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Harry Styles
"Fuck!" Niall shouts while stubbing his toe.
"Shh!" I shush as him and I carry the big wooden desk towards the stairs. The last fucking thing I need is for Amelia waking up right now as we're carrying a big desk up the stairs.
"What are you gonna do about a fucking Christmas tree?" Louis says while walking out of the kitchen with a beer in his hand.
"Yeah please help yourself." I whisper sarcastically, ignoring his question. Louis takes an obnoxious swig from the bottle while roaming around the living room, looking at everything.
"I've never been in your bachelor pad mate." Liam says while looking around, not helping Niall and I with the desk.
"Yeah and you're not gonna be after tonight." I clearly state while getting to the top of the stairs. Liam rolls his eyes and follows us up the stairs, Louis shorty behind.
We walk quietly down the hallway and turn stop in front of my office door.
"Okay we an stop here." I whisper while placing the desk down in front of the door. Theirs no way I'm actually letting them come into my office.
"You seriously make us come all the way here but won't let us see your secret little room?" Niall complains as we place the desk down at the door.
"Yup." I nod while walking towards Amelia's door to check on her. I wrap my hand around the cold handle and slowly open the door- trying to be ask quiet as possible.
I look in and see her sleeping peacefully on her bed, blanket tangled and just covering her feet. Her hands stay flat under her cheek while her tight white tank top has rose up at bit so you can see the diamond jewelry pierced on her tanned stomach. She looks like an absolute angel- especially when she's asleep. Her very small shorts makes her beautiful legs look teasingly long and I literally can't pull my eyes away from it.
"She has her belly button pierced?" Niall says, making me instantly realize that all the boys are also looking at her from behind me.
"Guys fuck off." I get defensive and shut the door. I don't want them gawking at her when she's asleep- especially in such little clothing.
"Fuck Styles you're a lucky asshole, you know that?" Liam says as I shut the door.
"Yeah mate she's got a bangin bod." Niall agrees.
"I will literally shoot both of you in the dick if you make one more remark about her." I whisper shout before pushing past them and back down the hallway.
"Awe is Styles getting a little protective over his girlfriend?" Louis mocks as we walk back down the hallway.
"Shut up." I spit as we walk back down to the living room.
They all laugh lightly while getting back down to the living room. Fuck I got a lot of shit to do and it's already 1:30am.
"So what are you going to do with all these lights." Liam points out to the bundle of lights on the coffee table.
"Yeah this is a shit ton of lights man." Niall adds while we all stare in a circle at the lights.
"Fuck I don't know but I need to make it look like Christmas." I run my hand back through my hair in stress. I have never had a Christmas so I'm probably the worst person to do this.
"How are you gonna do that?" Liam asks.
"I don't fucking know. What the fuck does Christmas looks like?" I ask, looking around at the three leather jacketed men shrugging their shoulders.
"Well you need a fucking tree first of all." Louis points out.
"No shit I need a tree but I obviously couldn't get one dick." I fire back from his know it all attitude.
"Make one out of lights then I guess." Liam laughs in a joke.
Yeah I might actually have to do that.
"Okay well I got everything from here so you guys can go now." I state while looking at the bundle of white and coloured lights.
"Fuck finally, I need my beauty sleep." Niall murmurs while walking towards the door.
Louis takes the last swig from the beer and places it down on the table and turns around, walking towards the door with the others.
"We'll see you tomorrow?" Liam points from the door and awaits for an answer.
"Yeah," I nod.
"Alright see ya mate." Liam says as they all walk out and shut the door behind them.
THE NEXT DAY
"Styles! How did the whole surprise thing go?" Liam says from the bench press as I walk into the workout room. The three boys all sit at different machines, doing different things.
"Did you smash?" Niall asks while running on the tread mill.
"Niall is that all you fucking think about?" I roll my eyes as he shrugs on the treadmill.
"Styles I'm a big fan of love, what can I say." Niall smirks while running in his grey basketball shorts.
I chuckle and roll my eyes before taking my phone out of my pocket and the gun from my waistband, placing them both on the bench.
"Oh but look at that sweet little hickey on his neck, that wasn't there when we saw you yesterday kid." Louis walks over in his loose tank top, pointing out the bitter red spot on my neck from Amelia's soft plump lips.
