Oops! ➵ h.s a.u

"You're in a relationship with my best friend, Harry. My best friend is your girlfriend. We really should not be doing this."

"This is so wrong...- but at the same time...-"

"Nothing's ever felt so right."



Harry Styles Alternate Universe


5. Driving me crazy, but I'm into it.

Songs for this chapter:
- My Place | The Vamps
- Sexy Dirty Love | Demi Lovato
- Starving | Hailee Steinfeld & Grey (feat ZED)
- If Only | Dove Cameron




Twenty minutes later, and I'm still trying to come up with an answer for Harry. I've told myself countless of times that I'm done with it, but as Lauren said, I still fancy him and I still want to have his arms wrapped around me. 

I sigh deeply and run a hand through my unruly hair. What the bloody hell am I supposed to do? I know I can't pursue someone who's in a relationship, but I really want to. Oh, how I want to. 

But it's bad, and I can't, no matter how much I wish I could.  

I groan and force myself to take my phone up and start typing an answer for the man I wish was available. I can't believe myself as I type in yes and press send. I almost backtrack and quickly send a no, but do I honestly want to do that? No.

So instead I wait anxiously to see what he's going to text back to me, like some bloody teenage girl. Which implies, sitting and staring at my phone like a total nutter. 

I'm about to give up and leave my phone alone until it beeps and I'm quick to see who it's from. Harry.

From: Harry: Can I come over?

I reply with a hesitant yes and seconds later, he writes an 'on my way'. 

What am I doing honestly? Sitting here, saying that the guy I slept with on New Years and who just also happens to be my best friend's boyfriend, can come over? 

I am the bloody worst person to walk the face of Earth. 

He's driving me crazy, and though I say I've had enough of it all, I think I may actually really like it. It's the thrill of it, I guess. Sneaking around with a guy that I know is off limits. It's like a modern day, more screwed up, Romeo and Juliet. In a way...

I need to relieve some stress. 

I get up from the couch and walks into the bathroom to take a quick shower, even though I know Harry will most probably be here very shortly. I turn on the faucet and wait till it gets warm, then strip out of my clothes and step in under the scalding water. 

I let out a deep sigh and close my eyes; letting the thought of green eyes and a tattooed body take over my mind. He's too much for me to handle. Not so much him being with Elizabeth, but more just... him.

His entire being is so overwhelming, and I can't for the life of me fathom why he would waste his time, and put his relationship in jeopardy, for me. He's sweet, caring, funny and so unbelievably handsome, and what am I?

A total homewrecker

I groan in frustration and turn the water off. My skin is dripping with the glistening water, and I grab a towel to dry myself. When I get to dry my face, I practically bury my face in the soft cotton and let out a frustrated not-really-human noise and stomp my feet like a child.  

I shake my head and walk into my bedroom, pull my kimono from the hanger and pull it over my body and walk to the kitchen and fill a glass with ice-cold water and gulp the liquid down in seconds, to try and calm my nerves. 

It doesn't work, and it only gets ten times worse when I hear a knock on the door. He's here. It feels like my legs are made of Jell-O as I wobble to the door and open it, to be met with the face that has been haunting my dreams in the best way possible. 

His eyes are shining more brightly than I remembered. The small smile on his lips is enough to make my breath get stuck in my throat. He just looks dazzling. Absobloodylutely drop-dead, mouth-watering gorgeous

"Hi," he quietly mutters and looks oddly uncomfortable. 

"Hey," I say back and open the door so he can walk in, and he does so. I don't know what the hell to do with myself as he takes his coat and shoes off, so I just stand awkwardly in the doorway, clutching my kimono so it doesn't open and just stare at him. Like a fucking creeper. 

"You want a brew or something?" I ask and curse out the shakiness of my voice. He doesn't seem to notice and curtly nods and follows me into the kitchen. I take deep breaths and put on the kettle; hearing it slowly bubbling behind me as I look at Harry, who's leaning up against the table with his hands crossed in front of him. 

"How are you doing?" He suddenly breaks the silence I was getting oh so comfortable in and looks me deep in the eyes. It takes every ounce of self-control to not jump his bones and make all the doubt and thoughts go away with his kisses. 

"uhh... fine. Just fine. How about you?" I reply and nervously bite my lip. 

He nods and harshly swallows. "Veronica, I-"

He's cut off by the screeching of the kettle and agonizingly closes his eyes and sighs deeply. I mutter small profanities to the kettle as I pour the water into the mugs I've placed, with a tea-bag in them, beside me. 

I sigh and walk into the living-room with Harry following right behind me. He doesn't say a word. Neither do I. I'm at a total loss for words, and he seems to be as well. 

As I've placed the mugs on the small table in front of the couch, we both sit down. Unintentionally so close, that our arms are slightly brushing up against each other. It's not much, but I can feel my entire body tense up and by the expression on his face, I know he feels the tension as well. 

I bite my lip and look at him from the corner of my eye. He's looking down at his hands that are cladded with different rings and tattoos are peeking out from the sleeve of his black shirt. He runs a hand through his unruly hair, and small curls are littered across, surrounding his face, because of the damp weather outside. 

I take a sip of my tea and turn so I'm facing him completely. He turns his head slightly and his burning, jade eyes meet mine. He's breathing heavily through his parted, red lips and his cheeks are painted a faint blush and he just looks overall flustered. 

I sigh and place the mug back on the table and he folds his hands in his lap and looks at me expectantly. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

He looks at me like I'm stupid. "I want to talk about the 1973 oil crisis. What do you think? This, us...- Elizabeth."

