Harry Styles | Dirty One Shots

Darling

I sat on the hotel bed, lying down and scrolling through my phone. I was bored out of my mind. Harry was supposed to be home at 8:00 but it was almost 10:00 now and he wasn't answering his texts. I was tempted to just go to bed but all I could think about was Harry. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him since he left this morning. Its been a little while since we've been intimate, I couldn't help but want him. I texted Harry's phone, asking when he'd be home. He probably got held up at rehearsals, he had another show tomorrow night.

It was hard sometimes. Maybe that was just me being greedy and wanting him to myself. Though, I was with him most of the time. We really only had the nights to ourselves. He always had to sleep to rest up for hectic days ahead of him.

He tried his best, he made as much time for me as he could. He really was one of the sweetest people I've ever met. I loved him more than anyone, sometimes I wish I could just be with him without the lifestyle. I just wanted to hold him close, I hated having to let him leave.

I would always hold him tighter so he couldn't get up. Just thinking about it made me want him even more, I was desperate. Maybe I could convince him tonight by being all cute and pouty with him. Both of us were like that when we wanted something. It sucks because both of us are very stubborn.

I was wearing one of his shirts, it smelled just like him. It helped the longing feeling just a little bit. He's been going non-stop for almost a week, I find it astonishing how positive he is, even if he's exhausted he'll still be one of the happiest people I know.

I jumped a little when I heard the hotel door being unlocked. I smiled a little when Harry walked in. "Hey darling, I'm sorry I'm late just getting ready for the show tomorrow" He closed the door, locking it behind him. I stood up and walked over to him.

"Its okay" I smiled and took his bag and placed it on the ground. I wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up at him. "How was the rehearsal?" I pulled him closer to me. "It was good, how was your day?" He slid his hands up my arms until his hands connected with my cheeks. Before I could answer, he leaned down and softly kissed me.

I pulled him against me and deepened it. Ugh, I didn't want to stop kissing him. It was such a nice and comforting feeling. After a few moments he attempted to pull away but I quickly grabbed his cheeks and kissed him harder. I needed him so badly.

I needed to butter him up, because I knew he was going to be stubborn about staying up to late. Especially with a show tomorrow. It felt like so long since we've been in our own little world. I ran my fingers into his hair, pulling it gently. He held me tightly, kissing back just as hard. I moved my lips towards his neck, knowing it made him putty in my hands.

I slipped my fingers under his shirt, going to lift it up. I continued kissing his neck, moving towards his sweet spot.

Before I could reach it, he pushed me away but placed his hands on my hips. "What are you doing darling?" He asked, a knowing smirk on his face. "I just missed you, I've been lonely Harry" I squished his cheeks. "Well now I'm here, we can cuddle and go to bed" He knew exactly what I wanted, it definitely wasn't sleep.

"But why go to bed when we can have some fun?" I went to kiss his neck again, but he stopped me. "Baby, I'm not in the mood tonight. Its been a long day" He kissed my forehead. I pouted a bit and looked up at him. "No, no" He poked my cheek. "I know what you're doing" He looked at me seriously, but I just kept looking at him as innocently as I could. He shook his head and lifted me up over his shoulder.

"Come on, I'll stay up for a little and we can cuddle" He playfully slapped my ass and brought me over to the bed and tossed me down onto it. "Harry" I whined, crossing my arms and sitting up on the bed. "(Y/N)" He copied my tone and started stripping down. This is going to a little more difficult than I thought. Watching him undress was not helping my situation, I shuffled a little watching him. He was so fucking attractive, and he knew it.