20 Days *1 Day Left*

"You want me. Every inch of your body wants me," he hissed, "You want me to touch you. You want me to fuck you". "You have twenty days left, Styles," I whispered looking at his delicious lips. "But you don't", he smirked and pushed me to his bed.


21. Day 16: Another Deal

“I thought you’d come running to me,” Harry smirked observing the portrait of ‘Sinead Abraham’, one of the Callaghan family ancestor. I had just entered the section and it seemed that he already knew I was coming.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Styles,” I spat. “What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Like I care if I’m supposed to be here or not,” he shrugged.

“We have a performance by Louis Tomlinson! Cheers everybody!” the announcer announced.

“Well even if you don’t care, please leave immediately,” I informed him.

“Keya,” he began.                                                    

“It’s Keira,” I corrected him.

“Keya,” he ignored me. “You’re Irish aren’t you?”

My memory went back to the time Louis asked me, ‘Are you Irish?’ and I lied.

“You are, aren’t you?” Harry asked again.

“That is not of your concern,” I remarked.

“You lied to Louis about not being an Irish,” he said ignoring me. “You do a well job of camouflaging your accent.”

“What do you want, Harry?” I demanded.

“Sleep with me,” he smirked. “After the twentieth day, sleep with me.”

“Why after the twentieth day? Why, not now?” I questioned. “Do you want to win that desperately?” It’s not like I wanted to sleep with him. For him, I would be just another girl. And I never liked being that.

“Kei,” he began, which made my mouth hand open. He just called me ‘Kei’, not exactly ‘Keira’, but ‘Kei’. “I don’t want to win desperately. I don’t want to win at all.”

“Now that’s noble of you,” I retorted sarcastically. “But all I see is ‘desperation’ within you.”

He chuckled.

“Of course you will,” he smirked closing in the distance. “Because I am desperate, but not for the reason you think I am.”

“Speak straight, Styles,” I demanded.

“I desperately,” he murmured his smell making my knees shake, his closeness making my heart race, his eyes making me forget the time and his presence making my words rhyme, why does he have that affect on me?

“I desperately what?” I interrupted.

“I desperately,” he repeated. “Want you to be my slave.”

“You’re disgusting, Harry,” I jeered. He’s doing all this just so I become his slave? Could this guy go any lower?

“Well, you’re the one who is lying, Keya. Not me,” he smirked. “I’m honest.”

“Too honest for your own good, jerk,” I retorted.

“Do we have a deal, Keya?” he asked.

Looks like I had no other choice. If he told about my origin, things could get worse. I didn’t want Niall to hear it from someone else.

If I were a businesswoman, I would have been filthy rich by now considering the deals I made these two weeks.

“Yes, Styles,” I spat. “But it remains between us.”

“Absolutely,” he smirked.

If he smirked one more time, I might actually murder this jerk.

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