Harry's pov

"Camely move your hair out of my face." I groan as I try to blow it off with my mouth.

"Let me sleep!" Camely moves out of my grip and rests by the edge of her bed.

"Why the fuck did you move away?" Picking up my head, I frown at her.

"Well you're so annoying." She whines, opening her eyes and looking over at me.

"Your hair is annoying." Already growing pissed this early in the morning, I sit up on the bed and pick up my boxers from the floor.

"Whatever." She only turns her back on me.

I start to pick up my scattered clothes from around the floor and put them back on.

"Get up, start the year fresh already!" I smack her ass really hard.

She suddenly looks at me in shock, almost angry to be exact.

"Okay fine." She gets up and walks over to me. Camely wears a pink bra and black panties. Yes I did just check her out.

"Happy new year Harry Styles! Also, I do have news for you this year." She pulls a long, loose shirt out of her draw.

"You're not pregnant right?" I breathe out, clenching my jaw.

"Fuck no! Anyways, me and you or whatever this was....it was fun, but we're done." Camely takes a seat at the edge of her bed and picks up her hair in a ponytail.

"Done?" I frown at her, a bit confused.

"Yes done for good. You're not giving me dick, you're not getting pussy from me, got it?" She winks and clears that out.

"Yeah." I huff out, laughing at her.

"When you need me, call me sweetheart." I pick up my phone from the side draw by her bed and start to leave.

"I'm serious Harry!" She screams out as I walk down the flight of stairs.

"Bye!" Is all I reply and step out of her house.

Once outside, I walk over to my car and hop into it.

As I drive to my mum's place, my phone begins to ring. Checking it, I then realize it isn't my phone.

I turn over to where the ringing is coming from, and realize it's ringing under the seat. Pushing my hand a bit under, I successfully reach it and examine it.

Lottie's name appears on the screen, then it stops.

On the lock screen is a picture of Emma and Adam. She looks so happy.

Throwing the phone on the passenger seat, I then arrive to my mum's.

Stepping out of my vehicle, I walk over to the house. Entering, I am greeted by my sister.

"Where were you last night?" She bombards me with a question.

"Hello Gemma, it's good to see you too." I kiss her forehead and ignore her question as I walk away and towards the kitchen.

One of the things that makes Gemma cool, is she's not one to keep pushing for an answer. The front door opens, then closes. She probably left.

The kitchen is empty and already cleaned up. I pull out a bowl and a spoon. Serving myself cereal, I then add milk to it and take a seat by the counter on a wooden stool.

Steps are heard as someone walks down the stairs. Emma then appears in sight and freezes in the entrance of the kitchen once she sees me.

I love how intimidated and nervous I make her, just by her looking at me. I make eye contact with her and make sure to keep an intense glare.

"Hi." She finally speaks up and starts to walk further into the kitchen.

"Hello." I keep my vision on her every move just to make her feel uncomfortable.

"I'm j..just going to get the dessert ready for today." She moves around taking things out of the kitchen. I watch her shaky, beautiful hands hold things so delicately gentle.

I should leave or I swear I'll fuck her on this counter.

"Need help?" I know I said I should, but it's more fun seeing her struggle to do things right with my presence in the place.

"Oh I got it." I watch her swallow down her saliva.

"Can you at least show me what you're about to do? I want to learn to cook something." I smile at her and ease down my intense glare.

Her wide, gorgeous eyes seem to be in awe and one of the edge of her lip curls up into a soft smile.

"Okay." She gives in and my smirky smile turns into an actual and normal smile.

I stand up and put the empty bowl inside the sink. Standing beside her, I wait for her to begin.

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Emma's pov

The second I stepped into the kitchen and saw him eating cereal, I froze. I am very aware that during these holidays, we are staying in the same place, but since he hadn't been around for a while; I didn't really expect him here today.

But now here we both are, standing right beside each other about to prepare the brownies Gemma forgot to do last night.

"Can you bring three eggs from the fridge?" I turn to him, and ask him.

"Yes." He walks over to the fridge.

I take out two large pans and a large white bowl to mix the ingredients.

