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Chapter 9: I'm Kind of Into It

He laughed and said, "How have you not seen one? How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-two, and I haven't seen one yet because Tanner and I are saving ourselves." I said as I crossed my arms. "I choose to not see his, and I won't until we are married."

He snorted, and then burst out laughing. "You're joking, right?"

I frowned and shook my head. "I would never joke about something like this. Why is me waiting so funny to you?"

"Oh, no, princess, that's not why I'm laughing," he smiled. "I think it's hilarious that you think you and Tanner are getting married."

I frowned and took a step back. "Of course we are. We've discussed it."

"You came home yesterday and he was drunk, Viv, all because you had an interview with me. You're lucky I didn't walk up there and handle him myself."

"He's just upset because I didn't listen," I sighed as I placed my hands on my hips. "But it'll be fine, it's just a small bump in our relationship."

"That's not a small bump, Viv," he said, crossing his arms and giving me a major "dad" look. "He got that upset over a simple interview with me. That's not something I'd call healthy."

I look a deep breath in through my nose. No one had ever called my relationship unhealthy -- because it never had been. I turned on my heel and walked towards the bathroom, not wanting to continue this conversation any further.

"Don't walk away from me," he called, and I rolled my eyes, continuing to the bathroom. I walked inside and turned around to shut the door, seeing that he had followed me. "Why are you defending his actions?"

"Can I have some privacy please?" I said, getting very annoyed with him. I tried to shut the door but he caught it with his hands, his strength too great for me and he pushed it open, stepping inside the bathroom with me.

"I would really like to know why you're saving yourself for this man-child who doesn't want you to succeed in your career."

"Can we please not degrade my relationship? I'm done talking about it, why do you keep bringing it up --,"

"Because you're so fûcking clueless and it's so annoying that you don't see it."

"See what? That you're just jealous that I'm in a happy relationship and you can't have me?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "I can't have you? Oh, please. You squeeze your legs shut at the mere thought of me. You're doing it right now."

I swallowed and looked away from him. He placed his hand on my cheek, but I moved away from him. "Don't touch me."

"Don't be like this." He said softly. "Open your eyes, Viv. You deserve someone who supports you in everything you do, no matter the circumstances."

I scoffed. "Yeah, I think I'd have to kiss a million frogs before I find that kind of Prince Charming."

He was silent for a moment, but then he moved into my line of sight before speaking softly, "Or, you could just kiss me."

My eyes widened and I looked at him in confusion. He stepped closer to me and I felt his hands on my waist. He pulled me close and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. Was this really happening?

I looked up at his face and his nose was a mere inch from mine. I shook my head and said, "I d-don't think this is such a good --,"

He cut me off by firmly planting his lips against mine. I closed my eyes, unable to process the situation, but his lips continued to move with mine, and the minty taste of his toothpaste began to linger my tastebuds.

His hands then moved to my hair, slipping his fingers between the loose waves and pulling my face closer to his. I felt him move me toward the wall, and he pressed my back against the cold tiles.

He lightly bit my bottom lip, tugging on it gently before letting it bounce back into place. I kept my eyes closed and whispered, "H-Harry."

"Shh," he said, and I felt him place his index finger on my lips. "Let me make you feel good, princess. Better than he ever could."

I gulped and let my eyes flutter open, watching him as he reached down to tug on my shorts. I sucked in a breath as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband, and I hesitated on if I should stop him or not. Tanner had never touched me like this; it was an entirely new experience that I had no idea how to comprehend.

I gasped when his fingers pressed against me, my eyes going up to meet his. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, inching his body closer to mine. He pushed one finger inside me, and I instinctively lifted myself onto my tip-toes at the sudden pressure.

"You're so wet for me, princess," he whispered, blowing cold air onto the newly formed mark on my neck. I shivered, and he immediately pressed his lips against mine. Our lips began moving in sync and as he pumped his finger, I moaned into his mouth and let my fingers slip into his hair.

"Harry," I breathed, and he suddenly pushed in another finger. I gasped and he pressed our lips together, slipping his tongue into my mouth with ease.

Everything about this felt strange; not only was this Harry, but he was exploring my body more than Tanner ever had, and I felt more thrilled and adventurous than regretful and guilty.

I jumped when Harry's phone rang, and he smiled and bit his lip before slipping his free hand into his pocket and grabbing it, shushing me before hitting answer, all while his other hand was still down my pants.

"Styles," he said, continuing to pump his finger in and out. My lips parted as he began to quicken his rhythm, my chest heavily rising and falling while I tried to remain quiet.

"No, no, I'm not doing that interview." He said, and slipped a second finger inside me. I bit my lip harshly to keep from moaning, and he cocked an eyebrow before planting a kiss at the corner of my mouth. I could hear the person on the other line mention something about me getting an interview. "I mean, what can I say, she was rather persuasive." He smirked and winked, and I felt this weird feeling begin to bubble up in my core.

"Can I call you back?" He said, holding his fingers in place and I wanted to whine. "I've got my hands a little full at the moment."

He hung up and immediately attacked me with his lips, continuing to slip his fingers so easily in and out of me. He set his phone down on the counter and placed his hand on the back of my neck to hold me in place.

"H-Harry, I f-feel, uh --,"

"Let go, baby, come for me." He whispered, and I felt the walls tumbling down. I released myself and I sighed heavily, stepping down from my tip-toes and relaxing my muscles. He carefully slipped his fingers out of me and smirked before sticking them both between his lips. My eyes widened as I watched him suck gently on his fingers so nonchalantly.

"What a lovely Saturday morning," he said. "I should really spend them like this more often."