Forced to become Mrs Styles (A Harry Styles AU)

Chapter fifty one.

Chapter fifty one.

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EMMA’S POV:

‘’Harry this is literally the most boring TV program ever’’ I moan lifting my head up from his shoulder to shoot him a playful glare.

‘’Its top gear babe… it’s the best’’

‘’Turn it off please’’ I whine acting more dramatic on purpose.

‘’Nope’’

‘’But there’s much more interesting thing we could be doing’’ I whisper as I run my finger across his chest.

‘’Such as’’ Harry hums as if considering his options.

‘’This’’ I mumble as my lips latch on to his neck.

A small moan falls from Harry’s lips as he grabs me by my waist pulling me across so I’m now straddling him.

His hands roam up and lock into my messy natural curls whilst my own hands play with the hem of Harry’s shirt.

My lips soon find his as Harrys hands move down to grab on to my bum.

Harry reaches up and pulls off the t-shirt I’m wearing, which is actually Harry’s, and then runs his large hands all over my body.

His lips leave mine and begin to trace tiny kisses all over right in the heat of it all we’re suddenly interrupted by my phone loudly ringing.

‘’Leave it baby’’ Harrys voice vibrates against me.

‘’It might be important’’ I mumble my body reaching over to look at the caller ID ‘’ It’s my dad’’ I say before answering.

‘’Hello’’

‘’Oh Hi sweetheart, are you ok?’’

‘’Yeah?’’ I say making it sound more like a question then an answer.

‘’It’s just you sound a little out of breath’’

Oh well that’s probably because you just interrupted me and Harry right before we had sex.

‘’No I’m fine’’ I mumble a tiny smirk playing on my lips as Harry tries to stop himself from laughing, I’ve got the phone on speaker so he can hear everything.

‘’Have you got anything planned for today?’’ My dad asks causally.