I cringe at the mention of her name. I am such a horrible excuse for a friend.

"I know it was stupid of me to say what I did at that dinner, but I just couldn't keep it in," he continues and looks me sorrowful in the eyes and shakes his head, letting out a small, humourless laugh. "You make me go absolutely crazy, Veronica. So amazingly insane, and I have no bloody idea how to handle it. You make me want to just scream and punch something, and I don't know why, but I can't get enough of it."

I keep trying to fight the smile that wants to creeps onto my lips at his words, but I just can't. I know I'm probably the worst person ever, but right now, right here with Harry; hearing him say all the things I've thought myself, is bringing me too much joy to pass up.

"Please just... just tell me what to do, Ronnie." He looks at me pleadingly and licks his lips. I know that what I'm about to do, is beyond stupid and bad, but I can't help myself as I let out a deep breath, licks my lips and leans slightly towards the man in front of me and say:

"Kiss me."

And so he does. He impatiently closes the gap between us and puts his lips on mine. It feels like I can finally breathe again, and I can tell he feels the same way when he pulls me closer and cups my cheek with a hand and letting the other hand rest on my elbow. 

His chest is flush up against mine and his lips have never felt so good on mine. He moves his head and lets his lips travel down my neck and sucks slightly on the skin just below my collarbone. I moan and push my hair through his messy hair, and I hear a soft groan coming from him. 

He puts his hands on my thighs and signals for me to sit astride him, and I've never wanted to do something more than this, now. He makes me go crazy as well, and I'm sure he's damn well aware of it. 

I move forward and press myself closer to him, and gasp softly when I feel his hardness press into me, which is much closer to me than ever, as my kimono has ridden up and I'm only wearing a thin pair of knickers under. 

He retracts his lips from my neck, softly plants a kiss on the corner of my lips and looks me deep in the eyes. His eyes are searching my face and his lips are red and swollen. He looks beyond sexy, and I can't believe I'm actually in this situation with him again. A small smile caresses his lips and his fingers wrap around the silky fabric of my kimono and push it down my shoulder; revealing the skin on the top of my breast and his eyes widen and he lets out a gasp. 

"You're driving me so crazy, and I am so into it," he breathes and pushes his mouth back to mine and lets his hand wander up to my breast and cups it with a soft movement. The feeling of his hands on me is exquisite, and I never want it to go away. 

I'm getting completely lost in the way his lips feels on mine, and I don't want to get back into reality. Sadly, my happiness is cut short when my phone rings and I look at it and see a name that I definitely don't want to talk to right now, on the display. 


Harry sees and nods at me to answer the phone and I take in a deep breath and press the green button. Harry's hand still rests on my breast and he's looking at me hungrily when I mutter a small hello into the phone. 

"Oh my God, Ronnie! You won't believe what just happened!" She yells frustrated and I would giggle at her outburst if not for the fact that Harry doesn't seem to want to stop what we had going on just a minute ago, and keeps kissing my neck. 

"No, what happened?" I ask and do my best to suppress a moan when Harry's mouth move to the sensitive spot just below my ear. I lift my eyebrows and send his daggers to try and make him stop (even though I don't really want him to), but he merely just smirks, moves down and plants a kiss just above my bellybutton. 

"Remember Max from work? Yea, he still can't take a bloody hint and keeps asking me on dates, even though I've told him time and time again I've got a boyfriend!" She breathes heavily and I can also see her sitting in a toilet cubicle at her work, frustrated and angry. "Anyways, today I found out that he's been telling everyone that we slept together on the trip, and I just...- I slapped him!"

I gasp loudly, partly from Harry's assault on my body and partly from the uncharacteristic slap from Elizabeth. She's the nicest, most innocent girl I know, and to have her slap someone is so out of character for her. 

I let out a strangled 'wow' and Harry smiles up at me with those enchanting eyes. 

"Yea, I just wanted to tell you. It was so weird to just slap someone, I mean I never-" I let out a moan as Harry has moved his lips down to the top of my knickers and presses his warm lips to my clothed area. "What on Earth are you doing and why the hell are you moaning? Wait, are you watching porn?"

My eyes widen and I can see Harry giggling between my legs, as I take as a sign he's heard the entire conversation. I roll my eyes and press my hand in front of his mouth to stop Elizabeth from hearing I've got male company. 

"What? No! I'm obviously not watching porn Liz, don't be daft!" I'm watching it, I'm living it. 

"Well, what the bloody hell are you up to?" She asks frustrated. I'm about to answer that I'm simply just doing the laundry, but out of nowhere, Harry bites down on the palm of my hand, making me pull my hand away that was previously covering his mouth, and I let out an ow. He's grinning mischievously when I look down at him to tell him off and he hooks his fingers around the edge of my knickers and I send him a 'don't'-look. He groans and rolls his eyes and, despite my not so convincing efforts, pulls down my knickers and his pupils dilate at my now completely exposed skin. 

"Listen, Liz, I just dropped my laundry basket on my foot and got clothes everywhere... why don't I call you back later?" I say, and because of Harry not wasting any time with what he would like to do, I don't wait for a response from Liz and hang up and throw my phone onto the floor. 

Harry looks up at me, smirking, and lets his fingers run down between my open thighs. He licks his lips and blows cold air onto my heated area. "Now, where were we?"

Bloody hell...



(A/N): sorry for the wait, but here's the new chapter :)




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