“Hey,” Shay heard Harry say as he caught up to her as she was exiting school on Friday.
“Hey,” she replied, smiling widely at him.
She hadn’t really seen him around for a few days and she couldn’t help the wide smile and embarrassing blush that took over her face at the sight of him. Her insides weren’t doing any better either.
“You mind if I walk with you?” He asked, falling into step with her.
“Where’s Louis?” She asked immediately. Louis always gave Harry a ride home from school.
“He’s going to Eleanor’s house,” Harry told her.
“Oh. So what’s going on with them? Are they like… dating?” Shay asked. Louis never told her anything, so it was nice to have someone to get the details from.
“He likes her and I think she likes him. But I don’t think they’re to the relationship point… yet,” he said, giving her a half smirk and a cock of his eyebrow.
Shay couldn’t help but think his words held a double meaning. She smiled uncontrollably, looking off in the other direction so he couldn’t see how embarrassing she was being.
“So yeah. Who knows?” Harry said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Don’t you have a car?” Shay asked, changing the subject quickly to help her gain her composure.
“I share it with my sister. Louis gives me a ride ‘cause Gemma takes it to work in the morning,” Harry explained.
“I see. So when Louis can’t give you a ride you have to walk?” She questioned.
“It’s not that big of a deal. You walk home,” he said with a shrug.
“Only because Louis’ driving scares the shit out of me,” she laughed.
“Point taken,” Harry chuckled.
The conversation died out a moment later and they walked in silence for a few moments as Shay’s heart beat wildly in her chest. She couldn’t help but love the fact that she was with him.
“Do you wanna hang out, Shay?” He asked, catching her completely off guard.
“Us?” She choked out.
“Yes, us,” he said, letting out a small laugh.
“Uh, sure,” she stammered, her face burning with blush.
“Cool,” he said as they walked up her driveway together.
Harry was coming over to hang out with her and Louis wouldn’t be home – which meant that the two of them would be there all alone… together. That fact both elated and scared the shit out of her.
“Maybe we can watch Dr. Phil,” Harry said, smirking wildly at her as she unlocked the front door.
“Okay. That joke has to stop,” Shay said, shoving him into the door jam.
“Ow. Geez. But it’s funny, Shay,” he laughed, following her inside.
“Maybe the first time,” she scoffed, playfully glaring at him as she kicked off her shoes.
“And every other time,” he laughed, taking off his shoes too.
“Dr. Phil is a super smart guy, okay,” Shay said as she made her way into the living room. That caused Harry to break out in a fit of laughter.
“Shut it, Styles,” Shay grumbled, plopping down on the couch.
Seconds later Harry sat down next to her – right next to her, his laughter fading quickly. Shay immediately turned on the TV to get the fact that Harry was inches away from her out of her head. But of course it was a pointless act, because nothing would keep that from the forefront of her brain. She flipped the channels mindlessly, unable to concentrate on the fuzzy images as they flipped by.
“Seriously. Dr. Phil’s not on?” Harry joked.
“Dr. Phil’s not on until four,” Shay answered immediately.
“So you really do watch Dr. Phil?” He asked, smirking wildly at her.
“Yes, Harry. For the record, I watch Dr. Phil,” she said, rolling her eyes at him.
“Good stuff,” he laughed.
Shay kept flipping channels, concentrating only on the warmth of his thigh against hers and the smell of his cologne and the way his hand rest against his leg, so close to hers.
“Jesus. Give me the remote, woman,” he said, taking it from her hand easily. Shay stared at him from the corner of her eye as he started going through the channels.
“You flipped through all these channels like 80 times, but you were going so fast that— ooh, Spongebob,” he said, stopping on Nickelodeon. Shay howled out a laugh.
“Oh my god,” she said, shaking her head.
“What?” He chuckled, looking over at her amused.
“’Ooooooh, Spongebob,’” she laughed, imitating him.
“I did not say it like that,” he protested, laughing lightly.
“You did,” she giggled.
“Whatever,” he scoffed, nudging her with his elbow.
“You stopped mid-sentence, dude,” she laughed.
“Shut up,” he grumbled, but kept the smile on his face.
“You’re funny,” she said.
“You’re funny,” he countered.
“You’re dumb,” she said, smiling over at him.
“You’re pretty,” he said, smiling back.
Shay’s smile faded only because he made her go crazy with his words. His smile only grew larger at her reaction.
“Do I make you nervous, Shaylynn?” He asked, using her full name on purpose.
“Uh…” She stammered, stumbling over the words in her head. Harry chuckled amusingly.
“I think you like saying stuff like that just to make me nervous, Styles,” Shay argued, crossing her arms over her chest, focusing back on the TV.
“Well? Did it work?” He asked, and she could see him smirking at her from the corner of her eye.
“No. Well, maybe a little,” she said, feeling the heat in her cheeks.
“A little?” He asked.
“A lot,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him playfully as she kept her arms crossed.
“You are pretty, Shay,” he told her and she scoffed.
“Really pretty,” he kept on.
“Ohh-kay. That’s enough,” Shay said, holding her hand up to stop him, which only made him smile wider.
“And I like kissing you,” he said, leaning toward her.
“Harry…” She breathed, looking into his eyes. It was her chance to put the kabosh on the whole thing. She felt like she needed to, but knew that she wouldn’t.
“Yeah…” He breathed against her lips. The anticipation was building so high inside of her that she thought she might explode.
