You Make it Real {A Harry Styles Fan Fiction}
Chapter 4
PIPER'S P.O.V.
"Sorry it's a bit of a mess. We only just got here yesterday."
I couldn't help but to laugh at the clothes strewn everywhere. That was one thing already completely different between us. What was I saying? He was a superstar. That was definitely the first difference between me and Harry Styles. Anyway, I wouldn't mind cleaning up after him. Wait, what? You're getting WAY ahead of yourself, Pipe.
"It's not that bad."
I'm sure he could tell that I was lying but it honestly didn't bother my OCD as much as it would if it were someone else's. Well, duh, what was I going to do? Yell at Harry Styles to clean his room? HA.
"Here we can sit here."
He cleared some books off of a loveseat in the far corner of the room, closest to the window, and pulled the coffee table closer to us so we could put our drinks down. I wanted to see what books he had moved but he put them in a suitcase so quickly, I didn't have the chance. So, he reads? Interesting.
HARRY'S P.O.V.
God, why couldn't I have fucking picked up while I was sitting around wondering if she was going to show up? Dammit. Especially the books, I don't want that to be her first impression. I'm pretty sure that non-fiction books weren't the way to a girl's heart. As she sat down, I couldn't help but to admire her chest. It was full and mysterious, being covered in more places than I would have liked. Oh god, you're staring at her breasts! Stop! Can you at least try to make her feel comfortable? Start conversation.
"So, do you guys live in Fort Lauderdale?"
Wow, real creative.
"Umm, no, Orlando, actually. We just wanted to go to the first American show and it wasn't that far, so we just drove down for the weekend."
Orlando, huh? Pretty sure we were going to be there next week. I could see her again. I really wanted to. Well, she isn't going to want to see me again if all I do is make pathetic small talk and make her uncomfortable. All I wanted to do was kiss her. I couldn't think of something good to say. What would she do if I did? She did come here. That has to say something, right?
PIPER'S P.O.V.
This is kind of awkward. Neither of us has anything to say. All I can do is stare at his tight jeans and protruding bulge. Literally nothing else was going through my mind. If I were brave enough I would just straddle him right then and there and see what happened. Too bad I couldn't even have a conversation with him, much less take control of the situation like that.
It's not like he would push you away. Don't forget what he whispered in your ear at the meet and greet. Plus the fact that he invited you to his hotel room, literally just to be with you. It isn't a party or anything.
HARRY AND PIPER'S P.O.V.
Just, go for it.
PIPER'S P.O.V.
His eyes met mine, open wide and he seemed to be breathing more heavily. His stance changed as he turned his torso toward me, his elbows pushing him away from the back of the couch. I felt like one end of a magnet as I scooted toward him ever so slightly. My body started to shake as his palm found my cheek, the other resting on my upper right thigh. Slowly, he leaned into me, placing his full pink lips on mine which parted the moment he had touched me. I immediately draped my arms over his shoulders and around his neck, my left hand habitually grabbing his hair at which he let out a small moan into my mouth. I strengthened the kiss as his tongue entered my mouth slowly, licking the inside of my upper lip. I felt his arms wrap around my waist before his hands settled on my hips, signaling me to sit up on my knees, which I did without breaking our kiss. He sat back against the couch, feet flat on the floor, as I lifted one leg over his legs, resting lightly into a straddle on his lap. I slowly rolled my hips into his in the rhythm of our kiss, immediately feeling his bulge harden underneath me. I tried not to smirk at the idea of turning Harry Styles on and focused on his wandering hands instead. They raised from my hips to my back, then my shoulders before being placed in between us, on my chest. He gently massaged my breasts, breaking our kiss for the first time to look at them. He brought his lips to my neck and I moved my head to the side so he could access it more easily. The feeling of his breath on my neck was enough to send me over the edge, therefore his tongue gliding up my neck toward my ear was unbearable. He placed his hands back on my shoulders, sliding my dress straps off of them, kissing the area they left. As my dress fell off of my chest down to my waist, I somehow felt more comfortable than I would have expected. He sensually hovered his lips over my chest while his hands returned to my breasts. He joined our lips together once more in a much more powerful movement, his tongue immediately sliding between my lips, which would not stop quivering. The sensation of it all was overwhelming.
"Bed?"
