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I was tired and all I wanted was to go home. My boots dragged through the first heavy snow of the winter. Hooray. I had just moved to Cheshire and was trying to get used to the colder weather. My mum had left me without a ride home from the library, and after an hour of walking in the freezing cold, I reached my street. I saw that there were no cars in my driveway. Cool. So mum isn’t home. I reached the front door and turned the knob. It was locked. “Shit!” I yelled. I kicked the door and dropped my stuff on the ground, plopping down next to it. I was gonna be locked out for who knows how long. After about 10 minutes, I started crying. Things had been getting rough. My parents just divorced, and now my mum was a heavy drinker. She goes out every night and brings home a different guy every time. She also got another job, so between her two jobs and being at the bar every night, there wasn’t any time left for me. My grades were slipping because everything at home is just too much, which is why I was at the library. A sudden noise caused me to look up. My neighbor, Harry Styles, was rolling his garbage can down to the curb. It fell over. Harry was in my grade, but we didn’t talk. We hung out with different crowds. I guess I was in more of the popular crowd, and he… Well, he was kind of a loner. Although, his home life is pretty rough. I think he’s abused. One night, I heard lots of screaming, and then there was a huge clatter. Glass breaking, things being thrown and falling over. The next day, Harry came to school with a busted lip and a black eye. He was nerdy, but he did have nice features. Harry looked up, as if he felt me staring at me. We made eye contact, but he looked away quickly. He picked up the trash and put it back in the can, bringing it to the curb. He looked up at me again. “Are you locked out?” he asked, his voice raised, yet there was still a timid note to it. “Erm, yeah,” I answered. I coughed. He slowly trudged through the yard and stopped a good ten feet from me. He was only wearing a flimsy sweater, jeans, and beat up converse. “D-do you know when your mum will be home?” he asked. “No.” “I figured.” He noticed my glare so he went on. “Well, I just noticed your mum usually gets home really late all the time and, erm…” He coughed and stared at the ground. “Would you like to come to my house for a while? Just until she gets home…” I smiled. His shyness was really cute. “Sure, thank you.” I stood, grabbed all my things, and followed him back through the yard to his house. When we reached the front door, I paused. “Is your dad home?” I asked quietly. “Oh, no. Neither is my mom. They went away for the week,” he fumbled with the door handle. “Sorry, it gets stuck when it’s cold.” He finally got the door open and stepped inside. I stepped in after him. It was warm and cozy in his house. I’d never been inside before. It had a nice, homey feel to it. It was cute. “Your house is cute,” I said aloud. I didn’t mean to. “Erm, thanks?” He chucked, and I blushed. “You can sit down, if you want.” I put my stuff down on the floor next to a couch and took off my boots. A buzzer went off the second my butt hit the couch. I jumped. “Oh, sorry, I’m cooking chicken. You can have some, if you want.” He walked into the kitchen and came back two minutes later with chicken nuggets on a plate with ketchup. “Thank you,” I took one, dipped it in the ketchup, and popped it in my mouth. They were good. Harry sat down next to me and put the plate on the coffee table in front of us. After a very awkward silence, I turned to him slightly. I opened my mouth to say something, but stopped. I had never been this close to Harry. His eyes were startlingly green and his hair curled perfectly and spilled from his head. His lips were bright red and perfectly shaped. All of his features were perfect and went together perfectly. How he got along in school with just being a nerdy boy, I don’t know. “Um,” Harry spoke up. He squirmed under my stare. His voice was perfect too, as we’re his teeth. I shook my head. “Sorry, I was gonna say, I’ve lived next to you for seven months now, and I’ve probably only talked to you twice.” Harry swallowed a bite of chicken awkwardly. He didn’t say anything. “You don’t say much, do you?” I sank into the soft couch. “Not really.” “Why not?” Harry shrugged. “Around here, no one really listens to me. So I don’t talk much. And it just kinda sticks… Everywhere.” “Oh,” I replied plainly. It was a sad thought. Something appeared in Harry’s eyes. A slight look of sadness, of terror. For a moment, his eyes screamed ‘Help me.’ And then the look passed. “Are you okay?” I leaned in closer to him. Harry winced, as if my question hurt him. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “No you aren’t. What’s wrong?” “Don’t pretend like you don’t know,” Harry hissed suddenly. I choked on the chicken I was eating. I didn’t think Harry Styles was capable of that kind of attitude. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately. “It’s just… Can’t you hear the screaming? I know you see the bruises and cuts I come to school with. I thought it was a little more obvious.” “I didn’t want to assume,” I mumbled after a pause. Harry cleared his throat. “When did it start?” I asked quietly. “When I was five.” He looked at his hands. “When my brother was born. I don’t know why, but they love him so much more than me.” Oh yeah, someone told me Harry had a brother. He had died a couple years ago. