10 Things A Girl Shouldn't Do
CHAPTER TWO
When the movie was finally over, Austin's eyes moved from the credits scrolling on the TV screen to me.
"So...what now, Lauren?" He yawned, which was so cute. My baby was sleepy. I can't believe I was thinking he was cute. Of all the things on my mind, Austin was in my head.
"Um...well, it's 1AM, Austin. Come on, Austin, let's go to bed. I'm exhausted. It's been quite a fun day." I added, gazing at the clock. It was definitely gonna take time to get used to being Austin's girl. Getting up from the couch with the empty bowl that used to have popcorn in it and empty soda bottle, I walked over to the kitchen and heard Austin follow me.
"Lauren, can you spend a day with me and forget about your friends?" He asked, in between fighting a yawn. Clearly, Austin was as tired as I was. "Just for a day, baby."
"Um...I don't know." I responded, while putting dirty dishes in the dish washer. After looking away from him and the dishwasher, I gazed into those hazel eyes, trying not to look him up and down. He was a sexy animal that I wanted to have my way with so bad. "I don't know, Austin, I mean, we've never actually gotten to know each other."
"Aww come on, Lauren, please, baby, please."
Oh my god, my baby Austin was pleading for me to be with him. It was so cute, so sexy, and just downright, what I wanted from him.
"All right, Austin. I'll skip a day of school just for you." I surrendered, mad as hell that I just said, "yes." What the hell was I thinking letting him get to me that way?
"Yes!" He shouted, excited that he was getting what he wanted from me. As I was pondering what to do next, Austin inched toward me. A wicked smile formed on his flawless lips. His eyes bore into mine, as if he was trying to read what I was thinking. My knees were shaking, heart was throbbing, and stomach was in knots. Was he really gonna kiss me? Oh boy, I was so in trouble. What were the girls gonna think? All the thoughts faded from my head as soon as I breathed the scent of him in.
Austin smelled like cologne, peppermints, and vanilla body wash. Trying to get the dirtiness in my head was gonna be hard. As soon I tried to breathe, his lips met my neck. His body was pressed against mine, arms wound around my body against the sink and countertop.
"Oh Lauren, come to bed with me. Why are you fighting it, babe?" Austin whispered, sounding like he wanted sex with me. "I can see it in your eyes, the way you are trembling, I know you want it. Are you afraid of something serious?"
"Uh..." I muttered, unable to speak, unable to breathe, and impossible to think. As I tried to gather what thoughts were in my head, I felt his tongue, teeth, and lips on my neck.
"Uh...Austin. What the hell are you doing?" I mumbled, trying to prevent a moan from escaping my trembling lips. This was getting way too serious for me. Austin's head lifted from my neck to stare directly at me. His eyes were burning with passion and lust for me.
"The way you taste makes me wanna do you right now. Lauren, you're driving me completely crazy. Come on, girl. Don't play these games with me, baby! If you play with me, I'm gonna play with you." His eyes were serious now. There was not a trace of humor left in his face. "If you think I'm gonna let you torture me, fuck no! I don't play fair and I sure as hell don't play nice." He barked, features tense against mine.
"Austin...I...I'm sor-" The words were stolen from my lips as Austin's lips eagerly attacked mine. He tasted like peppermints and the way his tongue met the inside of my mouth was so sexy. Every nerve was a live wire, the insides of me were engulfed in flames. All the frustration in my blood disappeared as I gave into making out with this totally perfect stranger that I knew nothing about despite having him follow me around for four years. Ouh he was a very good kisser. There was no doubt about that.
As we kissed, he lifted me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. My hands were wrapped around his neck. I couldn't believe he could lift my 118 pound ass in his arms. It was so obvious that he loved to work out at the gym and take hip hop dance classes and do sessions with his choreographer on tour. When we broke apart and finally made it to the bedroom, he laid me down on the bed, walked over to the bedroom door, and followed through with closing it and locking it. Walking back over to me, he crawled into bed and pinned me down. His breathtaking mouth was only inches from mine. A wicked smile formed across his lips that I just recently enjoyed minutes before.
"Um...so Lauren, what we gonna do? Now that I got you pinned down in your bed and you can't leave the room." Austin said, a sly grin on those lips again. "I so badly want you but I can't have you."
"Baby, just shut up, and sleep with me. Does it matter? I'm too exhausted to do you tonight." I gasped, trying to fight back a yawn. What a crazy ass day? With Austin asking me out, him flirting with me, and me finally realizing that I needed him in my life now.
"Alright, Lauren." He stated, disappointment filled those hazel eyes that I could look into forever. My heart was sighing, deeply moved by having him here. Austin rolled over on his side and wrapped his arms around my waists hugging me close to his body.
"Girl, can it be like this every night?" Austin whispered, his lips at my ear.
"Yes-s." I mumbled under my breath, eyes closed, and sleep starting to overtake me.
The last thing I heard before passing out were the lights go out.
"Goodnight, love." Was Austin falling in love with me? All I knew was that Austin would do anything to keep me. The past was set aside, there was one thing I couldn't escape: The desire to want to have him next to me everyday and night. His arms around me made me feel safe.
Third thing a girl shouldn't do: Sleep with a stranger.
Fourth thing a girl shouldn't do: Let a bad boy fall in love with you.
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Harry:
In a hotel room at the Renaissance Hotel in Montgomery, Alabama, all I could think about was heading back home to England. I missed my father and mother and four coolest guys I knew. Instead of being at home, Syco Records was making me do a short solo artist tour to bring out the best of my abilities. What the hell were they thinking? I missed my buds- Zayn, Liam, Louis, and Niall who I'd been with for four years. The best four years of my life were with my One Direction bandmates. Then again, my band manager told me that Austin Mahone was gonna be touring with me soon, meeting up with me back in London, England in a couple of weeks.
Well, that explains a lot. My short solo artist tour, This Is Who I Am, was selling out in the USA and I had two more weeks of the shit.
Cory Daniels, my replacement artist manager, had me doing way too much and it sucked ass performing as a superstar. I missed my bandmates, my home, my girlfriend, Jessica, who was friends with the coolest girl she knew. She told me that I would love her and we'd be great friends. I'm pretty sure anyone she is friends with I'll get along with just fine, right?
While texting my cell, I heard a brief knock on the door which startled me. Who in the hell could be at my hotel door this late at night? It was 1AM and I hadn't been able to sleep. There was a lot on my mind. Crawling out of my bed, ignoring the fact that I was shirtless and in my underwear, I made my way to the door. Undoing the deadbolt, without a single word, opening the door, there stood my band manager, Cory Daniels, tears in his eyes. What the hell happened?
"Harry, we have a problem. I just got word that your mother is terribly sick and is in the hospital." He cried, tears falling down his face. "She is in the hospital with pneumonia. We are booking you a flight in eight hours and you'll be on the next plane to London. Due to the word, several shows have been canceled. I talked to the CEO of Syco Records, he clarified you'll be fine."
I didn't know what to say. The wind had been completely knocked out of me. Forgetting that I had locked my knees, was in shock, the last thing I knew was everything went black around me.
My mother was in the hospital with a serious lung illness and here I was in the USA on tour living the good life. What the hell was wrong with me? Who ever told me that she was sick? Not a single one in my life had told me.