"What else?" He asks once he places the eggs on the counter.

"Brown sugar." I demand. I catch a smirk growing on his face before he turns back over to take the brown sugar out of the top cabinets.

I start to drop the necessary ingredients into the white bowl. Harry places the brown sugar beside the white bowl.

"Thank you." I measure out the sugar in the measuring cup and pour it into the white bowl.

"What else?" He asks as I plug the mixing machine to the light.

"Please get the butter from the fridge now." I tell him before turning the mixing machine on.

As I mix the ingredients, Harry watches carefully how I do it.

Turning it off, I take a spoon and taste the chocolatey pudding.

"How is it?" He asks me. I turn to him and allow him to taste it out of the same spoon I just used.

"Oh yum." His eyes widen a bit.

"Can you please get that butter stick and rub it all around this pan?" I ask him, as I place the large pan in front of him.

"My pleasure." He smirks and opens up the brand new butter stick.

I get the oven ready. While I wait for him to finish doing what I asked him to, I end up watching his large hands holding the butter stick.

"Am I doing it right?" I shake a bit as I realize I was already daydreaming with his hands.

"Y..yes." I gulp back my saliva and watch a little evident smirk on his face from the corner of my eyes.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I hate that!

"Okay what now?" He asks once he's gotten the whole thing covered.

"I'm just going to pour this here and set it in the oven.

"Okay." He moves over to the sink.

I pour the mixing into the pan and carefully place it into the already hot oven.

"It should be ready in like an hour." I explain as I turn back to Harry.

To my surprise, I almost bump into him because he happens to be right behind me.

"That's great." He answers.

I look up to meet his eyes and hint up a smile.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry Emma." Harry apologizes as we make eye contact.

"It doesn't matter anymore Harry." I try to avoid this conversation and step away.

"No it does matter! Don't act like it doesn't." He follows me with his eyes as I stand a few feet away from him now.

"I don't want you to be scared of me." He speaks softly.

"Why does it even matter how I see you? You're only my brother in law." I reply, but his jaw clenches. I think I pissed him off.

"Get this straight into your head Emma, Adam isn't shit from me." He says in a very mad manner.

"I get it that that's probably the way you see it, but I don't Harry."

"Is that why you distance yourself from me or are you really scared of me?" He asks, making me doubt my own thoughts.

"I.." I don't even know what to tell him. I don't want to admit to him that I don't regret him kissing me or trying something out of the line with me, but if I told him the truth, it would only make him hopeful.

"You what?" He seems to be frustrated.

"Can we not talk about this?" I ask him, trying to get him to end this conversation now.

"Fine, but clear this up for me. If you really were scared of me, why did you let me help you with something right now?" He takes slow steps towards me.

"I was just being polite." I answer while gulping back my saliva.

"Tell me Emma, what do you feel when I'm near you?" He finally makes it to me and stands only inches away.

I feel a spark ignite in me. I only think of things I shouldn't. My heart beats faster than anything. My back gets chills just at the mere thought of you being near me, and all I want you to do is pin me against a wall and kiss me until we're breathless. I want you to make love to me Harry Styles.

"Nothing." I lie.

"Oh really?" Harry's smirk only deepens.

"Yes." I try to keep a straight face as I look into his eyes.

He suddenly grabs my face with both of his hands and crashes his amazing lips onto mine.

I try to fight him off, as an act, but it only seems it makes him stronger and kisses me deeply.

As I see there's no way he'll let me go, I then grip both of my hands around his neck and push him even more further in.

His hands move out of my face, and travel down to my waist. He then cups my ass and lifts me up to jump on him. My legs wrap around his waist.

He sits me on the counter and disconnects his lips from mine, just to travel them down through my neck.

"Harry stop." I whisper as I myself tug at his soft hair.

I feel him starting to suck on my neck and I try to push him off.

"Harry no!" I push him from his shoulders, but he only sucks in harder.

Once he does disconnect himself, a smirk is plastered on his face.

"Why did you do that? Adam's gonna see it!" I breathe fast.

"That's the point love." He winks at me.

My hand suddenly reacts and flips his face to the side as I slap him hard.

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