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. He shrugged and went on. “It got a lot worse when he died. Bad car accident. He was ejected from the car and…” He shrugged again. “I thought it would end there. Now that they had their favorite son gone, they’d appreciate the other one while he was still there, you know? But it just got worse.” Harry looked at me and talked even faster. “They were so upset. They took it out on me. Mostly my dad, but my mom doesn’t care. She pretends it doesn’t happen. They wished I was dead instead of him.” “I’m sure they didn’t really-” I started. “They did. They said it.” “Harry, I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve that.” “School is just as bad. People pick on me all the time. I’m sure you know that. Nothing I do is right, here or anywhere.” I moved closer to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Harry, don’t say that.” “No one cares about me.” “I do.” He looked up at me and gave a sad smile. “Thanks.” We talked for the longest time. I learned more about him and he learned more about me, including how bad I was at science. “It’s not that complicated, really…” Harry started to explain a concept I never understood. I didn’t hear a word he was saying. I was focusing on how his lips moved and how deep and angelic is voice was. “Do you understand now?” he finished. “Oh, erm…” “You weren’t listening were you?” He chuckled. “Sorry, I was distracted,” I blinked. He just raised an eyebrow, so I went on. “By you.” “So you couldn’t listen to me, because you were distracted by me?” He laughed. “That makes perfect sense, (y/n).” “No, I couldn’t concentrate on *science* because I was thinking about *you*,” I got closer and smiled. “Oh,” he gulped. “Yeah, oh,” I whispered. I moved even closer, and so did he. “Harry, I like you.” As I said it, I realized it was true. “I like you, too.” Harry bit his lip and leaned in, letting our lips touch at last. His hand trailed to my hip and his other moved my leg over him. I shifted without breaking the kiss so I straddled him. He was a surprisingly great kisser, and his hands moved to the perfect places. I ran my fingertips down his sides, making him moan into my mouth. I could feel the embarrassment radiating off of him at that point. I pulled away and smirked. I leaned back in and kissed his neck. It took me a while, but I found his sweet spot and focused on it. He moaned again and grabbed handfuls of my arse. I moaned too, and at that he moved us so we were lying down and he was on top. “I want you,” he growled in my ear. He kissed my neck and moved my shirt so he could kiss my collar bone. “You can have me,” I whispered. He pulled back and looked at me wide-eyed. I nodded and arched my back so he could take my shirt off, and he did so. I undid my bra for him and he threw it aside. He left a trail of kisses from my neck to my pants, nibbling slightly every other kiss. I moaned a little louder than I intended to. Before he would get to my pants, I took his shirt off. He was really toned, which I never noticed before. I noticed bruises and scars all over his chest and arms. He saw me looking at them and winced. I kissed each bruise and finally his lips. “You’re perfect,” I whispered against his lips. He licked my lips with his tongue and then wrestled with mine as he unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off, leaving me in panties. I wished I had worn a cuter pair. His finger traced down my body until he reached my thighs. He spread my legs apart, while still kissing me, and rubbed my clit through my panties. He pulled away and watched me as I moaned and moaned, and then he slid my panties off too, and plunged his fingers inside me. I moaned even louder, and he smirked. “Do you like that?” he growled. “Say my name.” “Haaaarrryyy,” I obeyed him, and his sudden need for dominance turned me on even more. He lifted my legs and leaned down, placing his face between my legs and breathing on me while still fingering me. “Please, Harry, stop teasing me,” I whined. He chuckled and finally I felt his tongue explore every inch of me that had never been touched before. “H-haaarrrry, I’m a-about to c-c-cum!” I yelled, my back arching as I hit my high. I screamed with pleasure and threw my head back. Harry kept going until my moans got quieter again, and then he pulled away, licking his lips and fingers. I smirked. “Your turn,” I tried to say seductively. It was super hot how different he was while he was doing this. It turned me on so much more. I pushed him down on the opposite end of the couch and this time, I was on top. He fondled my boobs as I took his pants off. His erection was huge through his pants, bigger through his boxers, and flipped up and hit his stomach when I took his boxers off. I slowly licked his head and then down the shaft. He moaned, his face already screwed up with pleasure. He bit his lip and then opened his mouth to moan again as I took just the head in my mouth. I felt his hand on my head and he pushed himself further into my mouth. I bobbed up and down. There was no way I was getting his whole length in my mouth, but I did as best as I could. Without any notice, Harry moaned loudly. “Oh my god, (y/n), oh!” And then his liquid filled my mouth. I swallowed it and sat up. Harry smirked and sat up too. He kissed me and gently laid me down. He was trying to take his time to the next part. “Harry, please, just get inside me already,” I groaned as he kissed my neck. He pulled back and bit his lip. He shifted and positioned himself at my entrance. He teased me with the tip of his length. I moaned, and then he plunged inside of me. I moaned with shock. It was extremely painful, but after several thrusts, the pain was replaced with pleasure. I moaned loudly and Harry went faster and harder. He lifted my legs and pushed them back slightly. He hit my g-spot. I moaned. “Don’t stop, I’m almost there, don’t stop!” I screamed. He moaned and said he was close too. Suddenly, his liquids filled me and I moaned as I climaxed again, my liquids seeping out. Harry rode out his orgasm and finally collapsed on top of me. We breathed heavily for a few minutes, then he shifted so he was behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Run away with me?” he whispered in my ear. “Let’s do it,” I wispered back. “No, seriously. I’m not just saying it. Let’s do it. I saved up money. We can go on our own, away from our parents. Just you and me. Finish school somewhere else.” I turned so I was facing him. “Let’s do it. Seriously. I have some money too, and I know where my mom keeps some of hers.” A car groaned outside. My mom was home. “Now?” I asked. “Now.” Harry confirmed. He kissed me before getting dressed. Twenty minutes later, I had collected my things and met Harry in the middle of our yards. “You ready?” he shivered and took my hand in his. “Let’s go.”
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