"Fuck off, and don't call me kid." I shake my head.
"Awe he's blushing." Liam teases while looking over to me from the bench press.
God they're so annoying.
"I thought you never let bitches give you a hickey." Niall adds in confusion.
Well Amelia isn't a 'bitch' so.
"I don't." I answer while walking over to the high bar and latching my hands around it. I start to do pull ups while the guys keep bickering about my personal life.
"Awe it's because Amelia's special." Liam pouts just to annoy the fuck out of me.
"Guys can we really not fucking talk about it? This isn't high school." I say while throwing my body up and down the steel bar, feeling the sensational burn in my biceps and shoulders.
"Why do you get so defensive about it?" Niall chuckles while taking a sip of his water.
"I'm not getting defensive, I just don't want this to be a topic of discussion." I mumble.
I just don't want them to bring her up constantly like she's a random fucking whore.
"Because you're in love with her." Louis implies.
"No I didn't say that."
"Then why don't you want to talk about it? She's just a girl right." Liam says with a smirk.
I shake my head in irritation while living my body up and down the bar, folding my legs up slightly. The more they mention her name the more my blood boils.
"There nothing to talk about." I spit.
"Oh please-" Louis rolls his eyes while standing behind Liam, spotting him. "You're so full of shit." He finishes.
"Yeah Styles, for once Louis is right." Niall says while getting off the treadmill.
"Hey fuck you." Louis shoots back at Niall.
"I'm not going to sit here and talk about things that aren't any of your business." I cut in and let go of the cold bar.
"Oh so there is things to talk about then." Liam adds with a cocky tone.
"Why the fuck do you jerkoffs wanna know so badly?" I cuss in irritation. They probably just want to know so it gives them something to think about in their beds at night.
"Because usually if this was just random girl down at the strip club you wouldn't hesitate to answer these questions." Niall says.
"Sorry mates but I ain't saying shit." I state one last time. I don't feel right talking about it with them- I know I would if it was some random whore but that's different; Amelia's different. Anything we've ever done sexually has been her first, so telling them all this shit puts her in an awkward situation. It's bad enough she's already super nervous about everything.
"You used to be fun." Liam rolls his eyes while moving to the treadmill.
"Whatever." I chuckle and walk over to the shoulder press.
Looking back on yesterday sends actual chills through my spin, she was so fucking hot when she dropped to her knees with innocence. The way her eyes watered when she gagged on me was an absolute magnificent sight. She's an angel with a bit of chaos in her forest brown eyes and it drives me absolutely wild. I remember ripping off her sweater and dying to just get her closer to me. I wanted to feel the warmth of her skin, the rapid beats of her heart against mine. I crave her in the most innocent forms, wanting her in every way possible. The way she hungrily moved her lips to my neck was such a new electric feeling. Her teeth grazed my skin as she lightly sucked on my neck to the point were it actually took my breath away. Her chest pressed against mine with just the laced material being the only thing keeping her tits from being free. All I wanted to do was throw the bra off of her but I know it's her sense of security. I don't think I ever got so flustered so quickly in my entire life.
"Styles?" Liam says, breaking my sinful thoughts.
"Wait what?" I ask, awkwardly running my hand back through my hair because I didn't hear anything he said to me.
"Have you told her anything about...you know." Liam continues, trailing his voice at the end.
"What? Oh no- no I haven't and I don't plan on it." I turn my head around to make sure no other member in this gym is listening.
"Well it seems your getting really invested with this girl so don't you think maybe she should know..." Niall says in seriousness.
"My work and my personal life are separate, so no." I defend while grabbing the handles of the machine behind me and pushing them forward to meet in front of me.
"Bullshit." Louis shakes his head while going to do chin ups.
"Fuck off I know what I'm doing." I spit back while feeling the burn in my muscles from the weights.
"Well don't come running to us when she eventually finds out and turns against you." Louis adds while pulling his body up and down the bar.
I roll my eyes and keep pressing the handles together on the shoulder press.
"Don't worry dick I won't." I scuffle while feeling the sweat perspiring from my body. I don't need them trying to persuade me. It's not their life- it's mine. They need to stay out of my business. You don't see me hounding on Louis about who he fucks and shit.
The last thing I'd ever want is for Amelia to turn against me after everything we've already been through- so I don't plan on ever telling her.