Sleeping With The Enemy (Harry Styles, FINISHED)

Jane Hendricks and Harry Styles were arch enemies. Not JUST enemies, but it was just completely hate between the two. Although what others didn't know, was that Jane had a past with Harry. Even enemies could fall in love.. But that was then, and this is now, as others say. It turns out, it wasn't love they were in back then. It was a stupid bet that Harry's friends made him do. And that was to sleep with the enemy.. Who knew one silly night could change the two? All Jane and Harry wanted to do, was let go of that unusual past they had, and never look back again. But what happens when both of these two.. Meet again?


31. Chapter 30



Chapter 30:


-Jane's POV-


"I'm sorry, if I.. Scared you." He fidgets, avoiding eye contact as we
stood in the middle of the lounge.

I shook my head, not really wanting to talk to him. I mean I said yes to
listening to his bull. But I mean talking to him? Now that is just to much.

He rose an eyebrow, waiting for me to speak.

I sighed. "You don't scare me. I've seen someone beat the shit out of
someone else before."

Harry nods once.

"Well why the hell would you do that?" I asked quietly.

It was silent, Harry just staring out into nothing. As if he was
thinking so hard.

I set a hand on my hip, waiting on.

"Harry, you know if----"

"Jane. Henderson was cheating on you. He.. He err used you." Harry
blurted out, cutting me off.

I narrowed my eyes, not really believing what he was saying. "You're
lying." I shook my head. "He wouldn't do that."

"Jane, he did. He said it himself! Would you please just believe me." He
pleaded. "He was with other girls, the same time he's been with you. Who
the hell knows where his dick's been?!"

"Oh my god!" I shout, throwing my hands up in frustration. "Harry how
the hell am I supposed to believe you!"

People say the past is the past. But the truth be told, the past may
have been then. But Harry still remained the same, no matter how may
years has passed. He's still a player, a liar, and a cheater. Somehow,
I've discovered a different side to him. But now that was a different
situation. A situation I had to ignore.

"Jane, please! Henderson is the fucking liar, and he's evil to just.. Do
something like that!"

I chuckled fakely. "Wow, like you've never done that before! If you are
telling the truth, then what's the difference? Nothing will change!"

His breathing was heavy, me staring into his green eyes.

"I know that I have Jane, and I know that he has as well." He grumbled,
his curls hanging low.

"Then why are you still here talking to me?!" I rose my voice.

"Because I'm sorry. So fucking sorry. And I want you to know that.." He

I knew where this was heading.. And I didn't like it. I was about to
turn around and chicken out, but words started to leave his mouth.

"Jane you are the most prettiest girl I've ever met, aside from others
back in high school. You are the most sassiest and the most sarcastic,
which is what keeps me wanting more. You're sweet, and you have such a
pretty smile, the way you have this sort of control over me is just
sickening, but all I want is to stay as close to you as possible and
never leave. I love the way how you can just roll your eyes at me and
I'll be pissed. I love how you piss me off and I piss you off back. I
want you so fucking badly, and it isn't just in bed. I want /you./" It
seems as if he says it all in one breath, as he breathes in, closing his

My mouth hung open, completely shocked. He just said all of that?.. Or
was it just an illusion?

"Harry, I----"

Before I could even say anything, he kisses me. YES he kisses me.

I'm frozen in this shocked state, but my lips still moved along with his..

We both fell onto the couch, the kiss getting a bit heated.

My hands dug in his curls, my legs wrapping around his torso in the
process as I was sat on top of him.

The kiss was getting sloppier by the second, his tongue finding its
entrance into my mouth without permission.

We both sucked in a deep breath at the same time, continuing to take
each other in. But.. H-he just..

/He said I was pretty../

He said all these fucking things, that I never knew he had inside of him..

But did I really have it inside me too?

I pecked him one last time on the lips before pulling away breathless,
our faces still /this/ close. My hands caressed his face, my fingers
gently nipping at his skin.

He was still staring into my eyes.

"And I almost forgot," He started, shifting as he held me on top of him.

I still had no expression, having no idea what I was doing, or what he
was even saying.

"You have the most prettiest eyes ever." Harry whispered, our noses
brushing in an eskimo kiss. Our foreheads touched, my lips still parted.

I didn't feel like getting mad at him. Not this time round. He was being
so sweet.. The side I thought I'd never experience from him.

"Harry.." I muttered.

He nods slightly, giving me permission to speak.

"W-why.. Why can't you just stay like this?"

"What do you mean, babe?" He asks, his arms wrapping around my waist,
keeping me warm.

"Why can't you be the Harry I fell for back in high school." I say
softly, tears starting to brim in my eyes right after.

He shook his head desperately. "No, Jane. I'm still here. I.. I'll stay."

I closed my eyes, a tear streaming down my face. I knew this wasn't
going to last. I felt as if.. We'd gone back years ago. It was just me,
being the girl I used to be. The one that was so head over heels for
guys. Especially the one in front of me. To think I was in his arms, it
got me overwhelmed.

Though it wouldn't last, I knew I wanted to savor it. I wanted to
feel.. /Loved./ The way Harry shows his love is just.. Very intimate.
And I like it that way.

I feel Harry wipe away my tears, leaving a trail of soft kiss wherever
my tears would fall.

My arms wrapped around his neck, my face burrying in his neck as well.

"Harry, you know that I felt different about you." I mumbled.

"I know that you did. And I don't know why I couldn't have done
something to notice you. I was so fucking blind."

I was just so invisible, I was probably used to it back then. But now?
Harry was here.. And he's.. He's still the boy I wanted to have.

That was the secret I've been keeping. I tried telling him, twice now,
but failed. Once at the reunion, and the other I had no fucking idea.

I wanted to tell him.. Tell him that there was still this tiny part of
me that.. That clinged onto the past. The past that showed I was really
in love.

I gently kiss his lips once more, pulling a weak smile.

"Let's please just not talk about it. Please." I pleaded. "I-I want to
see how long I can go without pissing you off. I want to show you.." My
voice trailed in thought.

Harry squeezed my hand slightly.

"I want to show you, /me/."

"You?" He smiled, my head falling onto his chest.

"Yup." I popped the 'p'.

Just for the day.. I wish it would go all right. But you just never know
when everything will slowly crumble down, and it'll go to the way it was
just before.

Maybe just today I can fantasize about someone I can never have. Isn't
love all about that? Fantasizing? If we never did dream, then where
would've all these inspirations gone?

One day is completely fine with me.

As long as I can feel how it feels to be with someone again. Someone


Important to me.
Again sorry :/


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