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Don't Treat Me Like A Kid

Chapter 4

**Layla Taylor's POV**
The rest of the day went pretty normal. I went to my classes and avoided Travis and Harry. During lunch Skylar called me over to sit at her table but since Harry was there I said I couldn't and ate at my normal table.
Stuffing a textbook into my locker, I slammed it shut as I pulled my backpack over me shoulder and walking down the almost empty hall. The buses already left so most of the students were gone. I refuse to ride the bus and don't have a car so I walk most of the time. Without warning a hand grabbed my wrist harshly forcing me to stop. I turn around meeting Travis's dark brown eyes and jet black hair.
"What do you want?" I said avoiding eye contact.
"To talk."
"I can't I have to-"
"Taylor," he cut me off bringing one of his skinny figures along my jaw, "does it look like I'm asked."
"Fine," I obeyed.
"Good girl." Still holding my wrist he pulled me through a door way to the back courtyard that is pretty busy during lunch but always empty after dismissal. "Sit there," he pointed to a bench. Wordlessly I went and sat nervously and he stood in front of me. "I just love how its been months since we have even talked but you still follow my every command."
I didn't response keeping me gaze down at the ground. "Now to the point, I've heard you've been fucking around with Styles. Is that true?"
"No."
"I want to believe you but I just don't know," he said pulling him fingertips across my collarbone.
"Me and Harry kissed, that's it and i don't plan on having anything happen again, I swear," I whimpered out.
"Mhm okay. Stand up," he commanded.
I stood and he let his hand slip from my collarbone, down my side, and squeezing my bum. I flinched but I didn't dare to push him away, already knowing its easier to just let him do it and get over it then pushing him away and facing the consequences. He stepped back scanning me up and down. "I have to go now but meet me here tomorrow after school, I'm not done with you," he said before turning away. The second he was out of sight I let out a breathe I had been holding in.
The fear slowly left my body as I walked home. By the time I entered my room I was relaxed. Then I started going into the mood I always do after talking to Travis, Wondering why I didn't just stand up to him instead of following orders like a dog. I dropped my backpack on the floor before curling up under my sheets, desperately needing a nap.

I woke up to someone shaking me arm, "You've been asleep all afternoon Layla Taylor. I'm leaving for work Harry should be here any minute."
Pushing myself out of bed I quickly fixed my makeup and hair before hurrying downstairs. The moment I reached the living room there was a knock at the door. I hurried to answer it letting Harry in from the rain that started while I was asleep. He pulled off his beanie that was now full of water, dropping it onto the little table by the door and ruffling his hands through his curls.
"How was school?" He asked following me into the living room.
"Shitty," I responded plopping down on the couch.
"I'm guessing Travis found you?"
I nodded in response looking down at my feet. Gently his hand touched my jaw, lifting my face up to look at him.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked in a soft voice.
"No," I responded. I don't know how he would react knowing he was the whole reason Travis wanted to talk to me.
"Wanna have sex about it?"
I tightened my jaw not knowing how to respond. "Relax," he pushed my shoulder, "I'm joking."
I rolled my eyes but cracked a smile. "Well no thanks," I finally responded.
"You sure?" He slide close "it'd get your mind off of it." He said with a teasing smirk on his face.
Even thought he was joking, tension started filling the room. He brought his hand to my ear, brushing my hair behind it. Leaving a soft kiss on my neck. "But seriously if you change your mind about either, let me know," he spoke calmly in his deep voice.
"I hate you," I pushed his shoulder.
"What did I even do that time?" He laughed.
"You talking in that voice and kissing my neck- just stop okay it's distracting," I said not exactly planning it out before hand.
"My voice is a distraction?" He chuckled, "did you just tell me my voice turns you on?"
"Um no," I defended. Did I seriously just tell him his voice distracts me?
"You're adorable," he half smirked.
"It doesn't turn me on, it just came out wrong," I rushed out.
"Then what does?" He asked simply. Did he just ask what turns me on?
"Um why would I ever tell you that," I responded not knowing what else to say. I awkwardly started fiddling with my fingers.
He shrugged, "it's would make things interesting."
"It's would make things hell for me." He already turns me on enough without even trying.
Harry chuckled bringing his hand through his messy curls. "Fine, I guess I'll have to find out the hard way then," he half smirk.
I gave him a confused look and he just brushed it off not explaining exactly what the 'hard way' is.
"Don't worry I'm not going to do anything now," he finally said. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in as I stood up from the couch starting up the stairs. "Where are you going?"
"To shower," I paused about half way up the stairs.
"Am I invited?" He said and I could almost hear the smirk on his face.
"You know your probably the most horny guy I have ever met," I said ignoring his question.
He joined me on the steps standing one lower than me and still being slightly taller than me. "Actually all guys are this horny. The difference is they try to hide it and I don't."
"Well maybe you should try to hide it," I said thinking about walking away but that would give him a way to clear view of my bum.
"Why? Is it distracting you?" He smirked, teasing me.
"Fuck you," I crossed my arms.
"See I would try and hide it but your reacting is just so hilarious. I don't want to deprive myself from that."
"I react like any normal person would," I push.
"Actually no, any normal person would have just said please stay last night instead of letting me walk out," he said stepping up onto the step I was on so he was towering over me like usual.
Then it hit me, last night he didn't want to make me mad by walking out he want me to beg him to stay. "Well I'm not the begging type."
"We'll see about that," he paused giving me a kiss, "go shower."
He turned slowly walking down the steps. I hurried up into my room grabbing my towel and stepping into the bathroom attached to my room. Locking the door behind me and turning on the water letting it heat up as I stripped. I put my music on shuffle before slipping behind the curtain of the shower. About half way through my shower I heard the door open. Fuck, no I forgot to lock the door that goes into the hall. Having one of the bathroom that you can enter from my room or the hall I always forget to lock the hall but usually it doesn't matter cause I'm the only one home. "Get out now!" I yelled through the curtain.
"Hm, I don't think I will," I heard him sit down on probably the edge of the sink.
"I'm not even joking, Harry. Get out."
"Calm down, it's not like I can even see you right now," he said and I could tell he has the dumb grin on his face.
"Whatever, but I swear if you try to look in here I will tell my mom and make sure she fires you."
"I'm not that much of an asshole," he responded.
The water started getting colder and I immediately turn it all the way to the hot side. Maybe if I just stay in here long enough he'll just leave. "You listen to some crap music," he said.
"Don't hate on Miley," I said and he laughed.
A few minutes passed in silence before the water was completely freezing. I turned it off but stayed in the shower. "Can you leave now?"
"What's the magic word?" He chuckled.
Something inside me dropped. This is really what he's doing to try and make me beg. "Not gonna happen," I huffed. It's not that I don't have manners or something like that. It's that I need to prove this.
"Well these are you options you can stay in there and I'll stay here till about 6am when your mom gets home, you can try to get to your room without me seeing you naked, or you could just beg a little and I'll leave."
"I hate you so much," I snapped before peeking around the curtain to see if my towel was still hanging on the door in reachable distance.
Of course it wasn't. I glanced at Harry who was sitting cross legged on the counter of my sink with my towel between his legs and a grin on his face. "Please leave," I said blandly.
"Now we both know that was the worst begging ever," he laughed.
"Well what do you want me to say," I snapped.
"You know what I want to hear, Layla."
I was absolutely dredging doing this but I know he's going to stand his ground and it'll be easier for me to just do this. "Harry, can you please leave because I find you very attractive but intimidating so I'm not ready for you to see this much of me," I said in a soft voice.
He laughed before I heard his feet hit the ground, "accepted," he said before stepping out.