“Nothing…” She finished, closing her eyes as he moved in further.
Oh God. What was he doing to her? She was going crazy – literally going crazy. His lips were warm and soft as they met with hers and they moved so effortlessly against hers. His tongue was like velvet. She literally never wanted to stop kissing him. She liked it so much that she almost hated herself for it. He was her brother’s best friend. Louis would be so mad to find out what they were doing. Shay cringed slightly at the thought of Louis, but kept kissing Harry. She did her best to expel the thoughts of her brother while the babe with the curly hair and green eyes was kissing her.
Harry’s fingers tangled up into her hair as his kisses grew more aggressive. He was like a professional when it came to kissing. There was no lapse in movement, there were no awkward slip-ups, there wasn’t too much saliva – it was just… amazing.
Soon Harry was coaxing her back, letting his body squeeze in next to her on the couch. They were so close – their bodies touching in so many places. Shay just wanted to scream out in delight.
“Is this okay?” Harry breathed as he hovered above her on the couch.
“Mm-hmm,” Shay hummed pleasingly.
“Good,” he said, leaning back in to connect their lips.
Shay felt like she was on an adventure with him. They could be caught by someone at any moment – who knew how long Louis would be out. It was daring and fun and she never wanted those feelings to go away.
She felt Harry’s hand slide down between her and the couch, gripping on to the back of her thighs, pulling her body closer to his. She could feel his hardness press against her and it made her feel so much – from sexy to wanton to absolutely terrified. She turned him on. She couldn’t believe it. She sparked a desire in him – one she was most definitely feeling in return.
“Oh, God,” Shay breathed, breaking the kiss. She had to take a breath because she felt like her head was going to spin right off her body.
Harry wasn’t deterred though. He kept on, letting his kisses trail lustfully down her neck and throat. Oh God. She never wanted it to stop.
Harry’s hand came up, brushing her hair away from her collarbone as his lips came down to meet with it. Shay’s skin tingled from his lips as a spark traveled up her spine, lighting her up from the inside out. Harry slipped his hand back down, grazing over her breast before it met with her hip again. She was trying to concentrate on everything he was doing, but when his mouth was eating her alive, her brain really couldn’t focus on much else.
That was until she felt his hand slip up inside her shirt. Oh Lord. His fingertips danced across the sensitive skin on her stomach before ascending further up her shirt. She didn’t want to stop him. She didn’t have it in her to stop him.
“Shay…” He breathed against her lips.
“Hmm,” she said in an unmistakable moan.
“Do I make you nervous?” He asked in a low tone, teasing her.
“A lot,” she said, nodding her head. He smiled widely before kissing her lips again.
“Do you like it?” He asked.
“A lot,” she admitted.
“Mmm. Good,” he said and continued kissing her, slipping his hand up in her bra.
When his thumb swiped across the hardening bud of her nipple, she let out a gasp and he smiled against her mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew exactly what was going to make her body react and writhe below him. He knew.
Their time was suddenly cut short when Shay heard the front door open.
“SHIT,” she gasped, pushing hard up against Harry’s chest with her hands.
As soon as Harry was off of her, she flew off of the couch in a matter of seconds, realizing her dad was home early from work. She didn’t even bother to look back at Harry as she dashed to the bathroom that was right off of the living room.
“Harry. How’s it going?” She could hear her dad ask Harry through the bathroom door.
“Awesome. And you?” Harry said, clearing his throat.
“Awesome. Where’s Louis?” Dad asked.
“Uh… I think… uh, I came here looking for him but Shay said he wasn’t here. She let me stay… you know to wait for him,” Harry stammered out his lie. Shay cringed because he sounded so awkward and guilty.
Shay took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. She was certainly a sight. Her hair was a mess, so she quickly patted it down, trying to make herself look normal because she knew she’d have to come out of the bathroom eventually.
“Where is Shay?” Dad asked.
“Uh, bathroom,” she heard Harry answer.
That was her cue. She flushed the toilet, rinsed her hands quickly and pulled open the bathroom door, trying to act as naturally as possible.
“Daddy, hi. What are you doing home already?” Shay asked, trying to look surprised and pleasant all at once.
“I got my work done early today and the boss let me take a few hours,” he told her. Of course he did – on that day of all days.
“Good for you,” Shay said, feeling super awkward as she stood in front of both her dad and Harry.
“Where’s your brother?” Mark asked Shay.
“Uh, some girl’s house,” Shay said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly as she took a seat in the recliner, giving Harry a sideways look.
While she was in the bathroom Harry pulled the blanket from the back of the couch over himself, most likely to cover the hard-on he developed during their make-out.
“Some girl’s house?” Mark questioned, cocking an eyebrow.
“Yeah, uh… Eleanor, I guess,” Shay told him, shrugging as she looked over at Harry.
“Yeah, that’s her name,” Harry said, nodding.
“Hmm. It would be nice if he asked permission to do that sort of stuff,” Dad grumbled, shaking his head as he walked out of the room.
Even after her dad left the room, Shay sat with her eyes on the TV, biting her lip. She was scared to look over at Harry. Shit got pretty real with him in a matter of minutes. She’d never done any of that outside of a relationship. It kind of made her feel a bit slutty, but it also made her feel sexy. Harry made her feel sexy. When she finally turned her head to look at him, he was already looking over at her. He stared into her eyes for a moment before a smile spread across his face. She couldn’t help but smile back.
They had a secret and it was a good one.