Zayn
Niall sat down on the bench, his face troubled and faze. My body tensed as I stared at my lap, fiddling with my fingers. He sighed deeply, looking at me. "Look, I'm sorry about what I said before. I know that you don't follow Harry around like a lost puppy and I know that Harry doesn't control your life. I didn't mean it. I was just..."
"Mad." I finished off for him, the feeling mutual. He nodded in agreement, smiling weakly at me. "C-can I see it? The scar?" I stuttered curiously and he paused for a second, before slowly and hesitantly lifting up his sweater and revealing a thin, white scar along his torso. I gulped, not liking the ugly look of it. "The doctor says that if Liam hadn't taken me to the hospital as quick as that, I would've died..." he trailed off as he let go of the hem of his sweater, letting the material fall over his stomach. "Pretty lucky then, eh?" I sighed and he smiled fondly, his eyes distant as if he was thinking exactly that.
Suddenly, Niall reached over, frowning curiously and examining the newly- purple and blue bruises on my wrists. "That looks pretty bad." he whispered, his fingers gently stroking over the marks. "I've had worse." I croaked back and he let go, looking up at me. Niall opened his mouth to speak when the gym doors swung open and Liam strolled in, followed by Harry. My body tensed again and I gulped, unable to meet Harry's soft gaze. "We better go." Liam announced lowly to Niall and he nodded, slipping off the bench before waving me good-bye.
Harry sighed deeply, his arm brushing against mine as he stood next to me. "You're mad at me." he spoke softly. "Not mad, per say...just concerned." I replied defensively. I knew I was contradicting myself, but it was partly the truth too. A small smile crept on his lips as he kissed my temple, his lips lingering. "There's no need to be." he assured me quietly, his large hand squeezing mine tightly. That seems easier said than done, I thought sadly in my head but never mentioned it to Harry.
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With a snapback over my head and an over-sized hoodie on, I sauntered up to Harry's flat and knocked on his door as I did so. Harry's neighbour who had suspiciously eyed us up last time I visited was standing outside her flat, watering her flowery plants. I flashed her an innocent smile but she just tutted in reply, shuffling back inside her flat. The last time I had met her, Harry was whispering dirty things in my ear and I'm pretty sure with her hearing aid that she wore all the time, she would've heard. Sighing, I knocked on Harry's door and when he opened it, a tall, gorgeous curly-heard lad stood in front of me. "Hey, beautiful." he grinned as soon as he saw me and I smiled back, instantly wrapping my arms around his neck. He breathed out deeply, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck as he shut the door behind us.
"I think your neighbour hates me." I pouted when I pulled away and he let out an amused laugh. "Mrs Bowstruckle? Nah that's just her. She's always moody." he explained and he kissed my lips softly. "I could've picked you up you know, if I knew you were coming here." he frowned, his hands holding my hips. I shook my head. "I was just coming back from work anyway." I assured him and he nodded. Still smiling softly, he pressed his forehead to mine and I smiled back. I couldn't help looking down and fiddling with the bettle buckle of his trousers. When I let them hanging, I stepped back a bit and winked at him.
"Did you just wink at me?" he asked, amused before buckling up again. I licked my tongue along my bottom link, slowly and seductively just like he does. I started to kiss along his jaw line, down to the crook of his neck and a low moan rumbled in his chest. "You never fail to amaze me." he breathed, cupping the side of my face and I smiled, looking shyly up at him. I leaned my forehead in again, this time kissing his lips softly and nibbling at his bottom lip. He didn't take that though. He kissed me more forecfully on the lips, our heads bumping together as he cupped my face closer to him. Just then, I almost forgot why I was mad at him. I froze, not bothering to open my mouth for him and I pulled away, looking down. "Hey, what's wrong?" he whispered softly and I frowned, examining my bruises on my wrists where I had rolled up my sleeves. When I didn't answer, he titled my head up to look at him, using his index finger under my chin.
