*Warning, smut. I'll put another messege when the smut is over for all you younger readers/ people who don't want to read it.*
His lips grazed my jaw as his hand slightly tugged his t shirt down from my shoulder. Harry nipped at the newly exposed skin, making me whimper. My body froze as a large hand skimmed down my body, dangerously close to my crotch, but I flinched back before he could touch me. Harry's eyes never left my face. My breathing became increasingly heavy as he cautiously played with the tips of my fingers. They became entwined with his, slowly he pulled me forward. Harry sat on the edge of the bed looking up at me. He caught hold of my other hand, tugging me forwards until I was stood in between his legs. My chest rose up and down quickly as I felt him place a large hand round the back of my thigh. He lifted it, encouraging me to straddle his lap.
Harry shifted back further on the bed. I placed my hand on his chest to stop me falling into him. My touch quickly withdrew as I watched him grip the bottom of his t shirt. The fabric was swiftly pulled over his head before chucking the clothing to the floor. My eyes were instantly drawn to the tanned skin of his torso. I gasped as Harry caught hold of my hand. He brought it up to his shoulder before guiding me down over his left collar bone.
"Please." He begged.
Harry's hand left mine and I surprised myself when I continued to touch his chest. His muscles were toned, hard under my soft fingertips. I watched his mouth part as my index lightly ran over his nipple. Hot breath forced from his body as my touch travelled down his front. Carefully I traced the defined lines on his stomach. Harry couldn't take his dark eyes off me as I dipped into the curves. I curiously let my fingers wander to the v lines on his hips. But my touch ceased when I reached the black band of his boxers which was visible over the top of his jeans.
I froze, still sat on Harry's lap as he slowly released his belt. The button was popped open and the zip pulled down. My eyes widened. Harry acted quickly as I tried to climb off him, one of his large hands held my thigh, the other slid round to my lower back in an effort to keep my straddling him.
We stayed like that for a few moments. My shaky breath trembled from my lips as Harry's grew deeper. I shivered as his touch ran up my back, forcing me closer to him. He leaned forward, his nose brushing my cheek as he desperately tried to get me to respond. I turned my head towards him, giving him the opportunity to catch my lips with his.
Harry's hand disappeared from my leg. A deep moan followed which vibrated against my mouth. I pulled away, my wide eyes instantly darting down to find Harry's fingers rubbing over his crotch. His eyes were closed, the movements becoming harder, his mouth parting once again. I couldn't stop myself, my fingers carefully moving to his forehead, brushing his curls back. He hummed with my touch a small smile appearing on his face.
I had never seen him like this before. Harry seemed almost vulnerable as I watched him press his palm down. It was a vast contrast to seeing him earlier when he violently beat Liam. Now Harry was quietly moaning, enjoying the pleasure washing through his body. Maybe it was because I wanted to feel stronger, create a sense of dominance that Harry always held over me. Whatever the reason, I was curious to find out how it felt to be the one in charge. His eyes shot open when my fingertips trailed down the tensed muscles in his stomach. My hand trembled as I moved to the black fabric revealed by his undone jeans. I gasped as his large hand fell over mine, encouraging me. Harry's eyes locked on my face as he encouraged me to touch him. I had never done this before. To myself, maybe, but not to another guy. I've never been close enough to anyone to be this intimate. I decided to touch him the way I'd like to be touched. He grew harder as I gently squeezed, watching in awe as Harry's hips rocked up to my touch. A short time later he withdrew his presence.
"Harder." He instructed quietly.
I applied more pressure which had Harry groaning in approval. My name fell in breathy gasps from his mouth as I continued to rub over him. I couldn't quite believe what was happening, it shouldn't be happening. But I was too curious to stop myself. Moisture was beginning to pool on the black fabric and Harry's moans were becoming more frequent. I wouldn't admit it aloud, but I was enjoying this. To see him in such a way, and all because of me.
Harry's face contorted in pleasure, his head rolling back. My hand caught the back of his neck, whilst my other continued to move against his prominent bulge. I leaned forward placing my lips on the warm skin of Harry's neck. His fingertips dug into my backside when I began to suck. For once I was the one in control as I fisted his curls between my fingers. A deep moan was forced from the back of his throat as I increased the intensity of my mouth, sucking as hard as I could. I wanted him to know how it felt; to have someone make you feel helpless. My teeth grazed the already red skin, still holding his head to my mouth.
A strangled moan echoed round the room before a wet heat spread in his boxers. Harry continued to breathe heavily as another wave crashed through him. His hands held me close as his hips rocked up, desperate for more contact.
"Lou."
I bit down on his neck as Harry stilled, coming down from his high. Both my hands now held him to my lips. He let out a grunt at my dominant actions, but quickly decided to reverse the roles. Harry flipped us over, my lips losing contact with his skin as I lay beneath him. He panted heavily above me before gripping both my wrists in one of his large hands, bringing my arms above my head. I nervously watched as he reached up to the painful looking purple mark on his neck. Harry's eyes squeezed closed as his fingertips gently brushed over the skin. I was somewhat surprised when he displayed a smirk.
*It's over, you can read now. Enjoy.*
"Was that payback?" He asked smiling.
