Midnight Crew [Punk Harry AU]

"You're parents are right, bad boy's aren't any good but then again, good boys aren't any fun."

"We're a family can't you see? We have our ups and downs cause we're broken souls, but we're broken souls together."

"I may be a dim shattered light, but even the dim illuminate"

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17. T h i r t e e n

 

*Hailey's P.O.V*

The doorknob twisted counterclockwise as it slowly began to open and a very messy haired Harry Styles appeared from the lightly cleared room.

I’ll have to turn the lights off, I think to myself as I stare back at Harry who suddenly grins at me.

“I see you’ve made it. Got here a while ago or?” he asked leaning on his door while I stood out in the hallway with my arms folded.

“What matters is that I’m here right?” I say seductively cocking my head to one side, I continue, “So, you’re not going to let me in?” I ask innocently.

He blinks rapidly; I know he was looking at me all over. Good.

“Where did I leave my manners? Yes, come on in. Make yourself comfortable.” He closed the door as soon I stepped in and locked it. No way out now.

To be honest, I wasn’t comfortable, if anything I was pretty much feeling violated in a way, seeing as though for some sudden reason as soon as I saw Harry all messy haired and smelling like a tint of beer, my body ached for him, yet my mind had a whole other perspective on his young soul. I wasn’t the kind of girl who would sneak out of her house to attend a party, nor was I the type of girl who would enjoy the thought of being locked in with a guy like Harry, alone. But I guessed it all changed when I laid eyes on Harry, and there was no turning back now.

Harry looked at me all over once again, and for a slight second, I felt self-conscious, just a tad bit.

“What are you part hipster?” his question startled me a bit. I’d never been called such a thing, actually, I didn’t even know what that meant!

“Erm. Yeah?” I reply walking a bit more into his room, avoiding the piles of laundry on the floor. A rack full of vintage clothes stood tall before 3 tall windows. I’m assuming Harry’s room faced the front of the house.

“By the looks of it, you can be easily mistaken as part hipster as well” I state causing him to take a quick glance at his rack of clothing. He chuckles.

“You know what they say. A room can tell much about a person, they way it’s decorated, the wall color, the organization.” I look at him straight in the eyes as he lowers his focus on me.

“Oh really? Then what do you think about mine?” he walks up to me, closer, closer, I can almost smell him entirely from here. I want him so bad but I have to resist.

I bite my bottom lip which by the looks of it makes Harry crazy. “Well, let’s see.” I turn on my heels towards his rack of clothes. “I seem to like what I see from your attire, you’re alarm clock seems to be working just fine, which keeps me wondering why you’re always late to class.” I say, reminding him of the first time I saw him in English class where he was fashionably tardy. He chuckled, casing one of his many curls to collapse to the temple of his cheek. He swung it behind his ear with a quick flick of the index finger and I stared in awe.

“Second, most of your wall is disturbingly empty, naked even. There’s no way to figure out what you like, what you dislike with a quick look.” I raise my head up to his wall and so does he. He shrugs his shoulders.

“And last but not least, your windows. They’re huge, massive, enormous. Don’t you think people could see things that they might regret watching later on?” I take a step towards him, making sure not to lose a second of full eye contact with those piercing green eyes.

“Something like what?” he says raising an eyebrow, I can see he had been enjoying all of this.

“Something. Like. This.” I take a step towards him with every word I say. He leans in knowing what’s going to happen next.

I gently grab him by his  shirt collar and tug at it. He lets out a sigh as I plunge into his red needy lips. For a slight second I feel on top of the world. I finally got to kiss him, the one and only Harry Styles.

Major plot twist occurring, Harry grabbed me forcefully by my small waist, moaned and walked me over to his naked wall. Pinned, I am forced to kiss him harder, something I take part in gladly as I kiss him harder, longer, wanting more with every touch. Time flies and soon my shirt is pulled off me. I’ve never wanted someone so badly than I wanted Harry Styles at this very moment.

His long fingers stroke my back sending trickling sensations all over my body, I sigh in response. The same hands that stroked me all over made way to my black lace bra, trying continuously to unstrap it.

“I want you so badly Hailey Paterson. So. Fucking. Badly.”

As much as I wanted that, as much as I wanted to surrender completely to him, I couldn’t, I swore I woudn’t.

Losing contact with his delicious lips I whispered in his ear, his dropping curls tickling the tip of my nose. Boy did his hair smell great.

“You know what will make this better?”

He whimpers, still struggling to leave me topless, yet me manages to spit out a what.

“This” I grab hold of his collar once again, kiss him, hard, then grab his broad shoulders and fling him on to his bed, he grins knowing what comes next.

Quickly I bend over to grab my tank, put it on as Harry starts to unbutton his own shirt and say.

“But thanks for remembering my name Harold. Oh and thanks for the invite babe.” I throw a kiss at him, unlock his door and run out.

Heart racing. Pulse increasing.

I can’t believe I actually could have had chance to have sex with Harry Styles. I left him though, breathing hard, erection growing in his bed, all alone. I chuckled to myself.

Hailey Paterson, you naughty girl, you’ve changed.

To my surprise a few people had decided to hang out in the hallway and were looking at me laugh to myself. I smiled awkwardly and tucked my shirt back in my pants before walking downstairs. I unlocked my phone, ready to text Justin.

Where are you? I’m ready to go home.

I kept walking down the stairs.

I want you so badly Hailey Paterson. So. Fucking. Badly.

Harry’s words spinning around my messed up head. Harry wanted me, Hailey Paterson. Wow.

 

 

 

***Hey guys. Joselyne here. Okay, so this is actually not the complete update. The second part containing Harry's P.O.V will be updated either tomorrow or Tuesday. So comment, favourite, become a fan, but most importantly take care everyone. Thanks for reading. ***

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