His Bandmate

“I don't even know what to wear!” I groan into the phone. I pull a couple of dresses to the side of the closet. I should have gone shopping. Why did I even agree to this? I think Harry can make me do anything... I think Harry can make anyone do anything. I sigh.

“Why don't you wear that white and blue dress that you wore to my birthday?” Lea ask on the other end and I frown. Where was that dress? I rummaged through the back of my closet and find it underneath a big pile of clothes. I sniffed the dress. Well it doesn't smell bad, so I just have to iron it.

“You think this is an okey dress to wear to a party?” I ask, looking the dress over. It's cute. Tight at the chest and fans out below, ending mid thigh. It's a white dress with navy blue stripes.

“Yes, it will be perfect! He will die!” She say and I groan.

“I don't want to think about him. He's irrelevant.” I say, but the blue eyes appear at the back of my closed eyelids like on command. I'm so nervous about this, I don't know how to act when Louis is around. I think I'm so afraid that he will slip up and tell everyone what we did. It's probably because he implies it all the time. He doesn't say anything besides sexual references to me. Not that we've talked that much.

“Okey, fine. Just, try to have fun. Okey?” Lea say and I take a deep breath.

“Thank you, I will.” I say goodbye and hang up. I need to get ready now that I've finally found something to wear. I iron the dress and hang it up as I take a good long shower, scrubbing my whole body so it's clean and soft. I put my hair up in a towel on my head as I get out of the shower and start to rub my body with lotion to make it soft and smell good. The smell of lavender fills my bathroom, making me calm. I put on a par of blue laced underwear to match my dress before pulling the dress on. I do love the design of this dress. I look myself in the mirror and turn around so the skirt of the dress raise a little. I smile at my own reflection before entering the bathroom again and drying my hair, brushing it until soft locks fall down my back. I put on a little more makeup than usual, but still leave it simple with natural colors. The eyeshadow brown and my lips just a little more pink thank usual.

I get back out into my bedroom and look myself in the floor length mirror. I smile as I see my own reflection. I look like I'm going to a barbecue or something, very summery, not like it's the freezing october. There is something missing though. Ah! Earrings. I look through my jewelry box and find two small diamonds that are small, but sparkles against my earlobes. I pull out a bracelet that matches the simplicity of the earrings. I feel satisfied as I now look in the mirror.

I put my feet in a pair of high heels as my phone beeps. These will hurt, but I have to wear them. I can't go with sneakers every time. I look at my phone, seeing Harry's here. I pull a sweater on and then my jacket, pulling my purse with me as I walk out the door. Hurrying through the cold wind.

I jump into the warm car and freeze as I see Harry behind the wheel. Wow. He looks hot. He's fixed his hair so it's in a perfect messy bow backwards on his head. He's wearing his tight black jeans and I can see a black and grey shirt under his jacket, showing off his chest.

“Someones ready to date.” I say, raising my eyebrows at him. I see his cheeks turning a little pink, but he laughs it off.

“What? These old things?” He say, waving his hands around himself. I snicker at him and buckle in. He drums the steering wheel as I get settled in my seat. I look over at him when I'm done and his eyes are set somewhere far off.

“You're nervous?” I ask softly, sensing that he's a little tense. He looks over at me surprised.

“What? No.” He say, frowning and pull the car out on the street. I smile. He so totally is. Harry Styles is nervous about meeting a girl. Wow!

“Were you this nervous when you met me?” I ask, still looking at him with my smile. He turns to look at me quickly.

“No, that was worse. Shit! I was sweating like a maniac. Besides, then I was on my own, now I have you with me as support.” He smiles over at me, confessing both how he felt when we met, but also that he is nervous. I think it's sweet.

“You'll be fine. Just show those dimples and she will fall hard.” I say and turn towards the road. He chuckles beside me as he drives.