"Hey..." he whispered, brushing his lips lightly against mine but I gasped, taking a step back, eyes on him. He sighed deeply, dropping his hand by his side, his eyes roaming my face. "I have a few things to sort out. Will you be okay for a couple of minutes?" he added and I nodded silently, managing a weak smile before he closed the door behind him. I rolled my hoodie sleeves back down before I headed into the living room, my eyes scanning over the pictures on the cabinet. I walked over to it, my fingers tracing over the golden and silver frames, smiling a little at the main picture of Harry and his mum and sisters, his dimples showing. I felt like I was invading his privacy by looking at these pictures so instead, I headed into his bedroom.
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When Harry came back, his head popped round the side of the door and he tilted his head in slight confusion. "Why are you in here?" he asked, eyes narrowed. I blushed, looking down and fiddling with the hem of my sleeves. "I dunno..." I mumbled and he chuckled, strolling over to sit next to me, the bed dipping as he did so. He gave me an intense look before he leaned closer, slipping off my snapnack and tossing it across the room. "I want to, uh..." I hesitated, glancing nervously at him, unsure of what to say. "I want t-to try again." I stuttered and a small smile crept on his face before he reached down my jeans pocket, bringing out my phone and switching it shut. "I'm all yours baby." he spoke and I blushed at his words, eyes wide.
I watched him as he walked across the room, closing the door and then standing in front of me. My mouth was weirdly dry as I watched him slowly and carefully taking his t-shirt off from the back, tossing it next to my snapback. I gulped as I stared at his bare torso and chest, admiring his many tattoos and abs. He then leaned forward, hovering over me before dipped his head, brushing his lips against mine. His hands lay on either side of me and he nudged his body against mine so that I lay back on the bed, him to the side. Instead of taking off his pants, I carefully slid my hand down his boxers, gently palming the tight bulge in his pants. He immediately moaned, throwing his head back. After doing this a couple of times, I unbuckled his belt for the second time and tore down his pants to his ankles, shoving off his shoes and socks before tossing his trousers aside too.
I bit my lip, staring up at the beautiful man before me. "Don't bite your lip." Harry instructed breathlessly, although his threat was weak and unsuccessful, giving the state he was in. I softly massaged the swollen head with my thumb he groaned loudly, muttering under his breath. I started to apply little pressure to my movements, quickening up the pace little by little when Harry let out a low growl at the back of his throat. When I was satisfied with my actions, I decided to take him in my mouth, engulfing his throbbing erection. The action surprised Harry by far, causing him to swear loudly, his breathing coming out in loud, heavy puffs. My eyes squeezed shut when I felt the tip reaching the back of my throat, my hands on his thighs and I continued to move my head up and down his shaft.
His lips were parted, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as his breathing became quicker and more laboured. I lifted my mouth off him before gently laying long licks along the side of his erection, causing him to grab the bed sheet at his side. I moaned softly when I let my hand resume it's movements again, adding more pressure this time. "Th-that's it babe. Squeeze." he demanded and I complied, resuming to more steady rhythm and I was satisfied when I looked up to see Harry a mess before my eyes. I felt accomplished that I had actually managed to have Harry Styles at an orgasm.
A large gently lay on my shoulder and I looked up at Harry, giving him an innocent look. I took the gesture as a warning, but still applying more pressure to my movements like before and when I heard him murmur my name continuously. I looked back down when I felt a warm, sticky liquid flow over my fingertips and I let go, blushing furiously. Harry's eyes were squeezed shut, panting rapidly and then he looked back up at me again. I watched with fascination as he reached over to my hand, holding up my fingertips as he took the wet substance onto his own fingers. "Taste?" he suggested and I complied, taking his fingers past my mouth before I let go, bending down to the substance on his crotch licking up the last of it.
Then silently, I brought myself up to meet Harry's eyes, straddling his hips before whipping off my hoodie and top, tossing them aimlessly next to our abandoned clothing. I brought the bed sheet over my body, causing it to fall down to my bum and Harry stared up at me, his hand on my hip. "You're amazing." he smiled contently, his large hand cupping my face and gently pulling him down so that our noses brushed together as our lips met. I kissed him softly yet lovingly, enjoying the warm and safe hold Harry had around me, before finally falling asleep next to him.
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Hi guys! An update at the weekend as promised :) Next one will be next weekend so please don't ask me to update! What do you think of this chapter? I know I'm not very good at smut but I pray to God Wattpad hasn't rated this R and private to read. I still hope it's okay though, can't wait to hear what you guys think. Love you all :) xxx