Fratboy Harry and Other Stori...

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A collection of Harry Styles blurbs and short stories written by me in 2016. Mais

Author's Note
Taboo
Victoria's Secret
The One Where Harry Tries To Win You Back
Drunk Me Is Like Regular Me
I Could Totally Fight You With My Bare Hands
Fratboy Harry - Part 1
Fratboy Harry - Part 2
Fratboy Harry - Part 3
Fratboy Harry - Part 4
Fratboy Harry - Part 5
Fratboy Harry - Part 6
Fratboy Harry - Part 7
Fratboy Harry - Part 8
Fratboy Harry - Part 9
Fratboy Harry - Part 10
We're Not Fine
Bad Dream
What If It Stinks?
I Swear I'm Not Scared
Cheated
Happy Place
You're Never This Quiet
You've Gone To The Bathroom Fifty Times Today
You Said You'd Never Leave
Show Me Your Texts or It's Over
Just For The Record
Scars
I Miss You
Best Friends
Rooms on Fire (The Morning After)
Shower
Slave 4 U 2
My Home
A Night Out With Harry
Back For You
Melt
Heartstrings - Part 1
Heartstrings - Part 2
Heartstrings - Part 3
Pumpkins & Princesses
Proud
What's It Like
The Lucky One
Forgiven
The Lilac Jumper
Magic Kingdom
Too Long
Anniversary Pancakes
We're Gonna Have A Baby
Lyrics and Melodies - Part 2: AM
Making His Mark
Claiming His Territory
This Is Me You're Talking To
Seven-Tiered Cake: The Interview
Meeting Harry Styles
What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? (A Short Story)

The Opera

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Harry had the biggest grin on his face, his eyes dancing. You smiled back at him as you put on your earrings.

"What is it?" you finally inquired when he continued to grin at you.

"You're beautiful," he said as the color rose to your cheeks.

"You say that like you've never seen me before," you teased.

"Feels like it," he sighed. "It's been two months. I've missed you."

You turned away from the mirror then to face him. "Me too."

You looked down at your somewhat simple black dress, gripping your hands in front of you.

"Is it okay?" you asked sheepishly. "I've never been to the opera before."

Harry took a step closer to you, reaching to separate your hands and thread his fingers through yours.

"You look lovely," he declared, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You wound your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, inviting his tongue into your mouth. He let out a low groan, his fingertips pressing into your hips. When he broke the kiss, his eyelids were heavy.

"We should probably get going," he muttered. You merely replied with a nod. This was going to be a long night.

— —

You had box seats. Not only was this your first time at the opera, but you had freaking box seats. And not just any box seats, but private ones, meaning no one else was seated in the chairs behind you.

Harry's hand was on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd to find your seats. Stepping through a small alcove and then through a set of red curtains, you looked down to the massive stage, an orchestra pit below. You mouthed a "wow" as you sat down next to Harry.

When the lights went out, he took your hand, giving it a squeeze. You smiled up at him as he lifted your hand to his lips and gave it a kiss. You sat in the darkness, watching the actors on stage, though the dialogue was all sung and in Italian so you had a hard time following the plot. But it didn't really matter. You were with Harry.

Not far along, well before it was time for intermission, you started to feel antsy in your seat. Even for having expensive box seats, there wasn't very much leg room. You adjusted yourself in your chair, stretching your legs the best you could. You had no idea how Harry's long legs could handle it, but he didn't seem to complain. Perhaps it was just the anticipation of the evening, finally being alone with Harry after two months of him being away.

When you let go of his hand because yours was starting to feel sweaty, Harry took the opportunity to put his on your leg. You bit your lip, the mildly erotic touch sending a jolt through your body. He rested it there for a while before moving it back and forth.

His palm slid up your thigh, pushing up the hem of your dress. You let out a gasp that thankfully was muted by the soprano's loud vocal. You covered Harry's hand with yours, prepared to push it down to your knee or remove it altogether, but instead, he gripped your fingers with his, sliding both of your hands up together, moving in circles.

