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.


3. The Rules

“What were you THINKING?” Tanya yelled. “Now, you have to live with that band that you hate so much for twenty days!”

It turns out that I have to live with them. Apparently, Harry Styles loves challenges and I threw one at his face. He convinced, no, forced me to move in with him for twenty days.

“It’s just twenty days, Tanya,” I reassured her. “I’ll be fine. I don’t have to worry about crashing into hotels for the next twenty days.”

“But, you could lose your v-card!” she shrieked. “And what about your library?”

“First of all, I’m going so I can check that he doesn’t have sex, which means I am safe. And my library is near from where he’s staying,” I said calmly, “Don’t worry!”

She let out a sigh. “I worry about you sometimes. Ever since your Dad left-”

“Drop me to his place? Please?” I asked cutting of her sentence in mid way. I didn’t want to think about that asshole.


Just looking at his house made me gape in wonder. My mouth was hung open when he greeted me.

“You’re here Kita!” he exclaimed.

“Keira,” I corrected him.

“Kita, Keira, whatever,” he smirked. “Your room is just next to mine. So you can be completely sure that I am not having sex. The guys will show you around.”

“The guys will show you around,” I mumbled repeating his words. I entered the house and was greeted by a person who I knew was Niall.

“Heyya!” he said joyfully. “I’m Niall and I’m here to show you to your room. Right this way!”

He led me to my room for the next twenty days.

“If you want anything,” he said cheerfully. “Ask me. Or maybe Louis. And don’t ask Liam, Zayn or Harry. They get angry pretty quick!”

“Okay,” I said stretching out the word.

“Maybe I should introduce you to the rest of the guys?” he asked himself. “Well, that’s a fantastic idea! Come with me, Kei.”

He dragged me to the music room where Louis was playing the piano, Liam was playing the guitar in a corner and Zayn was singing with his headphones on.

“Hey, Krissy!” Louis smiled as he made his way in front of me. “Nice to meet you!”

He shook my hand without even me offering it.

“Hi,” I said, “But it’s Keira.”

“You can call her Kei, I do!” Niall exclaimed. Niall seems to be a very happy-go-lucky kind of guy.

“Kei,” Louis repeated. “Are you Irish?”

“No, I’m not,” I lied, trying to block away the past memories that started filling my mind.

“Just leave the girl alone,” came a deep voice that I recognized immediately. “She’s just here to check whether I’m practicing the no-sex policy or not.”

“Oh,” came out of everyone’s mouth.

“Niall, start cooking for dinner. Louis, help him. Zayn, reply to the fan-mails. Liam, you’re supposed to meet Simon. And Keira, come meet me in my room,” Harry ordered.

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and left the room one by one.

“Keira,” a male voice called out, Zayn. “You should go fast. It’s not good to keep Harry waiting. He gets mad pretty quick.”

That’s what Niall said. Seems like someone needs anger management classes.

I went over to his room to see him sitting on a revolving chair. He looked like ‘Don Corleone’ in Godfather minus the cat.

“Let me explain the rules, Keira,” he smirked.

“That's my line,” I said.

“No, it’s not. When you’re here. I set the rules. I set rules for myself as well.”

I gulped down thinking what was with this sudden dark aura around him.

“First of all, I will not have sex for twenty days. If I do, you win and I will become your slave. However, if I remain un-sexed for twenty days, I win and I can make you my slave and you'll have to listen to whatever I have to say.”

I gulped down once more. How did slavery come into this?

“Fine,” I said in a strong voice. “What’s next?”


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