Best Friends with a player ( Harry Styles AU)

Being Best Friends with Harry wasn't the easiest thing in the world especially since the school worshipped the ground he walked on. He was the player no girl could resist and the guy every male hated because of the way their girlfriend lusted after him. I was the schools outcast, with the worst social life because Harry was to protective over me causing everyone to steer away. He has this idea that I was 'His' no one else's and made sure every guy knew that. "Just tell me if you want me to stop Aleeah" Harry murmured causing my eyes to flutter closed when his hot breath skimmed my trembling lips. He slowly backed me up against the hardness of the tree that shaded us, and gently raised my leg so that it was around his hip. I arched my back against his warm chest and felt him press himself tightly against my body causing me to whimper. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked, his voice husky and seductive while placing small kisses at the corners of my mouth causing my breathing to falter.


10. Chapter 10

Jason dropped me off at home about a few hours ago. The car ride was silent, not an awkward silence,it was a comfortable silence. I could see Jason giving me quick side glances but never asked me anything, which I am grateful for. He told me to give him a call once I got out the car. I just smiled and waved goodbye.

It's now midnight and I still couldn't sleep. The image of Harry's lips against my body is still fresh in my mind. The way he took his time taking the shot. The way he tightly held my hips. Is it wrong that it felt so right, yet so wrong? If that made sense at all.

This wasn't some sick joke, this was actually happening. Harry and I had a thing... That could be dangerous and could ruin our friendship. If I gave into Harry allowing myself to sleep with him like hundreds of other girls did, I wouldn't be any better. I'd be just like them, except they didn't lose anything besides their dignity. I'd lose more than my dignity; I'd lose my best friend.

And was some stupid fling even worth it?

You know what? I'm not going to let something like that happen again. I'm going to stand up for myself and put my foot down. Take control and tell him no!

I grinned and sighed at the little pep talk I gave myself, it was pretty good if I say so myself. I pulled my blankets over my legs and snuggled into it when my thoughts were interrupted. I heard the front door close and sucked in a sharp breath.

Who could it be? Mom and Aidan are both in bed sound asleep. I jumped up quickly, fully alerted when my feet hit the cold wooden floor. It's the middle of the night and there's someone in my house. I quickly grabbed the baseball bat that was laying under my bed and exited my room, ready to beat the fudgecakes out the burglar.

I could hear movements coming from downstairs but it sounded like the pounding in my chest was way louder. I made my way slowly downstairs one step at a time holding the bat ready to attack. I could hear someone on the phone but I couldn't make out who it was or what the conversation was about.

As I moved closer, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from, the floor creaked and everything went quiet.


I'm going die, I'm going to die! I kept chanting in my head, calm Down Aleeah breath, just breath I told myself slowly taking a step back.

"Boo" Someone said behind me.

"Ahh-" I screamed trying to swing the bat but was cut off when a hand covered my mouth and pushed me up the wall. My eyes went big and I kept moving around like a mad person trying to break free, but this person was to strong. "Chill Aleeah, it's just me" He said. I stopped moving. Wait a minute, I know that voice!

"HARRY!! What the fudgecakes are you doing here this late" I screamed. "Are you crazy, You almost-" He cut me of again. "Dammit!Stop shouting Aleeah, we don't wanna wake up your Mom and brother now do we?" He chuckled. He grabbed my hand, hauling me upstairs and into my room.

He thinks this is a joke, I freaking almost had a heart attack, he's so lucky I didn't attack him with my bat or his brains would've been splattered all over the living room wall. I glared at his back thinking of all the ways I was going to kill him.

Maybe I'd start by cutting his tongue off? Then slowly cut each finger saving the best for last, which was the one thing he cherished the most his D- Psst!He doesn't smell much like alcohol so he must have sobered up? Mmh weird

I withdrew my hand from his, "Harry you can't just barge into my house in the middle of the night. I thought you were a freaking burglar!" I said throwing the bat on the floor, wincing at the sound of the impact. He came out the bathroom "Good thing it wasn't a burglar," he said "or else you would've beaten him up with a baseball bat" he laughed. He's actually laughing at me! "Why so sexist, women could be burglars to-This isn't funny Harry!" I pouted shaking my head at how easily I got distracted and went to my bed lights jumping on it.

"Aww, c'mon Aleeah, don't be mad" he mumbled coming closer to the bed. But I just ignored him and kept staring at the ceiling. Harry's face then came into view and was hovering over me, each leg on each side of me body. We were in the same position just like we were at the party. "I'm sorry, Aleeah" Harry said, but I hardly paid attention because images of the party kept flashing through my head.

My mind went blank as soon as I felt warm lips against my neck. "Harry" I said but it come out more as a moan, allowing the little pep talk I gave myself to leaving through my ears. No, not again. Harry started to suck on my neck. "H-Harry-y S-stop" I moaned. My hands somehow found it's way into Harry's hair.

"Tell me Aleeah, do you really want my to stop?"

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