My Brother's Best Friend | One Direction (13+)

The name's Amber. Amber Tomlinson. Yes, I'm the sister of Louis Tomlinson, the biggest player in school. That's about all I'm known for, and all I'm seen as. Although I'm attractive, I've never had a boyfriend. Wanna know why? Because Louis tells all of the guys to stay away from me, even his best mate, Harry. Louis says I'm "too nice" for my own good. And Harry . . . well, Harry's even worse. He's the most arrogant, egotistical player I've ever met. And he flirts with me constantly! I could kill him sometimes.


12. The Experiment

This may sound totally cheesy, but in all my sixteen years of life, never have I once been kissed the way Styles kissed me. To be fair, I've had a minimal amount of experience kissing boys - thanks to Louis' overprotective ways, besides today, I've only been kissed twice. The first time was with a boy named Eli, under the playground tower on the first day of kindergarten. The second was just last year, when I blew my last ticket on a carnival kissing booth. There were only three reasons I did it: the guy was an Ed-Sheeran look alike, it was a girl's night out and I was supposed to be having fun, and most importantly, Louis wasn't there to tell me not to. 

As much as I hated to admit it, kissing Styles was exhilarating. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. The moment his lips crashed onto mine, I could feel sparks igniting in my bones. His lips seemed to embrace mine, as if it was our own secret conversation. At first, the kiss was forceful, passionate, and almost hungry, as he cupped his hands on my face, kissing me like he needed it to survive. But as time went on, he slowed down a bit, and it became softer, rhythmic somehow, as if it could be played to music. 

His hands slowly slid from my face, down my sides, and rested at my hips, leaving tingles running down my body. I stood on my tippy toes and tangled my hands into his soft, messy curls,  and he caressed my hips with his thumbs, looping them in the belt-holes of my jeans. A moan escaped my mouth, fire coursing through my veins at his touch. There it was again, the dazzling effect Harry Styles seemed to have on me every single time. I didn't fight it this time. There was no need to.

Hearing the sound of my moan, he bit my lip, asking for entrance. I pressed my head up against the cold brick wall, obliging. The taste of him filled my mouth; he tasted exactly like he smelled, of mint, cigarettes, and something else that I just couldn't place. My heart pounded inside my chest as his lips left mine and trailed down to the corner of my mouth, to my cheek, then to the bottom of my jawline, and finally my neck. Sparks and shivers erupted all over my skin and I moaned once more, unable to help myself. I felt him smile against my neck, knowing he'd found my sweet spot, and slowly worked up to my mouth again.

I don't know how long it lasted, but I knew eventually we had to come up for air, and we did. It didn't sink in - I mean really sink in - that I had just experienced a full-on make-out session with Harry Styles, my brother's best friend, the boy I was supposed to hate, until I saw him standing right in front of me. His cheeks were flushed, his lips were swollen, and his dark curls were tousled, his green orbs were the brightest that I'd ever seen them. His breath blew across my face and I breathed it in, watching as his chest rose and fell with every breath he took. 

Our gaze never left each other. Nothing had ever felt so real, yet I was sure it was a dream. I was tempted to pinch myself to prove it wasn't, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. My lips tingled, yearning to be crashed up against his once more, but I somehow took control of myself. 

His expression was unreadable, and for some reason that made my heart beat even faster. I swallowed hard as we just continued to stare at each other. 

There was no trying to deny the obvious feelings I had for him now. There was no point. All these weeks I had spent trying to fight the fact that I was falling for him had all led up to this moment, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

I might as well have shouted it from the rooftops. How could I have been so stupid? And from the way he kissed me, it was obvious he felt the same way. If he hadn't pushed me up against the wall, would I be back in the cafeteria, still trying to deny my feelings for him for my friends and myself? Would I have gone through life not ever knowing the feeling of Harry's lips on mine?

Was this real life?

Did I actually just kiss my brother's best friend?

His eyes searched my face, and I wanted to ask what he was looking for, but I didn't have the voice. 

Suddenly, his lips curled into that smirk I loved to hate. "Well," he said slowly, crossing his arms over his chest. "That was an interesting experiment, wasn't it?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Experiment?" I asked. 

He nodded. "Yup," he said, popping the p. He glanced down at me, an almost smug look on his face.

Slowly, my anger began to build, starting off small but growing by the millisecond as it bubbled hot in my veins. I couldn't believe him.

Had this been just some game? Had I been pranked? Was some game show host about to pop out in the middle of nowhere and scare me half to death because I'd been on live camera?

I couldn't believe it. He'd done this to trick and manipulate me, hadn't he? God, what a dick! And here I'd thought he actually liked me. Thoughts whirled around in my head faster than a hurricane, causing my anger to spike as I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white.

"I can't fucking believe you!" I sputtered, half blinded by rage. "Is this supposed to be some kind of fucking game, Styles?" 

Harry's eyes widened and he stepped back, holding his hands up in the air like he was being arrested for something he didn't do. A crease appeared in his forehead as he stared down at me, a confused and taken aback look on his face.

"What are you talking about?" he stammered.

