Sick Little Games



2. Flashback

~ Flashback – 4 months ago

It was just another normal friday night where everyone was at Niall’s. Why? To party, as usual. The poor boy, he was always the one to hold the big festivities. I honestly didn’t know how his parents could possibly tolerate all of this. The house always looked like a mess the day after… But oh well, it was Niall’s problem after all, not mine. So, it was almost 11PM and I was already drunk. Nothing really surprising when you get to know me, you’ll see. As I was frantically searching for my bottle of vodka in the fridge, I heard some stupid wolf-whistle coming from behind me. I knew who it was and it was driving me completely insane. I slowly turned around to find him smirking at me.

“Oh, Skye…Your ass looks amazing in that skirt. The view is fantastic! ” Harry Styles said, the boy that always got on my nerves and probably always will. I’m sorry but… He was such a pig, I couldn’t stand him at all.

“Fuck off, Styles. ” I said, honestly annoyed by his attitude and well, just his overall existence.

“Heyyyyy, I was only trying to be nice! ” Harry replied, stumbling towards me. Oh, someone else was tipsy.

“But you failed! As usual… ” I said, looking him straight in the eyes just before leaving the kitchen with a fresh can of beer in my hands. I thought my brief conversation with Harry was over but I was wrong, he spun me around and looked at me in the eyes, with a sad expression on his face.

“Why do you hate me so much..? ” He mumbled.

For a second or two, I kind of felt bad for him. I mean, I knew I could be really rude sometimes but… Oh fuck it, it was all his fault. He was the one always making inappropriate remarks about how he would love to shag me. He brought it all on himself so, I composed myself and simply replied:

“Because you’re an annoying little prick. That’s why! ” I scoffed and slightly pushed him away so I could finally get away from him. It was such a shame that Harry and I were sharing the same group of friends. Otherwise, I could happily ignore him and live a happy life but… no. I couldn’t. I was best friends with Louis, Zayn, Liam and Niall… Who were also Harry’s best mates. I spent all of my dear life by his side, hearing his constant stupid jokes and the more he got older, the more inappropriate he became in my presence. Anyways, you get it, I don’t like Harry Styles. Now, moving on! The evening went on and I got even more drunk, everything is all blurry and very confusing in my memory. I definitely don’t remember everything if you want me to be very honest. I know I played beer pong with Zayn at some point… I also remember running in Niall’s garden with Louis chasing after me, screaming that he wanted to become a superhero and that he wanted me to become his loyal sidekick. Ha, Drunk-Louis, something very funny to witness, I assure you. But the whole story gets really interesting when I got all alone with Niall in his bedroom. I remember every details starting from that moment of the night… Luckily for me because otherwise, I probably wouldn’t be in that kind of relationship with Harry nowadays.

Niall and I were laying on his bed, laughing and saying stupid things. He said he wanted a pause from everything that was going on downstairs so, I brought him up to his room so we could peacefully chat without being disturbed. I don’t remember what I said exactly but Niall ended up tickling me and well, he was on top of me. First of all, I’d like to say that even sober, I’m kind of a big slut and the next events are something that I regret terribly but oh well… It happened and it’s not like I can change any of it so, voila.

I crashed my lips against his and while doing so, I was deliberately grinding my hips against his growing erection. Things were getting a little heated between Niall and I, when he suddenly jumped out of the bed and stared at me like I was the freaking Lochness Monster or something.

“What’s wrong!? ” I said, visibly hurt to be rejected like that. Niall sighed very loudly and then finally replied to me, with disappointment in his eyes:

“Skye, trust me… I really wanna do it but… Harry would fucking kill me, alright!? Oh shit, I shouldn’t have said that- ”

Harry? Why were we suddenly talking about him? Niall was hiding something from me. I knew it and I didn’t like it at all. I stood up very quickly and glared at him, he gulped very hard, afraid of what I was going to say next.

“Would you care explaining to me why Harry has something to do with this!? ” I said, glaring at him. I thought he was about to faint, he looked so scared and he visibly didn’t know what to say to me. Which was only making me more curious about the whole situation. I was about to ask him more about the whole Harry thing when the door suddenly opened, revealing a very intoxicated Louis.

“Sorry guys but… Niall, some girl spilled beer all over your couch so- ” Louis slurred, barely standing on his own two feet.

“The couch?! Shit! I’m completely fucked now! This is just great! ” Niall screamed, storming out of the room, dragging Louis along with him.

I was now all alone in Niall’s bedroom with all of these weird questions going through my head. Why would Harry be pissed if anything would happen between Niall and I? I just had to know what the fuck what going so I knew what I had to do; go ask Harry himself.

After ten minutes of searching that damn idiot, I finally found him all alone in the kitchen, drinking all by himself in the corner. What a loser.

“You and I, we need to have a little chat. Right now! ” I said, visibly pissed off. I didn’t even wait for him to say anything, I took his arm and dragged him to the nearest bedroom in my sight. I pushed him inside and locked the door behind us. He was staring at me, obviously confused by all of this.

“Niall said something very interesting about you earlier- ”

“What the fuck did he say!? ” Harry almost screamed. He looked scared and almost…shy? I could be wrong but it really looked like he was. That’s where it all hit me. Harry had a thing for me… Oh my dear god.


“Harry… Do you… Do you fancy me? ” I said, trying to hold back a laugh.

I knew that was it because he immediately looked down, looking like a scared little boy caught in the act of doing something bad. Wow. I couldn’t believe it. I always thought he was saying these dirty comments to me just because he’s stupid like that. He spends his time saying stuff like that to other girls too so I never thought that he would actually fancy me… I was just about to burst out laughing and leave him in the room when I had this idea. This crazy idea, if you want me to be really honest. He looked so vulnerable and… lost. I loved the idea of playing with him a little bit. I always disliked him, yes, but I had to admit, Harry was a very good-looking guy and I’ve heard great things about his performances in bed so… I thought about making him a really special offer that he just couldn’t refuse. I dangerously stepped closer to him, inches away from his face. He looked up to meet my eyes, looking very confused.

“Well, I’ll take that as a yes… So, I have an idea. Let’s play a little game together. Just you and me. ” I said, with a wicked smirk on my face.

“W-What kind of game are we t-talking about here? ” he said, still confused.

“The kind of game where we fuck each others’ brains out all the time but, with no consequences. ” I said, smiling innocently.

He looked very surprised by my proposal but he slowly started to smile. Ha, finally.

“With… no consequences? ” he said, questioning the terms of our little understanding.

“Just sex. No feelings. Absolutely no feelings. ” I said, trying to emphasis on the no feelings part.

He thought about it for a couple of seconds but he wasn’t very long, he looked back at me and said:

“Alright. Sounds good to me. ” he said, cheekily. I didn’t even have the time to say anything else that Harry’s lips were already moving against mine and I’m not going to lie, it felt amazing. We were in the middle of taking each others’ clothes off when I suddenly blurted out:

“Oh and another thing, no one can know about this. It’ll be our little secret. Alright? ”

“Alright. ” he said, smirking again. He leaned down to kiss me but instead, I turned my head so I could kiss his neck. I slowly made my way to his chest and then even further down, I eventually ended up on my knees. Now, I think you can all pretty much guess what happened next.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...