"Harry," you whispered, not looking at him, but trying your best to focus on the stage below.

When he didn't say anything, you knew he wasn't planning on stopping. You licked your lips, starting to the feel the pounding in your veins that was your pulse. Deciding you could no longer protest, you lifted your hand and tickled a trail up the back of his to his arm. Sitting back just slightly, you opened your legs a bit to allow Harry more access. You heard a tiny low chuckle from him as he slid his hand even further up your thigh, his fingertips grazing the edge of your panties.

You swallowed hard, resting your elbow on the arm of your seat and your head on your hand. Your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as Harry pushed your panties to the side, his fingers finding your clit. At that very moment, you weren't sure if you were more turned on or disappointed that you were alone in the box. Trying to pay attention to the act on stage now was futile. You still hadn't made any attempt to look at Harry, perhaps for fear that you'd crumble and lose all control when you saw his face.

When his fingers slid down and entered you, however, you let out a tiny moan, finally turning to capture his gaze. His brows were furrowed, his bottom lip between his teeth as he shook his head.

"Shit," he mouthed.

"What?" you breathed.

Harry leaned closer to whisper in your ear. "You're so fucking wet, baby."

"I know," you pouted.

Harry gave that low chuckle again before releasing his hand from you and rising from his seat.

"What are you doing?" you gasped.

"C'mere," he gestured with his head toward the curtain behind you.

You watched him disappear behind it before you pulled your dress down and stood. You could barely even stand, your legs were like jelly. Peeking through the curtain, you found him waiting on the other side in the small alcove. He immediately pulled you to him, crashing his mouth against yours.

"I've missed you so much," he groaned against your lips. "I can't wait any longer."

"But Harry, we're-"

"I don't care," he interrupted.

He surprised you by unbuttoning his trousers and pushing down his boxers, his erection springing free. If you weren't so turned on, you might have thought it ludicrous. But the warm wetness between your legs proved how badly you wanted him too.

Harry's hands pushed your dress up to your waist, his fingers hastily sliding underneath your panties again. You sucked in your lips as you tried to hold in a moan.

"Turn around," he instructed.

You obliged, turning to face the wall just as you felt his body press against yours, his hands on your hips. Pushing your panties to the side, he entered you so quickly it made your head spin. You let out a small cry, arching your back.

"You okay?" you heard him ask in your ear.

"Yes," you gulped.

"God, baby, I missed you. I missed feeling you."

"Me too."

You leaned forward, your hands pressed against the wall in front of you as Harry's thrusts quickened. The sound of singing was ringing in your ears, though it seemed far away. Harry had a tight grip on your hips, pulling you against him with each pump of his hips. It didn't take long before his breaths got louder, becoming moans of pleasure.

As he nibbled on your neck, you felt him hum against you, the vibration sending you closer to the edge.

"Oh!" you cried out.

"Yeah," Harry murmured in your hear. "Come with me, baby. I'm so close."

"Harry..."

"Fuck," he moaned. "You're so good. I'm gonna come."

His words never failed to push you closer to your peak. You cried out his name again as your orgasm ripped through you. With one more thrust, he buried himself deep, his body trembling as he released himself into you.

Your arms shook as you finally let go of the wall, reaching behind you to wrap them around Harry's neck after he pulled out. You slowly tried to catch your breath as you came down and Harry kissed your cheek.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his hands sliding down your sides before enveloping you in his arms. "I just couldn't wait til we got home."

You giggled softly. "No you're not."

"What?"

"You're not sorry," you playfully scoffed, dropping his arms from around your waist.

Harry chuckled. "Alright, I'm not. That was fucking amazing."

You smiled as your straightened your dress, turning to face him while he buttoned his pants.

"Gives a new meaning to the term 'ending on a high note'."

Harry glared at you before you both burst out laughing.

"Are we staying for the rest of this?" he asked.

You shrugged, turning toward the curtain before looking at him again. Neither of you had to say a word. Taking your hand, Harry lead you out of the alcove and down the stairs to the exit.


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