It was all I could bring myself to say. He broke away from me, leaning back toward the couch, his eyes full of lust, and nodded. His hands returned to my hips, travelling lower to my ass, as he lifted me up, kissing me once more as he stood up. I wrapped my legs around his toned waist, which was still unfortunately partially covered by his shirt. Not breaking our kiss, I reached between us, unbuttoning the last few buttons of his flannel before he laid me onto the bed, slowly and gently. Instantly he hovered over me, arms holding him up on either side of my head, one knee going between my legs, motioning for me to spread them slightly to make room. After kissing me deeply once more, he raised his torso, balancing on his knees and in one swift motion pulled the sleeves back over his shoulders, letting his shirt fall off of his arms, throwing it to the floor somewhere in the room. His arms were glorious, matching his chest and abdomen. Before I could reach up and pull him back towards me, he stopped me, pinning my arms down on the bed.
"It's your turn."
Without my response, he pulled my dress farther down, revealing my torso and eventually my underwear until the dress joined his shirt on the ground, leaving me in my undergarments. Returning to his spot on top of me, he pressed his body into mine this time, making me gasp for breath at the feeling of our bare skin touching in so many places. Not enough places. I grabbed his neck and rolled us both over so that I was on top of him and I once again straddled him. He placed his hands behind his head, elbows out, accentuating his toned arms even more. I scooted lower toward his legs so that I was able to reach his belt. I unbuckled it easily, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his tight pants at which point he arched his back, allowing me to pull them down over his even tighter black boxer briefs. After tugging his pants down and off of his legs, I simply let them fall to the carpet, not able to think of anything besides being in his embrace again. Before moving myself back up towards his chest, I placed small kisses along his abdomen, starting at his underwear line, and finishing on his neck, on which I began to lightly pull on with my teeth, leaving small red marks. He let out a louder moan at this point grabbing a large handful of my hair, yanking my face back to his. I could feel his chest quickly rising and falling, his heart racing as he flipped me back over on my back. Before moving back toward me, he grazed his fingers over my entire torso, ending at my underwear line. He placed his palm there, kissing me passionately before letting his fingers enter the elastic band of my thong. Before he even reached my most sensitive spot, I let out a moan, unable to contain my pleasure. He must have enjoyed that because he lifted his head up to reveal a sexy grin as he reached my clit, moving his middle finger around slowly, barely needing to do anything to drive me wild. After watching my reaction for a few seconds he leaned down and placed soft kisses on either corner of my mouth, making me ache for more. I let out a gasp as I spoke.
"Please, Harry."
"Please, what baby? What do you want me to do?"
He switched his middle finger for his thumb and placed the tip of his middle finger at my entrance.
"Is that what you want, Piper?"
I couldn't speak but my moan said it all as he thrust one finger into me, slowly at first until I bucked my hips in the air toward him. At this, he picked up speed and strength as he pumped, still circling my sensitive area in a circle with his thumb skillfully. I instantly grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled his face back to mine, kissing him furiously, unable to control my breathing anymore. Just as I felt like nothing could feel better than this, he pulled his hand away, moving away from me, and standing at the end of the bed. Before I could gather what he was doing, he leaned forward, grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him, leaving me at the edge of the bed. He got down on his knees before grabbing the edges of my underwear, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere I could not see. He placed his hands on my hips before sliding them up my thighs and down my calves and to my ankles, which he grabbed and forced me to bend my knees. Once they were bent, my feet flat on the bed, he pulled my legs away from each other, after which he placed each hand on my thighs, on either side of my sex. I lifted my head in time to get one look at his face as he licked his lips before kissing my inner thighs. I could feel his breath, as he began to kiss my groin, moving his tongue out between his lips, placing it less sensitive areas before swishing it around in circles on my clit. I moaned loudly, moving my hips toward him more, as if he could be any closer. Desire and pleasure built in my stomach as he held my clit between his lips, sucking lightly making me whimper in delight. As I slowly lost control of my body, he entered his index and middle finger back into my entrance, making me gasp for air that was impossible to gather. He pumped quickly in and slowly out, still working magic with his tongue as I feel the sensation build.
"I'm so close, Harry. Don't sto-aaahhhh."
I lost control of everything as my body convulsed and I came undone around his fingers, which he slowly removed before gliding his tongue across my slit for one last taste. As I gathered myself, he laid next to me, wrapping his arms around me, forcing me onto my side and pulling me towards him to where I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck.
"Wow."
I guess I still couldn't say anything good.
"Sorry it's a bit of a mess. We only just got here yesterday."