My jaw dropped. Was this actually happening right now?

"You know damn well what I'm talking about! You tried to make me think that kiss we just had was all meaningful and romantic, and now you're saying it was some kind of fucking 'experiment' for your own entertainment!" I practically yelled, throwing my hands up in the air.

Harry stared at me blankly for a second. I glared at him, secretly wanting to know what he was thinking. And a second later, he burst out laughing.

I don't mean just a little giggle. I mean, full-out, doubled-over, red-in-the-face, shoulder-shaking cahoots. I stood there, my mouth dropped to the floor, struck speechless and appalled as he tried in vain to pull himself together again.

The anger inside of me was practically on fire. To my horror, tears sprung to my eyes, and I quickly swiped at my eyes, frustrated by my weakness. I couldn't believe that he thought this was funny. How could he? How could he have that effect on me and not even care what he did to me?

Harry Edward Styles really was a fucking asshole.

I huffed through my nose and turned on my heel. I'd had enough of this. After this little stunt of his, I sure as heck wasn't ever talking to Styles again. He fucking played with my emotions; that was going way too far. 

I could hear him laughing behind me as I stormed for the door. "Fuck you, Styles!" I cried out, my voice wavering with unshed tears.

"Amber! Wait, what's wrong?" I heard Harry ask. 

"Don't even talk to me," I hissed, reaching for the door handle. I heard footsteps behind me, and I tried in vain to pull the door open, but there was no luck.

"Seriously, Dots, what did I do?" Styles asked. 

"Leave me alone!" I shouted, pulling forcefully on the door again. God dammit, why wasn't this fucking thing working? 

"Amber..." the footsteps were closer now. I jiggled the handle, frustration bubbled up inside of me. God, this was just my day, wasn't it? 

I was just about to give up when it happened. Two strong arms wrapped around my waist, the familiar scent immediately calming me. He nestled his face in my hair, breathing in, and immediately my heartbeat slowed down. It was only after I'd finished freaking that I remembered I was mad at him. 

I elbowed him in the gut, wriggling around like a worm in vain to break free of his grasp, but Styles had me in tight. 

"Let... me... go!" I hissed, trying to twist out of his death grip.

His lips tickled my ear, sending those usual shivers as he whispered, "You do realize you just pulled the door when it clearly says push, right?"

My eyes widened. "Oh...," I said weakly. Slowly, he let me go. I turned around and dusted myself off before putting my hands on my hips and looking him up and down. 

"Now I'm going to ask you this once and only once," Harry said, his expression unreadable. "What the hell was that for?" 

I opened my mouth and then closed it. For some reason, I couldn't speak in complete sentences."I... thought... experiment...?" I squeaked, blushing at how unintelligent I sounded.

His face was blank for a minute, and then understanding flooded into his green eyes. An amused smile opened on his mouth like a present, and he laughed a little, running his hands through his curly hair as he looked at the ground. I thought I saw the redness of a blush on those cheeks of his, but I couldn't be positive. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his two forefingers, then put a hand to his smiling mouth, before looking at me with sparkling eyes.

"I was going to explain, but then you just ran off," he said finally.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Well, I'm all ears now," I admitted. 

He smirked. "Okay." 

I made a waving on motion with my hand. "So... talk."

He sighed. "I don't know how to say this." 

"Just say it," I said matter-of-factly. "I won't judge."

There was a silence as he stared down at his hands. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Was Harry fucking Styles, the most cocky, self-assured asshole of a guy I'd ever known, actually speechless?

"I didn't mean an experiment as in that way," he said. "You know, playing with your mind."

"Oh," I said, feeling a little bit stupid. 

"I meant it in the sense of... well, an experiment to see whether you felt the same way about me. Because, believe it or not, I like you, Amber. A lot. I like your hair. Your eyes. Your smile. That feisty, sassy personality. Your body. And all of it was driving me fucking insane just thinking about you every single night, staring at the ceiling and knowing I'd probably never be able to kiss those lips thanks to your brother. I've liked you forever, okay? Ever since I met you I've been crazy about you. He took a deep breath, gathering his courage before continuing.

"So I was just like, 'Fuck it. Might as well.' We have a short time on this earth, you know? And you know what? I'm fucking glad I did this experiment, because out of all the girl's I've kissed, yours is the one that's going to stick with me. Yours is the one I'll look back on and just smile like an idiot. And if you want, we can just forget this ever happened.  I know you hate me, Dots, and I'm fine with that. But I really had to do it, Dots. I couldn't stand it any longer. I'm not used to the chase. I'm not going to lie, okay? I can get girls wrapped around my finger like that. But there's just something different about you. And the fact that I just can't have you is like...," he took a deep breath, putting his hand on his mouth. He shook his head and laughed humorlessly. "It's like nothing I'd ever experienced before."

For the millionth time today, I was struck speechless. How on earth do you respond to that? I felt like the world had just been turned upside down. First my cocky brother's best friend kissed me, and now he's telling me he loved me all this time? I let out a laugh of disbelief. This was almost too much for me to handle. 

He crossed the floor to me, so close I could touch him. I looked into his eyes, unable to speak or breathe. 