He stops the car outside of a small house. Well, it's not really small at all, just smaller than the last party we went to, but I don't think I will ever see a house that big again. I step out, feeling the cold air hit my face. I'm nervous as hell. I hate not knowing people, sure I've met some of Harry's friends before, but they're still not my friends or someone I can cling to. I wished that Lea was free tonight and could've come along. Oh no. I just realized that I'm going to be alone the hole night. If Harry and this girl hit it off he's going to be with her all night and I will be left on my own. No! Why did I agree to this? I groan on the inside as we walk up to the front porch.

“You okey?” Harry asks as we take the few steps up to the front door.

“Purrrfect.” I roll the r's on my tongue and he chuckles, opening the door.

Harry takes my jacket as we get in and hang it in the closet by the door. I fiddle with the hem of my sweater as I look at the people surrounding the place. I don't even recognize a face in this crowd. Harry put a hand on my back and pushes me towards the big living room where we immediately run into Niall and a girl. She's tall, blond and gorgeous. I feel jealousy strike me as she smiles sweetly at Harry who gladly takes her hand and kisses her cheek twice. She turns to me as Harry introduces me and smiles kindly, but it makes me feel small and inadequate. She has sparkling light blue eyes with a hint of yellow in them. I turn my eyes away and she goes back to glare at Harry.

“I'm gonna go get something to drink.” I say quickly before leaving the newly found friends or lovers or whatever you can call them. I couldn't really stand being so close to whatever was happening over there. I want Harry to be happy of course I do, but I don't really want to be in the middle of it all. I walk around the house, trying to find the kitchen. There are so much people that I have to push people to get through. Finally I reach the kitchen, realizing that I walked around the place, and a big bucket filled with ice and drinks. I pick up a beer and open it to gulp down four big mouthfuls before taking the bottle from my lips. I feel the cold drink slip down my throat as I take a deep breath. So what now? I look around me to see everyone talking to someone and laughing. I feel a little weird standing here by myself.

I take my beer and walk round the house a few times, trying to look like I belong. I don't think anyone even notices me anyway, so that doesn't really matter. When my beer is empty I get another one and end up in the living room. I lean against the doorframe from the kitchen and look at Harry who stands with that girl who I think was named Joy or something peppy like that. I watch him carefully, he looks to be having fun. He laughs happily, showing those dimples and smiling sweetly at her. His chest is showing just enough of his tattoos on his chest and I see her looking now and then at them. She seems to be liking him right back, showing it by touching his arm over and over. I take a gulp of my beer, not able to tear my eyes away.

“Someone's jealous?” I hear a low voice beside me, feeling the warmth from his body. He chuckles lightly as I turn red, knowing that it's true. I am jealous. I don't want Harry that way, but he's become my best friend over these past weeks, I even meet him and talk to him more on the phone than I do with Lea. I just don't want to loose that and another girl in the mix would change that. I keep my composure though, not wanting Louis to know my feelings. I ignore his statement and take another sip of my beer.

“I've always thought he'd be bad in bed.” He say and I almost spit my beer out. What? I turn to look at him shocked. Where did that come from?

“What the hell are you talking about?” I say, feeling my anger boil. How dare he? I will defend Harry no matter what, even if I don't know if he's good or bad.

“That must be why you dumped him right? Your standards are too high now...” He say his eyebrows shooting up and down. Hinting that he himself made my standards higher. He winks at me before taking a sip of his own beer. I'm so stunned that I can't get anything out, of course he takes that as an agreement. So I turn around, shaking my head.

“You're an idiot.” I mumble and look around the room, trying to figure out where I should go. I freeze when I feel Louis coming closer, pressing against my back. I can feel his erection pressed against my left cheek. My breathing stops as I feel his warm breath on my neck. He lightly pulls my hair to the side, giving him more room to breath on my neck. My knees feel weak, so I can't run away – I would stumble and that would be too obvious. Damn that I chose these shoes! I don't want him to know how this effects me. I try to make my breathing as normal as possible, but I know I'm not fooling him.

“You already know that I'm better.” He whispers in my ear, his breath giving me goosebumps. I take a shaky breath before turning around toward him...

Notes

Well, well... what's going to happen now? What do you think?

It's been way too little sexual encounters in this story! It should be more right? ;)

Hope you still like it! I will do my best to update sooner this time!!

xx.