Sleeping With The Enemy (Harry Styles, FINISHED)

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Jane Hendricks and Harry Styles were arch enemies. Not JUST enemies, but it was just completely hate between the two. Although what others didn't know, was that Jane had a past with Harry. Even enemies could fall in love.. But that was then, and this is now, as others say. It turns out, it wasn't love they were in back then. It was a stupid bet that Harry's friends made him do. And that was to sleep with the enemy.. Who knew one silly night could change the two? All Jane and Harry wanted to do, was let go of that unusual past they had, and never look back again. But what happens when both of these two.. Meet again?

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21. Chapter 20

Chapter 20:

-Jane's POV-

I close my eyes, pulling away wistfully.

"I wasn't supposed to do that, I'm sorry." I apologized, shaking my head.

He looked shocked for a second with what I did, as I bit my lip
nervously. What was he going to say? And most importantly what was he
going to do?

I had no idea what I was getting into.. My palms were sweating like a
waterfall, and my heart felt like it was literally going to just fall
out of my chest.

"Jane, I'm so sorry. Whatever I did to hurt you, I'm sorry." It sounded
like he was pleading. "I can't stand hurting you."

Speechless.

When no words left my mouth, Harry suddenly had the urge to give up,
about to walk away. Again.

I sighed. "Harry! Wait a second!" I shouted, running after him.

I stood in front of a very tall figure as he looked at me with
questioning eyes.

"You forgot your jacket." I mumbled.

"Give it back to me when you change your mind." Harry shook his head.

This time, I didn't run after him. I didn't want to run after him. I
looked like some desperate and stupid tramp.. I think I was already a tramp.

His body took stride steps, turning the corner, and was vanished just
like that.

Groaning, I ran my fingers through my hair frustratedly. Was I really
the one feeling guilty now? Was it all Harry's plan to make me feel good
about him after he defended me? I think I was falling for it..

I couldn't be.. I can't stand getting tricked and getting hurt again. I
hate it.. Especially by Harry.

****

The next day had been pretty lonely, El had still been busy, growing
even more busy.. And Niall said something about rehearsal with his
bandmates, and now I'm here all alone, sinking in my terrible feelings.

My feet padded across the soft, furry carpet, me making my way to the
kitchen.

I pulled out a tub of ice cream from the freezer, grabbing a giant spoon
and walking over back to my living room.

Plopping down on the sofa, I switched on the tv, looking for something
decent to watch.

The movie that was currently playing once I stopped once I stopped on a
completely random movie.

The Perks of Being A Wallflower.

I love this movie!

I settled down, freezing. I don't like my living room..

I quickly grasped my ice cream, sprinting up the steps, being careful
not to spill the ice cream.

Preferring to watch it in my room alone, I slammed the door, quickly
switching my tv on and now getting settled on my comfy bed.

Scooping some ice cream and stuffing in my mouth, I sat back with a deep
breath.

Instead of my eyes fixing on the movie, it fixed onto the coat hanger
right beside it that held both Harry's jackets.

The few words he told me still played over and over again in my head..
'Think of it as me marking my territory.'

 

Like.. What?.. And I kissed him.. As in I was the first one to lean in.
Was it just because I was once again in that vulnerable state? Or was I
a bit tipsy?

Nope, I wasn't even just the slightest tipsy that night..

I shook my head, looking away from the coat hanger and back to my tv.

*****

I put the empty tub of ice cream down on the ground, slouching. That was
really good.

The movie was halfway, making me giggle and just gasp the most of the time.

Once I lifted my head up from glaring at the empty tub of ice cream, I
find Harry climbing my roof on the other side.

My eyes widened. He's trespassing! And he knows that I don't want to see
him at the moment! Didn't I tell him that last night?

Making my way over to my tall window, I pushed it open. "HARRY WHAT THE
HELL ARE YOU DOING ON MY ROOF!"

"Jane?" He gets distracted, tipping over, and falling down to the giant
bush, way down.

