It Was Just a Night at the Bar

Harry's POV
There she was, underneath me. Our chests were heaving and her breath was hitching. I never thought I would get to see her like this again. I knew that night happened, and I knew that neither one of us remembered it, but it was the most satisfying thing to know it was happening again.
Her eyes were closed and she was waiting for me to make the next advance. Her lips were slightly parted and her bare body was illuminated only by the light of the moon that shown through her curtains.
With my jeans still stuck to my body, I decided it was still her time.
I slowly leaned over her, one hand on her hip, the other I used to move her beautiful long brown locks from her neck. I slowly pressed my lips to the length of her jaw line, trailing to her neck, then to her collarbone. I kept kissing softly as I was encouraged by her heavy breathing with the occasional whimper. Her skin was so soft and supple, I couldn't resist to kiss her all over. My lips found their way down her stomach, traveling over her navel to I found her place of warmth.
I spread her legs apart and made sure to watch her reaction.
As I held her thighs for support, I delved my tongue inside her, a soft groan emanating from her pink lips. I started to move my tongue at a faster pace, trying to get an even more intense reaction. She started to fist my hair and started to press and hold my head in its position. I then slowly inserted one finger inside her, then moving it back and forth. I carefully pumped my finger in and out of her, watching her eyes roll back in her head with pleasure. Her moaning was followed by her legs being wrapped around my head. Pleasuring her was all I wanted in this moment. Jacey was all that mattered to me.
Jacey's POV
As much as I wanted him to never stop what he was doing, I needed him inside me.
I pushed his head from between my legs, his eyes dark with lust. I then laid down on the bed in front of him, motioning for him to stand up. As he became compliant of my request, my fingers started to fumbled with his belt. As it finally came undone, I pulled his jeans down. All that separated me and pure bliss was a thin flannel fabric, also known as his boxers. I then took my fingers into the elastic band and pulled down, releasing his length to my vision.
I knew Harry tensed up when I began to take him in my mouth. Like all guys, he was a bit insecure about his size, even though he was a solid eight and a half inches. I started to lick all the way up his shaft, hearing him release a throaty groan. I took him in my mouth again and began to move my head up and down. He encouraged my actions by intertwining his fingers through my hair. Everytime I would look up at him, his head would be rolling back, causing me to feel a reassurance of what I was doing.
I bobbed my head up and down, feeling his tip hit the back of my throat. Tears started to well up in my eyes, not really bothering me, but blurring my vision. Harry grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away.
"Are you okay?" he asked with concern.
"Yeah."
"Are you sure? I've never had a girl cry when giving me head before..." he trailed off. I laughed lightly and pushed on his chest, wiping my eyes.
"I'm fine. I swear. Now, get inside me before the sexual tension wears out." I said semi-seductively.
*The Next Day*
There i was again, in a familiar position and place. My bed was cold to my side, indicating Harry had left. I sighed out in relief. I looked to my side to my clock. It was nearly three o'clock in the afternoon! No wonder Harry had left.
I rummaged around my bedside table for phone to see if I had any reminders for today.
The first thing I saw were 7 missed calls from a number I didn't know. I had no recollection of who it could be, and if they had called so many times, it must've been important.
I dialed the number, not knowing what or who to expect. An urgent voice picked up the phone, breathing heavily.
"Hello?" I said groggily.
"Is this Jacey?" the familiar voice asked.
"Um yes. Who is this?" I said turning over in my sheets.
"It's Niall, from the record shop." he said, slowing his breathing.
"Is something wrong?" I asked. As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I heard police sirens I'm the background of the call.
"Could you buzz me up right now?" he asked, the sirens getting louder.
"But-" I started, realizing I was only in my underwear.
"PLEASE! NOW!" He yelled.
"OKAY!" I yelled back, throwing my sheets to the side and running out to the living room to hit the buzzer. I heard someone run up the stairs and then run down my hall. I was expecting him to take at least enough time for me to go put on some clothes. But in less than a minute, Niall was pounded on my door. I opened the door and he practically fell in. I closed the door behind him and locked it.
"What the hell is going on?" I yelled at him, he was too busy looking around my apartment to realize I was practically naked.
"Nice place you go-" he said as he turned around. "woah."
I stood there in front of him with my hair still matted from Harry's gentle tugs. I was in my pink laced push up bra and matching pink laced thong. I wasn't cold either, even though there was snow out in the streets. My apartment was heated well and I was lucky to have it this way since I've seen so many homeless people on the streets here.
"Are you going to answer me?" I asked nit caring enough to cover myself. Niall's eyes traveled up and down my body's length until he decided to answer.
"Yeah, it was nothing." he said, brushing off everything.
"I heard the police. What did you do." I persisted.
"Nothing, I swear!" he yelled at me.
"Then why did you run up here?" I asked, putting a hand on my hip.
"Harry's in trouble, not me." he said, becoming more composed than before.
"What do you mean?" I asked, becoming worried.
"Did Harry never tell you?" Niall asked, tilting his head.
"Tell me what, god dammit!" I yelled.
"He's the leader of our gang." he said, giving a devilish smirk.
"Your what!?" I shrieked.
"Our gang." he started to giggle at how little I knew of my new lover.
"He-he doesn't," I started to say, watching Niall smirk at me "he-he can't... Lead a gang."
"And why is that, love?" he asked me.
"Because Harry's a good guy. He would've told me. Right?" I started to think out loud.
"This isn't like him." Niall started "he's never shielded the women he's slept with from his outside life. He even stabbed a guy right before banging a girl in our alley."
"You have an alley?" I asked angrily.
"Yeah."
"You're s cute guy who owns a little record store, how the fuck did this happen?" I shouted.
"It's a day job, jeez. Harry never told me that you were this sassy." he retorted.
"He tells you things about me?" I asked fuming.
"Yeah, he talks about how great you are in bed." Niall smirked.
I rolled my eyes disgusted.
"But how is he in trouble?" I then asked becoming worried again.
"Let's just say, he angered some guys that shouldn't have been angered." Niall said rubbing the back of his neck.
What the fuck did I just get myself into?

Notes

So Harry's in a gang. Surprise. Sorry this took so long to write, but I was trying to think of a plot twist of some sort. And here it is: HARRY'S IN TROUBLE!! haha love you guys!! Xoxoxo -Rachel