Crown of Thorns

I moan in pain at my throbbing head. I don't want to open my eyes, I'm still tired and warm and comfortable. I curl into myself further and frown against the queasiness in my stomach. God I feel horrible, and my bed doesn't feel right, it smells different...
My eyelids flutter open and I stare into glaring green eyes. A squeak of surprise flies out of my mouth as I flinch away from Harry. I am so surprised that my face goes fully red, I can feel it burning down to my neck. How long has he been there for!? He saw my face whilst I was unconscious?
"What-" I start and then realise where I am. In Harry's room, in his bed, under the covers- with him. I look all around me, shock and embarrassment running through me. Oh my God, oh my God. I slept here? My eyes search the room frantically, straying anywhere but Harry's face.
His room is big, bigger than mine. It's also very masculine, a lot of blues and blacks. He's got a massive desk that looks like where he should be doing homework on but looks untouched. But there are a lot of books are stacked everywhere, covering surfaces and filling up shelves. There's some clothes on the ground, a wide screen tv with game controllers underneath. It looks like every other teenage guy's bedroom.
I sit up, hugging Harry's soft sheets to my chest against the unexpected cold. My head hurts more as it pangs and throbs.
"What? Why am I here?" I ask, finally glance down at him. His green eyes are stony looking up at me. His body laying on it's side facing in my direction. He would have been facing me whilst I slept. I gulp nervously at the thought.
"You don't remember?" He responds, his voice completely flat. I try to think back and only come up with fuzzy images and faces. I don't remember much of last night at all, but I get the gist that something obviously happened.
"No, I uh," I try to think about what happened earlier, "Louis, gave me something to put in my tea." Is all I can come up with.
"Calvados," Harry rubs a hand along his jaw in a tired manner, "it's apple brandy. You got drunk last night and you got a bit out of control so I took you in here, planning to do wicked things to you but you fell asleep on me."
The last bit doesn't even register, all I hear is you got drunk.
"I was drunk!?" I whisper hysterically, horror causing me to drop the volume of my voice. Harry's green eyes flicker back to me and his lips pull down at the corners. Whatever happened last night had obviously not pleased him.
"Yes, you kissed Niall."
My hands fly up to my mouth in mortification, my cheeks burning red. I what!? I cheated? What would Sam think!?
"No, I didn't!" Surely I would remember something so humiliating as kissing Niall. Harry nods, stony resentment in his eyes. "You did. You can even go ask Niall. He wouldn't fucking shut up about it last night."
"You were watching?" I gasp, not sure why the thought makes me sick and incredibly embarrassed.
"Yes," he responds flatly, not hinting at any emotion. With my face still burning, I look away. I clear my throat and ask, "why am I in your bed? Why not take me home?" I lived right next door after all.
Maybe he likes you in his bed, a voice whispers and I sustain a shiver. Of course that wouldn't be the reason, Harry maybe a man whore but I don't think he actually wants a girl sleeping in his bed. I'd pick him for a more screw 'em and dump 'em kinda guy.
"You dropped unconscious on me after I brought you in here. And that, I can assure you, has never happened before," I notice a smug tone has snuck into his voice, "I wasn't going to wake and carry you back to your house. So I called your mum in your phone and told her where you were."
I relax slightly at his words. Good, so mum had known. Wait? Did that mean that she thought that Harry and I slept together? And she was okay with that?
"I like the pictures of you in your bikini," Harry adds on and I flush yet again. The pictures that Emma and I took when we went down to the beach last holidays were still on my phone. We didn't go in the water but rather lay out on the sand underneath the sun. I had been wearing a tiny red bikini that know I no longer own.
"Don't go through my phone again," I snap and lean forward and swipe my iPhone off the bedside table next to me. I freeze when the covers slip off my legs and cold air brushes against my bare skin. I slowly, menacingly turn around and look down at Harry.
His eyes are closed but and he's got a peaceful expression on his face. If I walked in on him then I would have thought that he was asleep, but I know better.
"Harry," I ask, my voice full of barely choked back anger, "Harry!" I repeat again when he doesn't answer.
"Mm?"
"Where are my pants?" I slowly grate out past gritted teeth. I glower down at him and he smiles lazily backup at me, his eyes still closed. Smug bastard
"Your jeans looked awfully uncomfortable. I thought you'd be better sleeping with them off," his voice is rumbly and low due to his sleepy mood. My head throbs as I clench my fists and fight the urge to scream at him.
He slept with me in the same fucking bed and I wasn't even wearing my bloody pants! There's got to be a law against that. I was unconscious and drunk!
With slitted eyes, I spy my dark jeans laying in a heap on the ground. Full with rage, I wordlessly flick the covers off my lap and throw them onto Harry's face. I dart out of bed and grab them and slide them up and over my legs before Harry can wrestle his way out of the covers.
He huffs in disappointment when he sits up and sees me dressed. Then he smiles wickedly.
"I still got photos, baby."
With an outraged cry I fly at him, landing on top of his body under the covers. I try to ignore the amazing feeling of him underneath me as I grab hold his head and his stupid, stupid, but incredibly soft, brown curls and yank forcefully.
"You fucking pervert! Give me those pictures!" I shout, tugging his head side to side. His big hands cover my fists in his hair and tries to unwind my fingers from his scalp.
"Pervert!? Who's straddling the defenceless guy in his own bed?" He angrily snaps. Like he has any right to be angry.
"Show me the pictures, Harry!"
He chuckles darkly and then yelps in pain when I claw at his scalp, "No!" He shouts in protest. Then, with my hands still in his hair, he grips my forearms and slams me backward, my back hitting the mattress. I manage to keep a firm lock on his head and I pull him down with me. He topples forward, his face contorting in surprise as he falls on top of me.
I'm laying underneath him, panting, my face red and some strands of my hair are stuck to my mouth. Harry's body is lying between my raised knees. His weight pressing down on me, his hips resting on mine. I freeze in shock and I stare up at him with wide eyes and he stares down at me. We're both silent for full of two seconds, looking at each other with wonder and amazement.
Then suddenly, almost as if I was electrocuted, I tear my hands away from his curls. Letting them fall beside my head, Harry's grip still holding firmly.
Oh my God, I unwittingly let him pin me, I internally groan. Harry then smiles a full, lazily yet utterly devastatingly sexy, smile.
"Hey," he rumbles suggestively, his voice low and full of all things sensual. His green eyes twinkle mischievously down at me. I watch as they drop from my eyes to gaze at my lips. They tingle under his stare and I unconsciously swipe my tongue over my top lip. Regretting it instantly when Harry's eyes darken with temptation.
"Uh." I've completely forgotten what I've been fighting him for. Was it something important? I can't remember. All that's on my mind is staring wide eyed up at Harry, my lips aching for the need to be kissed.
I wiggle under his body, uncomfortable under the force of Harry's gaze. I freeze dead still when I feel something hard press against the inside of my thigh. My face heats for what seems like the fiftieth time this morning. Oh God.
I must have looked frightened because Harry laughs softly and says, "it's just me, love." Then he does something that both scares me shitless and makes my heart race. Harry rocks his erection gently against my crotch. I gasp at feeling, my skin suddenly feeling hot and tight. My heart hammers through my chest, Harry surely noticing it too.
My lips part in wonder as Harry stares deeply into my eyes and moves his hips against mine once again. Tingles and warm sensations expolded everywhere under my skin. I suck in a deep breath and my head pulses in pain at the large intake of air.
Wait, what am I doing? I bolt upright and shove Harry off me. God, what is going through my head?Without a word I jump away from the horny dipshit and slide off the bed. I pick up my forgotten phone from the ground and I stomp from the room. I slam the bedroom door after me. Trying to forget the one thought that rules my mind and my trembling body.
Fucking Harry Styles.

