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?

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11. Chapter 8

JASMINE'S POV

"I'm sorry about that, Jas. Really, I am. He shouldn't go around claiming you, you're a fucking person." El said, once I was done explaining everything to her.

"I know. And because of that, I'm scared to leave him."

"Why?"

"Because  every guy in the area knows me now. What if they hear that me and Harry broke up, and they take that chance to like, rape me or some shit?"

She sighed and rubbed her temples.

"Ok. Its obvious that we're stressed out about this whole thing, so why don't we relax for a bit? I don't know about you, but I'm taking a nap." She headed for the stairs.

"Yeah. I guess I better take one too. My head is starting to hurt." I followed her.

Once I got to my room, I shut the door and flopped on my bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.

I was in complete ecstasy. His hands traveling up and down my body, him leaving soft kisses at every piece of new skin he touched. I loved it. "M-More." I breathed out. He smirked against my stomach and traveled lower to my black lace panties. He hooked his index fingers around the elastic band of them and took his time pulling them down, kissing my thighs as he did. Once they were fully off, he placed his head at my entrance and looked up at me, asking for approval. I nodded and he stuck his tongue out and did a fat lick up my 'cat'. I let out a loud, unexpected moan of pleasure. After that, he full on attacked my 'cat', swirling his hot tongue around my clit. He started sucking on it, and as he was, he stuck a finger in. He pumped it in and out at a rapid pace, but he still didn't leave my clit alone. He sucked harder and stuck another finger in. He curled them up, making them hit my g-spot. "Fuck! Yeah!" I moaned out loud. He started humming on it, still pumping his fingers at a faster pace than before. "Shit! I'm gonna cum!" I screamed and started tugging on his hair. I came all over his fingers, screaming out in pleasure. He licked up all my juices and kissed up my body until he was eye-level with me. I took this time to get a good look at him. Green eyes. Dimples. Curls. Soft pink lips. HARRY?!

I shot up from my bed with a gasp and my eyes were wide. Did I really just have a dirty dream about him?! What the fuck is wrong with me?! I rolled my eyes and wiped a bit of sweat that appeared on my forehead. I turned to my digital alarm clock, the bright red letters almost blinding me.

It read 7:02. Alright. I had enough time to get ready for work. I got out of bed, went into my bathroom, turned on the shower water, and stripped down naked. I stepped in the shower once it got to the temperature I wanted and closed my eyes, enjoying the hot water droplets hitting my skin.

"Gonna be a real good girl for daddy, aren't you baby?" Harry whispered huskily in my ear and kissed my earlobe as he removed my bra.

I snapped my eyes open. I should've known that was gonna happen. I finished washing up and stepped out of the shower. I dried off and went back into my room. I went to my closet to find something to wear.

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I chose a short, tight, black mini dress and paired it with red pumps. After that, I went to the mirror and plugged in my flat iron. As I waited for it to heat up, I started on my makeup. I put on foundation, a bit of blush, smokey eyeshadow, winged eyeliner, mascara, and ruby red lipstick.

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Once I was done with that I straightened my hair, but then ruffled it to make it look more wild. I flipped it up and down, side to side, until I was satisfied. I looked in the mirror and gave myself an approving look before starting the walk to the club.

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Once I arrived there, I found that Harry and the rest of his gang were already at the bar. I got nervous at the sight of Harry. How am I supposed to face him when he's the one I had a dirty dream about? I took in a deep breath and walked over to the bar, behind the counter, and took my usual spot.

"Hey." Niall smiled.

"Hey." I smiled back.

Already, I could feel Harry staring at me. Is it my fault that I'm better friends with Niall than with him?

"Can I get a beer?" He asked me.

I smiled again and nodded. Assuming that every guy over there wanted one, I grabbed several beers and handed them to each, not looking Harry in the eye.

"So, girls. What would you like?" I asked Perrie and Danielle.

"I'll have a Blue Hawaiian." Perrie answered.

"Same." Danielle answered.

"Got it."

I turned around and made them their drinks. Once I was done, I handed it back to them and they thanked me.

"Love your dress." Danielle complimented.

"Thanks." I smiled

"Bartender!" I heard a girl's voice call.

I walked over to the source of the sound and was surprised at who, no,  what I saw. It was that blonde bitch from the other night.

"What the hell do you want?" I said rudely.

"Rude! Is that any way to speak to your hottest customer?" She said and flipped her hair.

I saw her eyes travel to the side and smirk seductively. I followed her gaze and saw that it landed on Harry. He caught eyes with me for a split second, then looked back at the blonde and winked at her. Fucking dick! One move. Just one fucking wrong move from him, and I'm set off! But you know what? I'm gonna keep my cool this time. I don't fucking care about him. One dirty dream means nothing.

"First off, I don't know what the fuck you're talkin about, but I don't swing that way. Second, fuck off." I said, letting my anger get the best of me.

"Ok." She said carelessly and made her way over to Harry.

She made Jake move, who was sat next to Harry, and took his seat. Harry didn't seem to mind at all. And thats his best fucking friend for crying out loud!

"Jake!" I called.

He looked over at me and I pointed to the seat she was just in. I felt Harry glaring at me, but I didn't care.

"Thanks." He smiled.

Why can't Harry be nice like the rest of his friends?

"No problem. Want another drink?" I asked, seeing that his bottle was almost empty.

He nodded and I handed him one.

"Oh bartender!" I heard an annoying voice call.

I rolled my eyes and groaned, but went over there anyway.

"What." I said rudely.

"Harry, tell her to stop being so mean." She whined to him.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest.

"This should be good, considering I'm 'Harry's girl'." I said, adding quotations around 'Harry's girl'.

The blonde gasped.

" This is the girl that everyone's talking about? You chose  her?" The blonde said, clearly disgusted.

"Well, better than you." I smirked. "After all, I'm  all real."

"Yeah, I chose her. Don't know why I did, though." Harry spoke up.

I'm sorry, what? What is up with him?! One minute, he's touching all over me, another minute, he does shit like this.

"Really now? You weren't saying that earlier when you were trying to fuck me against the wall." I spat. A chorus of 'ooh's went around the table and I just realized that they were listening. "Keyword: trying." I added with a smirk.

"Yeah, and I was this close, but that bitch of a best friend had to fucking show up." Harry retorted.

"First of all, don't fucking bring Eleanor into this. She barely even knows you. Secondly--"

"Barely even knows me? She should know alot by how much you talk about me!"

Another chorus of 'ooh's.

"Judging by her tone with you, obviously none of it was good!"

Another chorus of 'ooh's.

"Who the hell do you think you are?! You don't fucking talk to him like that!" The blonde butted in.

"Who are you?! I can talk to him however I want! I suggest you fucking stay out of this unless you want another bottle smashed on your head!"

Another chorus of 'ooh's.

"You won't dare touch her!" Harry shouted at me.

"So you're defending another girl? Fine by me. Looks like we're over. Not that we've ever started." I shot at him.

Hurt flashed through his eyes again, just like earlier, but this time it stayed.

"Doesn't matter. He has me now." The blonde smirked.

"Go ahead and have him. Does it look like I care?" Notes Ok so, I updated again because I felt bad about the last chapter which was super shitty. But yeah. I hope you guys like this one better!

The awkward moment when you're watching TV with your dad, and a tampon/pad/condom commercial comes on...
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