Sick Little Games


7. Styles Sleepover


I slowly opened my eyes but regretted it immediately, the sun blinding me completely. My raging headache wasn’t helping either. I loudly groaned in frustration as I reached for my cellphone to look at the time. 1:34PM. Oh, great. My mouth was so dry, for a moment or so I thought I was about to die. Dreaming of a tall glass of cold water, I tried to get up but I realized that something was keeping me from doing so. Suddenly, it all came back to me… I didn’t come home alone last night. Two strong arms were keeping me from moving but I managed to turn around and find Harry, dead asleep. It was killing me to admit it but he looked so adorable like that. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and for the second time, tried to leave the bed. His embrace suddenly tightened around me, it was like he was forbbiding me to even leave the bed. I giggled and lightly slapped his arm. He mumbled something I didn’t understand and finally released me. He turned around without saying anything. I stared at him for a couple of seconds, just smiling. I picked up his t-shirt that was lying on the floor and put it on. I sighed dreamily, his t-shirt smelled so good. I tip-toed past my bed and reached my bedroom door trying my best not to wake him up. I softly closed the door behind me and made my way downstairs. Surprisingly, I found my mother sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffe and casually reading the papers.

“Hey, you’re home! ” I said, searching for something to eat in the fridge.

“Yes, I got here this morning. ” My mother replied, her eyes not leaving the papers.

“So, how was New York? ” I said, taking the first bite of my newly found delicious red apple.

“Oh you know, the usual. Working and working… ” She said, taking another sip of her coffee. I was about to go back upstairs but apparently, my mom wasn’t done yet.

“Honey, Your father called this morning. ” I sighed in annoyance and took another bite of my apple.

“Oh really? ” I said in a monotonous voice.

“Yes, he wanted to know if you’d like to go visit him during the holidays. You know, for christmas. ” She said, like nothing was going on. Like it was completely normal.

“Let me think about it, going to spend my christmas holidays with dad and his whore? Yeah, I don’t think so. ” I scoffed, starting to make my way to the stairs. I just really wanted to escape from this awful conversation.

“He’s really trying, Skye. Give him a chance for once- ” She said, in a desperate voice. I turned around to face her, frowning at her last words. My dad didn’t deserve a second chance. He didn’t deserve anything at all.

“I don’t care, mom. I’m not going. I don’t want to see him. ” I snapped, boiling with anger. I heard her mumble something along ‘Alright’ and ‘Fine’ but I didn’t even care to respond. This conversation was beyond over. I immediately turned around but halfway through the stairs, my mom spoke again.

“By the way, I went to say hello this morning but since you weren’t alone in your bed… I changed my mind. ” She said, smiling. I took another bite of my apple, kind of embarassed by the situation.

“Who is that boy? He strangely seemed familiar… ” She said, taking a sip of her coffee. I sighed very loudly, I was seriously beginning to regret the conversation about my dad.

“Oh… Well, you know Anne Cox? That’s her son. Harry Styles… ” I said, trying my best to be very careful with my words.

“Oh yeah, Anne’s son! He also works at that little bakery… So tell me, are you two dating or…? ” She said, visibly curious about the whole situation. The second I heard the word ‘dating’, I choked on my apple and almost died.

“ Oh no! We’re not dating, no! We’re just… really good friends. ” I mumbled, completely embarassed. My mom wasn’t a psycho and super strict so I knew she wouldn’t go all bat-shit crazy about the type of relationship me and Harry shared but still, it was weird talking about it with her. She stared at me with a weird look on her face for a while until she finally open her mouth to speak again.

“I know how you are with boys, Skye… You don’t care about their feelings and you constantly push them away. ” I was speechless, I didn’t know what to say. I really didn’t feel like being lectured right now but I wasn’t brave enough to just tell her to shut up and run upstairs.

“If I’m correct, he’s really nice and well behaved. Please don’t go break that poor boy’s heart… For once! ” I stared at her for a minute or two, not really sure if I heard her right. I couldn’t believe that my own mother just said that.

“Yeah… Whatever. ” I mumbled, running back upstairs. What the fuck just happened? What did my mother felt the need to ask me to be nice with Harry? And most importantly, not to break his heart? It was just so weird, I didn’t know what to think. I entered my bedroom in silence fearing of disturbing Harry who was still sleeping. I gently closed my bedroom door behind me and made my way to my bathroom trying my best to be silent. I threw away the remaining of my apple in the trashcan and washed my face. I was looking at my reflection in the mirror, thinking about what my mom said, again. Why would I break his heart? He knew it was just about the sex. There wasn’t any romantic feelings between us… Everything was going to be fine. Yes, absolutely fine.

I looked at the time and it was now 2:03PM. It was definitely time for Styles to wake up. I tip-toed out of the bathroom and when I got near my bed, I jumped on Harry, straddling him. He groaned and mumbled something impossible for me to understand. I leaned down and started to kiss his neck, nibbling on his sensible spot.

“ Wake up, Styles… Or I’ll have to sexually abuse you. ” I said, with an innocent smile on my face.

“ Hmmm… Sounds great to me. ” He smiled, his eyes still closed. His husky voice sending shivers all over my body.

“ So, I’m gonna go take a shower… Feel free to join me. ” I smirked and jumped off the bed. I didn’t even have the time to make it to the bathroom door that he said:

“ Alright, I’m up! ” He said, following me into the bathroom. Ha, I knew he wouldn’t say no to an offer like that.

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