Don't Treat Me Like A Kid

**Layla Taylor's POV**
I grabbed my towel wrapping it around me a hurrying into my room quickly throwing on a t-shirt and shorts. Checking my phone, I had a message from Piper and a contact named ‘my one and only’ with the fire and heart emoji's at the end which I opened first.
'Now was that so hard?'
Obviously Harry made himself a contact while I was in the shower. I changed his contact name to 'Harry' before responding.
'I really hate you'
I sent before brushing through my wet hair not bothering to dry it. Realizing I hadn't eaten since school I wondered down to the kitchen pulling out day old pizza to eat cold since I didn't feel like cooking. Moments later Harry joined me, welcoming himself to a piece of pizza.
"So do you want to talk about it yet?" He stood next to me leaning against the counter.
It took me a second to remember what he was talking about. "You wouldn't understand," I said looking up at him "and it's a lot to explain."
"Well I'll try to be understanding and I have till like six in the morning, I think we have enough time."
I don’t know why but his words made butterflies swirl in my stomach, "Well he just asked me if I had a thing with you and I said no that's pretty much it," I said awkwardly.
"I have a feeling that's not the whole story but he's your ex why does he even care?"
"Well when I broke up with him my brother was with me and he was afraid of my brother so he couldn't really do anything about it but now my brothers gone so I guess he thinks he can control who I talk to and I won't do anything about it," I said looked down.
"He's right isn't he?" Harry asked softly and I nodded. Harry engulfed me in a tight hug that I wasn't excepting. "I can talk to him if you want," he offered.
"No, it'd just make things worse but thanks," I cracked a smile.
"But seriously if he hurts you, tell me," he said still hugging me.
It almost felt weird that he was being so caring about this. I guess I was just expecting him to tell me to stand up to him or something like that.
"Alright, can we not talk about this anymore" I said finally and he let go.
"Oh yeah about the whole shower thing I'm not really sorry but I think I probably should be, so sorry," he smiled.
"Oh thanks for fake sorry," I smiled but rolled my eyes.
"You're very welcome," he grinned making me laugh.
"Well I'm sorry that the whole beg scene was lies but wait I'm not sorry," I said back.
"Oh really," he said and I nodded with a smile. Without warning he picked me up throwing me over his shoulder.
"Put me down," I squealed, punching his back.
Walking into the living room, "okay," he dropped me onto the couch and before I could even think he was laying on top of me, trapping me under his weight. After a minute of struggling beneath him I gave up. "Get off me," I huffed.
"Lying is bad and you need to learn your lesson, so no," he smirked.
"This is a very odd punishment, Harry," I said looking straight into his green eyes.
"It Mr Styles and would you rather get spanked."
I clenched my jaw and felt heat rise to my cheeks. He started laughing letting his head fall into the crook of my neck. "Oh shut up," I pushed, "can you let me up now?"
"Okay I'll let you up when you tell me what you honestly think of me and oh make sure you fit Mr. Styles in there somewhere."
"I think that under all of your horny, assholeness you’re a nice guy that happens to be a little bit attractive," I spoke truthfully.
"You forgot something," he teased.
"Why do you even want me to call you that," I rolled my eyes.
"Because you calling me mr would show me that you know I have control," he smirked.
My stomach turned I felt like I was about to explode. On one hand I am completely mad at Harry and on the other he was turning me on loads and I just want to snog him right now. "I'm pretty such we both know who has control considering your laying on top of me right now."
"C'mon just say it and i’ll let you up," he laughed and I just looked at him with a blank face. "You know what I think? I think you’re enjoying this and you know if you say it then it'll end."
"Ha. You're funny," I scuffed.
"Prove me wrong," he said in the deep smooth voice.
"Go fuck yourself," I huffed "Mr. Styles." As I gave in and look of victory came over his face.
He pushed his lip against mine and I could feel him smiling before hopping of me. "That was hot," he said comfortable as he offered a hand to help me up.
"You're an asshole and again go fuck yourself," I stood up not taking his hand.
"I will, wanna help?" He laughed and I rolled my eyes.
"I'll pass," I couldn't help a laugh. It just confuses me how he can say stuff like that so casually. A moment past before he let a grin grow on his face. "What?"
"Nothing. Goodnight," he said but I knew he was thinking more than that.
Before I could even question him he was skipping up the stairs to the guest room.

Notes

I'm sooo sorry I haven't updated in like two and a half weeks. I went to London for vacation (which absolutely amazing btw) and I wrote but I never had wifi to upload the chapter because the hotel wifi didn't reach our room.
But anyways I hope you like this chapter! I'm not sure how I feel about it so please let me know what you think. Feel free to leave suggestions too they're actually really helpfully usually.
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