I couldn't help but to laugh at the clothes strewn everywhere. That was one thing already completely different between us. What was I saying? He was a superstar. That was definitely the first difference between me and Harry Styles. Anyway, I wouldn't mind cleaning up after him. Wait, what? You're getting WAY ahead of yourself, Pipe.
"It's not that bad."
I'm sure he could tell that I was lying but it honestly didn't bother my OCD as much as it would if it were someone else's. Well, duh, what was I going to do? Yell at Harry Styles to clean his room? HA.
"Here we can sit here."
He cleared some books off of a loveseat in the far corner of the room, closest to the window, and pulled the coffee table closer to us so we could put our drinks down. I wanted to see what books he had moved but he put them in a suitcase so quickly, I didn't have the chance. So, he reads? Interesting.
HARRY'S P.O.V.
God, why couldn't I have fucking picked up while I was sitting around wondering if she was going to show up? Dammit. Especially the books, I don't want that to be her first impression. I'm pretty sure that non-fiction books weren't the way to a girl's heart. As she sat down, I couldn't help but to admire her chest. It was full and mysterious, being covered in more places than I would have liked. Oh god, you're staring at her breasts! Stop! Can you at least try to make her feel comfortable? Start conversation.
"So, do you guys live in Fort Lauderdale?"
Wow, real creative.
"Umm, no, Orlando, actually. We just wanted to go to the first American show and it wasn't that far, so we just drove down for the weekend."
Orlando, huh? Pretty sure we were going to be there next week. I could see her again. I really wanted to. Well, she isn't going to want to see me again if all I do is make pathetic small talk and make her uncomfortable. All I wanted to do was kiss her. I couldn't think of something good to say. What would she do if I did? She did come here. That has to say something, right?
PIPER'S P.O.V.
This is kind of awkward. Neither of us has anything to say. All I can do is stare at his tight jeans and protruding bulge. Literally nothing else was going through my mind. If I were brave enough I would just straddle him right then and there and see what happened. Too bad I couldn't even have a conversation with him, much less take control of the situation like that.
It's not like he would push you away. Don't forget what he whispered in your ear at the meet and greet. Plus the fact that he invited you to his hotel room, literally just to be with you. It isn't a party or anything.
HARRY AND PIPER'S P.O.V.
Just, go for it.
PIPER'S P.O.V.
His eyes met mine, open wide and he seemed to be breathing more heavily. His stance changed as he turned his torso toward me, his elbows pushing him away from the back of the couch. I felt like one end of a magnet as I scooted toward him ever so slightly. My body started to shake as his palm found my cheek, the other resting on my upper right thigh. Slowly, he leaned into me, placing his full pink lips on mine which parted the moment he had touched me. I immediately draped my arms over his shoulders and around his neck, my left hand habitually grabbing his hair at which he let out a small moan into my mouth. I strengthened the kiss as his tongue entered my mouth slowly, licking the inside of my upper lip. I felt his arms wrap around my waist before his hands settled on my hips, signaling me to sit up on my knees, which I did without breaking our kiss. He sat back against the couch, feet flat on the floor, as I lifted one leg over his legs, resting lightly into a straddle on his lap. I slowly rolled my hips into his in the rhythm of our kiss, immediately feeling his bulge harden underneath me. I tried not to smirk at the idea of turning Harry Styles on and focused on his wandering hands instead. They raised from my hips to my back, then my shoulders before being placed in between us, on my chest. He gently massaged my breasts, breaking our kiss for the first time to look at them. He brought his lips to my neck and I moved my head to the side so he could access it more easily. The feeling of his breath on my neck was enough to send me over the edge, therefore his tongue gliding up my neck toward my ear was unbearable. He placed his hands back on my shoulders, sliding my dress straps off of them, kissing the area they left. As my dress fell off of my chest down to my waist, I somehow felt more comfortable than I would have expected. He sensually hovered his lips over my chest while his hands returned to my breasts. He joined our lips together once more in a much more powerful movement, his tongue immediately sliding between my lips, which would not stop quivering. The sensation of it all was overwhelming.
"Bed?"
