I place myself uncomfortably on the sofa and wait for him to return from the other room,
“Drink?” I hear shout from the doorway. He stats to come towards me and heads for the mini fridge.

“Just some water please?” I ask politely.

“sure” he grabs the water bottle from the fridge and hands it to me before sitting next to me at an angle. He looks at me for a long time. He isn’t attempting to hide the fact that he is looking. I all of a sudden feel conscious, praying that I don’t have anything on my face. I look down to my hands and let out a breathy laugh.

“Stop staring Styles” I laugh.

“Why?” he combats. What do I say now? I like this side of him, his playful cute side. It makes me happy to see his little dimples protruding his cheeks when he knows he’s being funny.

“Because” I start and quickly pause looking for an answer. He raises his eyebrows in waiting “You’re making me uncomfortable” I say, but regret it quickly after. His face changes from flirty to apologetic. He was making me uncomfortable, but for some reason I didn’t want him to think that he was making me uncomfortable.

“Sorr-“

“No, no” I cut him off. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just feel like there’s something on my face” I laugh “have I got a bogger?” I joke, oh God was so immorally awkward. I shouldn’t be allowed to leave the house to be honest. He laughed genuinely at my weirdness. He looked at me for a little longer before he broke our few minutes of silence.

“Tea or coffee?” he asked quickly, I knew he wasn’t offering, he just wanted to know my preferences.

“Tea” I state confidently with a smile on my face

“Sugar?” he asks, squinting his eyes.

“Yup, one” I reply, he nods and raises his eyebrows, taking in the information.

“Cats or dogs?” he asks edging closer to me and I lean up against him. The conversation had shed its awkwardness and I was feeling a lot more relaxed.

“Cats, duh?” I say jokingly

“Margarita or Peperoni?” he said, referring to pizzas.

“Err, Margarita” I decide, my head now fully resting on his shoulder and his head on top of mine.

“Interesting, very interesting” he says flattening my hair. He lifts his head from mine and straightens is posture. He lifts my chin up with his hand and plants a peck on my lips. I don’t object. “You’re very beautiful Miss McCall” I blush and his smile turned into a devious smirk. He lent down to my ear and whispered “I want to make you feel good Phoebe” he sounded so sexy but so frightening. I had never done anything with a boy apart from kissing. I wasn’t popular at school I was a bit of a nerd in all honesty. And I don’t understand how he can’t see that. I cannot control my pulse and I can’t control my face from heating up. He laughs a little at my hesitation. He slides his hand over my shoulder and underneath the back of my dress. His hand brushed past my bra clasp but thankfully left it done up. I could feel the heat growing n my cheeks and in between my legs. I hated loving this but I couldn’t object, I couldn’t push him away and I didn’t want to. His large fingers fiddle with the zip on my dress as he makes contact with my lips, I kiss him back passionately as we move a little faster than we did earlier. The zip grinds to a halt as it reaches the small of my back. Just as the front of the dress starts to fall I feel his eyes drop. My white lacy bra is in full view I look down blushing, not wanting to see his reaction as he cups one with his hand. I let out a gasp and he laughs. I instantly feel my instincts kick in and I pull my dress back up above my boobs. This is going too fast, I’m not a slut who sleeps around and I’m not letting him see me naked after kissing me once….okay maybe twice but still. I make eye contact with him and see his shocked face.

“I’m sorry, I should go” I say awkwardly whilst struggling to do my dress up. I stand up once I’ve mastered it and see him sitting back looking sad and bewildered.

“Did I do something wrong or..?” he asks innocently

“No, you didn’t, it’s just moving too fast…I’m sorry” I say quickly to spare embarrassment before quickly exiting with my bag. I don’t look back and I feel really bad but I can look at him right now. I’m so embarrassed that I couldn’t give him what he wanted, but I know I would have regretted it. Not that I don’t like Harry or trust him, I’m just not comfortable going that far with anyone at the minute.

I rush back into my room to see Lucy crashed on her bed already. I quickly change into my pyjamas and hop into my bed. Just as I’m about to pop my phone of charge I get a text,

From Styles:
I’m sorry, Are we good? X

He melts my heart and I can’t possibly leave him hanging.

To Styles:
Of course :) Good night x

I quickly text back before attempting to sleep.

Notes

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