexy.' I thought. Doesn't seem that hard, Harry already seems seduce if you frigging wink at him. I walked over to him wrapping my arms around his neck.
He leaned in laying his forhead on mine softly, his arms snaked around my waist. Slowly we began to move side to side, a smile came on my face as I realized we were dancing to no music.
'Sexy, not romantic.' I thought. I licked my lips looking at Harry's soft pink ones. I knew those lips could do magic, hell that's how he got all those girls to sleep with him. But I'm not one of those girls, I'm just playing with his heart ... Sadly.
I leaned in pressing those pretty pink lips on mine. For that one moment, I felt everything freeze. As if we were the only people in this world. A shiver went down my spine, my heart stopped completely.
I think this is what one of those movie kisses feels like; you know what I'm talking about. You start dancing with the guy, no music, you just look into each other's eyes and all you could do is smile. No reason, you just can't help yourself. Then when you kiss, it's the one kiss that had lust, love, every emotion in that one simple kiss.
I moved my lips against his feeling his hands grip my hips. My index and middle fingers put a curl inbetween them, twist it. I felt Harry's lips curve, which caused me to press my lips harder on his. His finger pressed into my hip, I could still feel the smirk on his lips. My tounge grazed his bottom lip asking for an entrance, but he pressed his lips tigher together.
I pulled away from the kiss laughing. "I'm going to bed, you tease." I walked over to his bed kicking off my shoes.
I laid in the middle of the bed, pulling the blue blanket over my body to my shoulders. I heard Harry's pants dropping to the floor and foot steps walking over to the bed.
'Please don't be naked. Please don't be naked.' I begged in my thoughts.
I felt Harry hover over my laying next to the wall. I felt his body heat under the blanket, and his arm pulling me closer to him. My arm laid around his waist right above the rim of his boxers. I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulders realizing he had something on. I laid my head on his chest hearing he steady heart beat. His hands making circles on the small of my back since the sweater rised up a bit.
"I see you like the sweater." He whispered.
"Thank you for it by the way." I smiled softly. Slowly drifting to sleep.
"It was mine, but you're welcome."