I didn't reply.
"Maybe I should piss you off more often." He chuckled. "It's fun."
My eyes fluttered closed as he left a heavy kiss on my mouth. Harry's touch left my feeling weak as he playfully ran his tongue over my bottom lip. He released my wrists and climbed off of me, strolling over to the other side of the room. I sat up, resting my weight on my elbows. I couldn't help but admire the way his back muscles expanded and contracted when he walked. His belt was still undone as he turned to me. Clean boxers were held in his hand and he winked at me before closing the door to the bathroom. I heard the water turn on as I shuffled back on the bed. My fingers carefully ran over my lips, the tingling I felt when Harry kissed me still lingered on my mouth.
***
My eyes darted to the door, Harry emerging in just his boxers. He chucked his clothes into the washing basket as I watched him. His hair was in ringlets, still slightly damp from the shower. Small droplets of water glittered as they made paths down his neck and chest. Harry's toned torso caught my gaze, the v lines on his hips disappearing into his boxers. My eyes flicked back up to his face, which now held a grin and deep dimples. He was beautiful.
"Like what you see?" Harry smirked.
His deep laugh echoed round the room as my focus dropped down, my cheeks tingling with heat. I hastily got up when he walked round the other side of the bed.
"Louis."
I turned to see Harry's eyebrows raised expectantly. His pink tongue slipped out, wetting his lips before he spoke again.
"Where are you going?"
His bare, tanned skin distracted me for a second, but I composed myself quickly.
"Sofa." I replied hesitantly.
His dark curls tousled as he shook his head.
"Stay here."
I watched as he pulled back the covers, flicking his head, signalling me to come closer. Nervously I crossed the room to where he was stood. Harry leaned down, his nose brushing my cheek before he placed a lingering kiss on my face. My eyelashes fluttered at the sensation.
"Get in."
I still feared him, despite the intimate moment we shared a short time before. Harry intently observed me as I slowly raised my hand to his neck. He flinched slightly as my fingertips gently grazed over the sore mark on his skin. Harry's head tilted to the side as he allowed me to continue. A soft hum vibrated in his chest before I withdrew my presence.
I climbed into the bed and shuffled down into the warm confines. It smelt like him.
"Move over, Love." Harry winked.
I stared up at him.
"I.."
Harry didn't wait for me to reply. I was nudged over to the other side of the bed, his warm body climbing in next to mine. Bare skin grazed my arm as he leant over me to the lamp, switching it off. I rolled onto my side, gasping when I felt a strong arm wrap round my waist. My body was pulled towards Harry, back pressed firmly to his front. His fingers grazed my neck as he pushed some small strands of wild hair away.
"Oh and don't worry, I plan on returning the favour." He whispered.
I understood exactly what he meant when his fingertips slipped under the t shirt I was wearing. They grazed the sensitive skin just above the top of my shorts. I felt his raspy chuckle as goose bumps formed under his touch. He held me tightly as I attempted to move away.
"Harry."
He lightly pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, his legs entwining with mine. I felt my body tingle, Harry's warm breath trickling over my skin. It was a little while before I could fully relax. Harry still held me to him even when he fell asleep. I laid awake for what seemed like hours, my mind racing, desperately trying to figure out what had happened to my normal life. Harry.
A raspy groan was released from my lips, wanting nothing more than to stay in my bed. My hands felt for the pillow to put over my head. But I was left confused upon feeling something warm and smooth beneath me. My eyes shot open when a deep laugh filled my ears, the vibrations running through my body.
"Good morning to you too, Gorgeous."
I quickly pushed myself up, Harry smirking at me as I realised I had been sprawled out across his bare chest. Dark curls spread on the pillow before he sat up, ruffling his hair then resting his weight back on his elbows. My eyes were drawn to the dark mark I had left on his neck. It still looked sore.
"You know, if you wanted to feel me up again, you only had to ask." He spoke adding a wink.
A blush crept onto my cheeks, the events of last night filling my mind. The sounds of Harry's soft moans forced themselves into my thoughts, followed by the image of him desperately rocking his hips up to my touch. The memory deepened the shade of red residing on my face.
I hadn't noticed Harry move closer, my thoughts preoccupying me.
"Well, that's if you don't want me to return the favour."
Our proximity nearly caused me to fall out of the comfortable bed. Harry's long fingers trailed down my exposed arm. I felt him blow across the skin as his lips hovered slightly above it creating goose bumps. I quickly stumbled from the bed feeling disorientated, accidently knocking into the bedside table. My hands darted out before the lamp fell to the floor. I let out a sigh as I moved it back to its place.
I swiftly turned to Harry who seemed amused watching my little clumsy episode. His eyebrows were raised as he smirked at me.
"You alright there?"
I gave him a small nod, leaving my head faced down, trying my best to hide my prominent blush running across my cheeks. My hands grabbed at my clothes still laid on the floor from last night. I jumped as Harry appeared stood in front of me. I wasn't sure on where to look; he was still only in his boxers. My eyes closed as he cupped my chin in his large hand; I reopened them when my face was tilted up to his. My breath caught in my throat as his thumb ran over my bottom lip. I watched his tongue slip out, sliding over his as if to replicate the feeling. My eyes fell away from his, no longer being able to look at him. I heard what I thought was a sigh escaping his lips as I clutched my clothes tightly to my chest. Harry's touch left my face and I moved away from him slightly.
