You Couldn't Understand

Fuck, so much for not giving in... It's nearly impossible to not want him, but that's the thing- every girl wants him and quite a few have had him. Who even knows what number I am... As I think this all through in about two seconds, Harry's eyes grow more and more filled with desire. He has me pinned to the floor, and from this angle, his shirtless body is looking quite good.

The thoughts are pushed out of my mind as Harry's eyes flick down to my lips and he bites his. Before I can think of a solution to my current situation, he slams his mouth onto mine. I find my body reacting naturally and kissing him back.

"So," he smirks as he pulls away, "how about that shirt?"

Before I can argue, Harry reaches down and slides my shirt over my head. I'm left in my black -very unsexy, very boring- bra. His eyes flicker over my now-bare stomach and his mouth twists into a grin before he presses his lips to mine again, this time slowly and deliberately. My brain is trying to remind me that I don't want this, but it feels so good that I can't form a coherent thought or make myself move.

Harry vey slowly kisses me and slides his tongue into my mouth, licking my lips and exploring the new territory. We move together, getting to know each other's mouths and the feeling of our bodies pressed together. Harry sucks on my lip and bites it before pulling away to look at me.

"I knew you couldn't resist me," he smirks down at me.

I push him off of me and sit up so that we're left sitting on the bathroom floor facing each other. For a few minutes, we just look at each other- both of us clearly deep in thought. I'm the first to break the silence.

"I could resist you."

Harry's eyes flash with something unidentifiable before he responds, "wanna bet?"

"Bet? What, money?"

"If you can resist me, I leave you alone. If you can't, you let me take you on a date."

I think this over for a moment before nodding okay, I mean, what's he going to do? Whip his dick out and try to have sex with me? No. We're in a school bathroom. I can resist even Harry Styles in a school bathroom.

What I don't expect is his next move. He doesn't try to kiss me or pin me down again. He simply moves his hand over to touch mine. He traces slow movements on the back of my hand as if he's writing something before sliding his fingers up my arm, causing chills to run down my spine. Next, his fingers move to slowly play with the tiny black bow on my bra. I watch him with interest as his eyes trace up and down my body. I'm not embarrassed or uncomfortable, simply fascinated observing him observe me.

After a moment, he leans forward to run his lips along my neck ever so lightly, before whispering in my ear, "before the end of the next two minutes, you'll be begging me to kiss you."

His lips move to nibble on my ear slightly, causing my breath to catch in my throat. It becomes harder to play cool as he carefully makes his way down my neck and stomach- never kissing, only touching lightly. His fingers move to stroke my waist as his tongue slides out to run along my hips, making me shiver in a way I didn't know I could. His mouth continues to trace my body extremely lightly, his lips touching but not kissing, his hands roaming all around.

It's absolutely maddening. My entire body is both bursting with heat and shaking with chills at his touch. I feel him everywhere and all around me, and he is right in knowing that I would want him. After a minute or so, I'm pulling his face up to meet mine. I look him in the eyes for a moment before speaking.

"One date. But you have got to kiss me first."

Harry wastes no time colliding his lips into mine. This time it's hot and hard and fast. In a matter of seconds, we're both in our underwear and our bodies are pressed together as much as is physically possible.

I can't help but let out a giggle, bringing the makeout session to a slight halt, "when do you think the last time they cleaned these floors was?"

"You should see the boys'," he chuckles before planting another kiss on my lips.

He kisses his way down the same trail he followed previously, this time much faster and less deliberate. But he doesn't stop when he reaches my waist. He looks up at me as he removes my underwear, causing me to flinch as my bottom makes contact with the cold floor of the bathroom.

Just as Harry's face disappears between my legs, a loud banging on the door causes both of us to fly into a standing position.

"Who's in there?!" We hear the voice of our principle shout through the door.

"What do we do?!" I whisper frantically to Harry.

"Hold on," he replies in the same hushed tone before raising his voice to respond to the adult, "it's Harry sir, and one of my friends. Give us a moment."

Oddly enough, there is silence on the other end as the two of us pull our clothes on. I am stunned by what I was about to let happen. And on the bathroom floor at school for godssake. This just goes to show that Harry Styles is not to be trusted. He turns my brain to mush and my body into a being of pure want.

Once we're both clothed, Harry unlocks the door and opens it to greet the scowling old man standing outside.

"Hello, sir, how are you today?" Harry chirps.

"What do you think you're doing in a locked bathroom with a girl during class??" The man replies, ignoring Harry's question.

"Oh, well you see, I got rather injured. And rather than bother the nurse, I figured Jamie and I could just clean me up in the bathroom. Didn't want any girls walking in to use the loo though. Not with a boy in the room."

"uh... Huh.. Well.. Er.. Next time, go to the nurse," he replied before turning to walk away, "and Mr. Styles, please don't make me expel you when you're so close to being done."

"I don't plan to, sir," Harry grins in return.

I am utterly in awe as we watch as the principal walks away down the hall, waiting a moment before turning to speak to one another.

"How the hell did you do that?" I ask.

"What, deal with Ken? He's easy. Doesn't want to get me in any more trouble than he has to."

I'm speechless at this statement and left wondering if there is anyone that Harry doesn't control in this world. My thoughts are interrupted as he leans down to kiss me on the forehead.

"I've gotta get to class, love," he states before leaning down to whisper in my ear, "and I plan on finishing up what we had later."

With a wink, Harry walks away. Leaving me watching him and wondering what the hell I'm going to do about this boy that seems to be a problem without a solution.

Notes

Hullo! Please don't hate me for taking so long.. I am truly sorry. But here it is! And I will be writing more often. I love you all! Rate and subscribe, lovelies(:

-JKM