I muttered cuss words, face palming as I made my way out of the room,
and the whole journey down to where he fell.

"Harry." I find him shuffling around in the bush.

"Yeh?" He tries to say smoothly, leaves sticking around in his hair.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered.

"Ermm.. I just came to get my two jackets back. Yuh know, it's like
you're stealing all of them." He chuckled.

Wait.. He wanted them back? What the hell does that mean?..

"What do----"

"Well you said you didn't want to keep them, so I came to get them
back." He interrupts me, nodding once.

I sighed, giving in. "Okay, come on and follow me."

Harry follows me up my stairs as I swung my door open, gesturing for him
to come in.

He searches for awhile, until he spots the coat hanger.

"Ah." He nods once, walking over to it.

My eyes travel up and down the boy, from his curls, down to his torso.

When he reaches for it, his shirt lifts up slightly, partly showing
something looking like a bruise..

"Harry." I say abruptly, as he glares at me questioningly.

"What the hell is on your back?" I whispered.

He didn't answer, obviously he got caught with whatever he was trying to
hide.

"Answer me!" I shouted, frowning.

Making him jump slightly, he groaned. "Jane it isn't anything. The hell,
I just slipped in the shower this morning." He's lying, obviously.
Whenever he lies he fidgets, or he keeps zero eye contact with a person,
like right now.

"Please let me see." I pleaded.

He shakes his head sternly, about to just bolt right through me.

"No." I say, and I do the first thing that came to mind.

And that was to.. Tickle him.

I succeeded, making him giggle which was unexpected because for a guy
like him, I thought I'd never get a giggle out of him.

 

He ends up falling onto my bed, me tickling him, until I quickly trapped
his wrists under my hands. Me being the one on top, his feminine laugh,
soon became a dirty smirk.

"Hmm. I think I kind of like you being on top, babe."

Rolling my eyes, I narrowed my eyes at him.

Once I was distracted, Harry then took that chance to pin me down, his
body hovering over mine closely.

"Harry." I say seriously. "I'm not playing games right now. Please tell
me." His green eyes peered down into mine.

Moments later, he sighed, letting go before he sat down, giving me
access to check it out.

I sat cross legged behind him, lifting up his white shirt slowly.

A shaky gasp left my mouth when I see huge bruises covering his back,
more continuing to his front.

"Harry what is this.. W-what happened?" I held a hand to my mouth.

"Don't worry about it Jane, I'll survive."

I shook my head, my heart thumping drastically, and my mind reaching out
to so many accusations.

"Did this happen last night? I could've sworn, you.." I paused, now at
the loss of words.

He turns around, his face accidentally being way to close.

"They came back.. W-when you were gone, they literally came out of
nowhere, jumping me. But at least they didn't scratch the face." He
tries to lighten the mood a little.

But it didn't work. I was still concerned, maybe even more concerned
than I should be.

"God dammit, I'm sorry." I bit my lip. "I-I did this, and if I hadn't
left that night, I would've prevented it from happening."

"I'm fine." He says stubbornly.

"Harry would you take a look at yourself, no you aren't!"

He stayed silent, my gaze still fixed on the bruises.

My fingerd brush the one just right below his shoulder, making him
shiver slightly.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered again, very much wistful.

Why was I suddenly growing a protectiveness over the boy? As of now, he
had been my hero. But will that thought last? Ehh, I don't think so.

"What are you going to do." His low and seductive voice spoke, his lips
brushing my skin just slightly.

 

"I-I'll try and make it better. I'll try and make the pain go away." I
say softly, me once again being sucked into that trance. I climbed on
top of him, me leaving a trail of kisses down his shirtless body, but
mostly on the bruises.

"Thank you." I hear him grunt once I started to suck on his neck a bit
roughly. My teeth grazed his skin, making him somewhat moan.

My hands ran up and down his arms, before they wrapped around his neck,
our lips connecting in one lustful kiss.

So what if I hated him? Couldn't I just give thise whole thing a shot?

 

Rule #1: Do not get overly attached, Jane.
 

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