"You can have a shower if you want?"
"Thanks." I spoke quietly.
My feet quickly padded across the carpet to the open bathroom door. I placed my clothes on the side as I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to find Harry in the doorway, a cheeky smile spread across his face. His large hand was placed above my head against the door, preventing me from closing it. Harry's eyes sparkled as he looked down at me.
"I could always join you." He paused. "To save water and all that."
His cheeky smile and playful tone told me he couldn't care less about the water.
"No, I think I'll be alright, thanks."
His hand slid down the door as he laughed. Harry's fingers brushed my cheek for a second before he spoke.
"Just let me know if you change your mind, Love."
I shifted on my feet as I waited for him to disappear; and he did once his full lips left a lingering kiss on my cheek. I shut the door, quickly forcing the lock across, which I checked multiple times just to make sure. My clothes were quickly stripped off, getting into the shower and letting the hot water wash over me. I stood under the steady stream for a short while before there was a knock at the door.
"Louis." Harry's raspy tone sounded through the door.
"Yeah."
"I'm going to get the car. Stay in the flat, I won't be long."
"I can get the bus ho.."
"No." Harry sternly interrupted. "I'm taking you home."
His rough tone told me it was probably better to just do as he said and not argue with him. I heard the front door slam moments later, signalling Harry had left.
***
My bare feet wandered down the hall. I had tried to get as much water as I could out of my hair, my fringe making it quite clear that it wanted the water to chase down my face. I absentmindedly rubbed my hair with a towel. I took the time to have a look around without Harry. The space was still as tidy as last night, but it looked different in the morning light. My eyes curiously fell on the front door before I moved towards it. I took the handle in my right hand, my left holding the towel. It didn't surprise me when it wouldn't budge. Harry had a thing about locking me in, maybe he was afraid I would run away.
I aimlessly walked round the living room, a few pictures catching my eye. Most were with his friends, but there was one with Harry, a girl round his age and what looked to be his mum. He was sat in the middle, arms slung round the shoulders of the two women. I smiled at how happy they looked, with Harry displaying his deep dimples.
I hadn't even heard the front door open, my focus still on the photo.
"Lou."
I jumped, my body swiftly turning to see Harry staring at me. His jeans slung low on his hips and a dark navy jumper covering his torso. His green eyes flicked from my face to the picture.
"I, umm.."
He walked towards me, his eyes resting on mine as he reached for the towel in my hand. He took it, and slowly started massaging my head, getting rid of the remaining droplets of water. He threw the towel somewhere – I didn't really see – and started combing my hair so it looked somewhat managed.
With a small smile, he whispered, "Perfect,"
"Thank you." I spoke quietly.
"The car is outside."
I manoeuvred round his tall frame to the hallway to pick up my things before remembering I had left my shoes in his room. I hurried towards his bedroom, hastily putting them on and swiftly travelling back down the hall. My body stood in the doorway as I intently watched Harry pick up the photo I had been interested in. Even from behind I knew his curly hair would be flopped over his forehead as he looked down. Harry drew in a deep breath, releasing the air in a sigh. The picture was carefully put back into place before he turned. He appeared a little startled at my presence before composing himself.
"Ready?"
***
Harry seemed to be lost in thought as we drove to my house. I got the impression there was something more to that photo. But I wasn't really sure if I wanted to know. We were soon pulling into my road, Harry parked opposite my house, undoing his belt and turning his head towards me.
"I enjoyed last night." He smirked.
He reached for my hand, holding it tightly. My belt was released as he tugged me closer. Harry's plump lips falling to my ear.
"Don't worry. I'll be putting my fingers to good use soon."
I felt him chuckle against my neck as I visibly tensed at his words. I had learnt Harry was not one to shy away from intimate subjects. Hot breath puffed out as a large hand slid up my thigh.
"And my mouth." He added.
I jumped as his hot tongue ran a wet line up my neck. I hadn't even noticed my eyes were squeezed shut until I opened them. Harry withdrew, a cheeky grin spread across his face as he winked at me. I was left stunned as he opened his car door and jogged round to my side. Large hands held my hips as he helped me down.
Harry's fingers entwined with mine, walking me across the road to my house. Once we had made it to my door, Harry spun me round to face him. He cupped my chin before pressing his mouth to mine. I felt his tongue slide along my bottom lip, looking for entry but I denied it. Harry pulled away, shaking his head as he deeply laughed.
"I'll see you soon, Lou."
He turned to walk away but sneakily pressed another kiss to the corner of my mouth. My hands pushed at his chest.
"Goodbye, Harry." I told him.
A smirk crossed his beautiful face before he winked and strolled over to his black car. I hastily opened my front door, slamming it shut behind me. My back pressed to the wood before sliding down it to slump to the floor. I sat and listened as the car drove away down the road. Silence then followed and I was left to ponder over what on earth I was going to do.