Good Meets Bad

Jasmine Wells: 19, virgin, good girl thats rough around the edges, never drank, never smoked.

Harry Styles: 19, bad boy, sexual, seductive, drinks, smokes.

What happens when these two cross paths?


8. Chapter 6


I woke up in my room, feeling naked and I had a horrible, horrible pounding head. It was like the whole room was spinning. That's what I get for drinking too much for my first time. I turned over, immediately met with a head of curls and a tattooed back. Harry?

"AAAAAHHHH!!!!" I screamed.

His eyes shot open and he fell off the bed. He only had his boxers on.

"Hey. What gives?" He complained.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I shrieked.


Ow. That hurt 10 times more than it usually would because of my hangover.

"Hey. What gives?" I complained.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" She shrieked.

Shit. What should I say? I can't tell her I ate her out last night. She'd hate me even more. Think, Harry, think.

"I drove you home last night because you got completely wasted. And when we got here, your dress looked a little too tight to be comfortable to sleep in so I stripped you naked, tucked you in, and got in with you." I half lied, not mentioning the part about my little snack.

"Oh." She seemed to relax at that. "Umm...thanks?" She said, more of a question.

I chuckled.

"You're welcome, babe." I smiled. "So umm...I can leave, if you still want me to."

Her eyes widened. Clearly, she didn't expect me to say something like that.

"Uh...yeah. Yeah you should go." She stammered.


I got up, put on the clothes I had last night, and headed towards her door. Without another word said, I left her house, got in my car, and drove off to the alley.

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