It was all I could bring myself to say. He broke away from me, leaning back toward the couch, his eyes full of lust, and nodded. His hands returned to my hips, travelling lower to my ass, as he lifted me up, kissing me once more as he stood up. I wrapped my legs around his toned waist, which was still unfortunately partially covered by his shirt. Not breaking our kiss, I reached between us, unbuttoning the last few buttons of his flannel before he laid me onto the bed, slowly and gently. Instantly he hovered over me, arms holding him up on either side of my head, one knee going between my legs, motioning for me to spread them slightly to make room. After kissing me deeply once more, he raised his torso, balancing on his knees and in one swift motion pulled the sleeves back over his shoulders, letting his shirt fall off of his arms, throwing it to the floor somewhere in the room. His arms were glorious, matching his chest and abdomen. Before I could reach up and pull him back towards me, he stopped me, pinning my arms down on the bed.
"It's your turn."
Without my response, he pulled my dress farther down, revealing my torso and eventually my underwear until the dress joined his shirt on the ground, leaving me in my undergarments. Returning to his spot on top of me, he pressed his body into mine this time, making me gasp for breath at the feeling of our bare skin touching in so many places. Not enough places. I grabbed his neck and rolled us both over so that I was on top of him and I once again straddled him. He placed his hands behind his head, elbows out, accentuating his toned arms even more. I scooted lower toward his legs so that I was able to reach his belt. I unbuckled it easily, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his tight pants at which point he arched his back, allowing me to pull them down over his even tighter black boxer briefs. After tugging his pants down and off of his legs, I simply let them fall to the carpet, not able to think of anything besides being in his embrace again. Before moving myself back up towards his chest, I placed small kisses along his abdomen, starting at his underwear line, and finishing on his neck, on which I began to lightly pull on with my teeth, leaving small red marks. He let out a louder moan at this point grabbing a large handful of my hair, yanking my face back to his. I could feel his chest quickly rising and falling, his heart racing as he flipped me back over on my back. Before moving back toward me, he grazed his fingers over my entire torso, ending at my underwear line. He placed his palm there, kissing me passionately before letting his fingers enter the elastic band of my thong. Before he even reached my most sensitive spot, I let out a moan, unable to contain my pleasure. He must have enjoyed that because he lifted his head up to reveal a sexy grin as he reached my clit, moving his middle finger around slowly, barely needing to do anything to drive me wild. After watching my reaction for a few seconds he leaned down and placed soft kisses on either corner of my mouth, making me ache for more. I let out a gasp as I spoke.
"Please, Harry."
"Please, what baby? What do you want me to do?"
He switched his middle finger for his thumb and placed the tip of his middle finger at my entrance.
"Is that what you want, Piper?"
I couldn't speak but my moan said it all as he thrust one finger into me, slowly at first until I bucked my hips in the air toward him. At this, he picked up speed and strength as he pumped, still circling my sensitive area in a circle with his thumb skillfully. I instantly grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled his face back to mine, kissing him furiously, unable to control my breathing anymore. Just as I felt like nothing could feel better than this, he pulled his hand away, moving away from me, and standing at the end of the bed. Before I could gather what he was doing, he leaned forward, grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him, leaving me at the edge of the bed. He got down on his knees before grabbing the edges of my underwear, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere I could not see. He placed his hands on my hips before sliding them up my thighs and down my calves and to my ankles, which he grabbed and forced me to bend my knees. Once they were bent, my feet flat on the bed, he pulled my legs away from each other, after which he placed each hand on my thighs, on either side of my sex. I lifted my head in time to get one look at his face as he licked his lips before kissing my inner thighs. I could feel his breath, as he began to kiss my groin, moving his tongue out between his lips, placing it less sensitive areas before swishing it around in circles on my clit. I moaned loudly, moving my hips toward him more, as if he could be any closer. Desire and pleasure built in my stomach as he held my clit between his lips, sucking lightly making me whimper in delight. As I slowly lost control of my body, he entered his index and middle finger back into my entrance, making me gasp for air that was impossible to gather. He pumped quickly in and slowly out, still working magic with his tongue as I feel the sensation build.
"I'm so close, Harry. Don't sto-aaahhhh."
I lost control of everything as my body convulsed and I came undone around his fingers, which he slowly removed before gliding his tongue across my slit for one last taste. As I gathered myself, he laid next to me, wrapping his arms around me, forcing me onto my side and pulling me towards him to where I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck.
"Wow."
I guess I still couldn't say anything good.
@jasyjas18
awwww thank you so much! where is this awards nomination? lol I didn't know about it, but thank you so much!!!! :) I'm gonna start the sequel now ;) should be up today or tomorrow!
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