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Never have I ever nursed a hangover before and never hopefully will I ever have to again. It's the worse. Every noise, light and movement makes me want to die. My head is ringing with pain and my stomach feels like a thousand hands are twisting and pulling at my insides.
I have an empty bucket resting beside me as I lay here in my warm bed. The curtains are drawn shut so no light can seep through. I called Megan to tell her that I'm too sick to play football today and for her to try and convince Dean that I am in fact dying and coughing up blood and that I have cancer and so on.
Mum's out doing some yoga weird meditation thing so it's just me in the house, thank God. I close my eyes and settle into my pillows, fighting the another urge to vomit. When will it end?
The front door downstairs slams shut and someone walks in. I sink in deeper into my pillows, mum came back early. She stomps through the house, then I realise that it's not her because she isn't that heavy. It's a man, yelling at someone.
"I told you already Thomas!" Dad yells into what I'm guessing is a phone, "if he doesn't pay up, you and all your filthy asses are out!"
My blood runs cold with fear. I've never heard my dad yell like this before, in fact, I've never heard him yell ever. Is it normal for him to yell at his co-workers like this? Or maybe it's one of his clients? Is this how he acts when he's away from mum and I? Does mum know?
"No, no, no. You're late, he's late. Plus I've got new fucking gang that's decided to drop in. This city isn't big enough for all of you!"
Gangs? And now dads swearing. I sink deeper and deeper into my bed, wanting to just disappear. I should not be overhearing this conversation. I should be at my game, not at home. Dad probably thought that no one was home. Maybe so he could run in and run out, perhaps to collect some left over paperwork from his study.
Wait, does that mean he doesn't want to see us?
Hurt and confused, I will myself to close my eyes and to block out everything dad says.
Gangs? Didn't Sam say that Harry was in a gang? Does that mean Niall, Louis, Zayn and Liam are too? They all live together....
Oh shit, dad just said that a new gang has just come in and Harry and them just moved in. Oh God, oh God. On the other hand what does dad have to do with any of these gangs? He's in business manufacturing!
I rub the heels of my palms into my eyes, my headache rising in pain. Dad's footsteps trail away and the door slams behind him. A car starts up and peels away from the driveway and my body relax. But my head is still spinning.
What just happened? The city's never been known for to gangs, this year is the first year that I've heard about them. The city is the richest in the state, perhaps even the county. It's well run, the economy's great. Never has there been gang trouble, that I've heard of.
I moan and turn over. I can't deal with this now, I'm still getting over Harry- Harry. What if he really is in a gang? Why hasn't he told me? And what does he want with me? Plus, he fucking rubbed his raging hardon all over me, and I have a boyfriend!
It's not like didn't like it, a voice whispers at the back of mind. I frown and purse my lips, trying to ignore the thought.
Well if theres one thing I know, Harry styles, you're going down.

Notes

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