"How do you hate me now, Dots?" he whispered.

"I..." I began.

His expression changed when he saw I was speechless. It was soft, almost caring, and took me back to the day at the movies when I had been crying in the bathroom.

He stroked my cheek with his finger, looking deep into my eyes. "You don't have to say anything," he whispered, the sound of his voice echoing in my mind. "I knew it. I knew it all this time."

"No you didn't," I managed. "You just said you thought I hated you." 

He blinked, thinking about it for a second, and when he finally remembered, he laughed softly. "I did, didn't I?"

I grinned. "Gotcha."

"You did, indeed," Harry agreed.

"Woah there," I stepped back and looked at him, shocked. "You're actually admitting it?"

He looked at the floor. "Love makes you do crazy things," he said, his voice so soft it was barely audible. I'm not even quite sure that's what he said, but I'd bet money on it.

Before I knew what I was doing, I had grabbed Harry's face and crashed my lips to his once more. Surprised, he started out stiff, but then eased into the kiss and began kissing me back. Pleasure rushed through me, and we kissed for awhile before coming up for air. I rested my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around him, and he did the same for me.

We just stood there for a while, rocking back and forth. I wished that I could just stay there forever, cozy in his arms. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I breathed in the smell of his shirt, and he kissed the top of my head. It had to end sometime, though. I was surprised when I realized I was the one who had pulled away.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"What was what for?"

"The kiss." 

I shrugged, smiling coyly. I rested both my arms on his shoulders, drawing back and cocking one head to the side. 

"Sometimes love makes you do crazy things," I said, quoting him.

A knowing smile spread across his gorgeous face, confirming that he had, in fact, said it. He leaned down to kiss me once more. 

"Yeah," he said when he pulled back. "I guess it does." 

"Speaking of crazy things...," I bit my lip. "What's Louis going to think about... er... all of this?"

He brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen into my eyes. "He doesn't have to know, does he? What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

I winced slightly, looking away. "But if he finds out...,"

"I won't let that happen, trust me. But if he somehow finds out... he'll have me to deal with it. I can take it."

I fell silent. What did that kiss even mean? Were we friends still? Something more? In a relationship? I wasn't sure, and the mess of confusion seemed to tangle in my brain. I opened my mouth up to speak, but Harry beat me to it.

"This doesn't have to mean anything, you know," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't have to mean anything you don't want it to. We can just pretend all this never happened, if you want." 

I snorted. "And have it be awkward between us until the end of time? I don't think so." 

Harry fell silent as he looked into my eyes. His penetrating gaze made me want to squirm, and I had to look away.

"Well, is that what you want?" I asked.

"No," Harry said.

"Then... what?" 

He sighed. "I don't know." 

"Me neither," I said softly. 

Harry looked up at me then, and all of a sudden his eyes were sparkling mischievously. "But I know what I do want."

I pressed my lips together. "And what's that." 

He looked down to check his watch. "We've only got... two and a half hours of school left. I say... how do you feel about ditching and getting some ice cream?"

"Harry Edward Styles," I sputtered, my eyes wide. "Are you suggesting we skip class?" 

He shrugged, smirking slightly. "Yeah. It's on me."

"I don't know...," I shifted from foot to foot. In all my sixteen years of life, I'd never skipped once. I wasn't sure I was ready to start now. 

"Goody-two-shoes," Harry whispered. 

I glared at him. "Don't make me kick you where it hurts, Styles!" I yelled, causing him to laugh. 

"It's the second half of the day. It's not like it's going to matter anyway."

I rolled my eyes. "You're such a good influence." 

He smiled like a little kid. "I know. I take pride in it."

"What's Louis going to say? Hmm?"

"Just say you weren't feeling well and decided to go home."

"Won't it be a little suspicious? You know, the fact that you won't be in class and I won't be in class either."

He gave me a funny look. "I'm never in class anyway."

I sighed. "Like I said, a fantastic influence. Should I have really kissed you?" I asked, stepping back a little and putting a finger to my chin as if I was contemplating it. "You seem like you're doing a lot more harm to my nice-girl status than good... what do you think? Maybe I should just walk away and forget about it?"

He smirked, and leaned in close to me again. "I'm the boy your parents warned you about," he whispered, and I couldn't help but laugh. 

"That's it, Styles. I think I'm going to have to cut this... whatever it is... off."

His face fell. "So no ice cream?"

I winced. "I really can't skip class, Harry." 

"What if I did this?" Without any warning but that, he took me by the wrists and pinned me against the wall, his lips colliding with mine as he began kissed me fiercely and passionately as if I was his only antidote for surviving. When he pulled away, I was yearning for more, but at the same time, completely and utterly breathless.

His eyes locked with mine, the question he held in them burning into my soul. Finally, a smile curled at my lips.

"All right, all right," I muttered. "You win, Styles. We'll get ice cream. Now get off of me."

Harry smiled. "That's my girl."


A/N! Hey my beautiful angels! xD

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 The next update should be tomorrow morning or mid-afternoon. I hope you liked this chapter and I know you'll like the next even better.



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