As soon as we get home after Liam’s, I’m pulling Harry into my bedroom to finish what he started earlier.

“Eager, baby?” Harry teases against my lips. I choose not to answer him and begin to work at his belt. “Oh no you don’t. My mum is downstairs, and I have to go.” He smiles and pushes me away from him.

“What?” I look at him out of breath. I could kill him right now.

“I’m meeting Zayn to go work on my bike. I’ll be home for dinner.” He smiles and kisses me chastely on the lips. “Love you.”

“You are such a tease, Harry Styles.” I groan and fall back onto my bed. I hear him laughing as he leaves my room and heads downstairs.

When I hear Harry downstairs telling Anne he is leaving, I decide it was probably best for him to leave. It’s a miracle she hasn’t caught us yet, but I’m very thankful for that. I badly want to tell her and my dad, but I still don’t think that’s a good idea. It sucks to keep it a secret, but I don’t think they would allow it.

Now what am I supposed to do?

Maybe I can help Anne with dinner. I’ve been spending all of my time with Harry, and I really should take some time to get to know Anne better. She is a lovely woman, it was just hard at first because I didn’t want her to replace my own mother, and now that I’ve finally accepted that she would only ever be my step-mother, I’ve spent all of my time with Harry.

I go down to the kitchen to find Anne rolling out some type of dough on the counter. “Hey, what are you making?” I ask her.

“Oh hi, Chloe. I didn’t know you were home.” She turns to face me and smiles. “I’m just making some bread. I’m so stressed out with all of the wedding planning, and baking is really therapeutic.”

“What are you stressed about? Is there anything I could help with?”

She laughs softly as she kneads the bread dough. “Everything, sweetie. But today, I’ve been trying to decide how I want to do my hair. I had my hair in an up-do for my first marriage, so I was kind of thinking of leaving it down, but my hair is so boring down.”

It takes everything in me not to tell her to calm down and relax because the wedding isn’t for another two months, but I know that won’t help. “I think you should leave it down, too. Maybe you could curl it?” I suggest.

“I’m terrible at doing my own hair. Straight is about all I can manage.” She sighs as she arranges the dough in a pan and brings it to the oven.

“I could do it for you?” I offer. “It’ll only take a half hour or so, maybe we can do a practice run right now? See if you like it?”

I’m going crazy over here and I need a distraction from the ache between my legs. This should give me something else to think about until Harry returns.

“Oh Chloe, that would be lovely. Are you sure?” Anne claps her hands together in anticipation.

“Yeah, it's no problem.” I smile.

She moves to the sink to wash off her hands. “Do you mind doing it in my bathroom? There’s a chair in there, and I can show you my choices for the bridesmaids dresses if I find my iPad around here.”

“Sounds good. I’ll go plug in my curling iron and meet you up there?”

“Wonderful. Thanks, Chloe.”

I go back upstairs and grab my curling iron from my bathroom and bring it to my dad and Anne’s bathroom. Once I get in there, I realize I’ve never actually seen it, and wow. It’s huge. It’s almost bigger than my bedroom back in Arizona.

I plug in the curler just as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out to see a text from Harry.



From: Harry What are you up to?



I quickly respond, hoping that he’ll tell me he’s coming home sooner than later. I don’t think I’ve ever been this desperate for him or anyone else.



To: Harry About to curl your mom’s hair. Don’t ask. When are you coming home?

Almost instantly, I get a response.


From: Harry Damn, I’m missing all of the fun ;) I’ll be back in a few hours, why do you ask baby? Do you miss me?



To: Harry Something like that ;) I’m getting desperate over here.



From: Harry You better not touch yourself. That pussy is for me only.

Damn, he can be controlling even over text.

To: Harry I just might have to… My man left me deprived and I don’t know how much longer I can take it…

From: Harry Don’t you dare. I’ll know Chloe, and I’ll make you wait longer for my cock if I find out you got yourself off.

Oh. How do I reply to that? I don’t have to think twice before my phone is vibrating again.

From: Harry If you’re a good girl, I’ll be home sooner to fuck your wet little pussy. Now go curl my mum’s hair and try not to think about my cock too much. xx

Wow. Okay. My face is scarlet red with anticipation, surprise, I don’t even know. I feel dirty and guilty when Anne joins me minutes later and sits down on the chair.

“Are you all right, darling? You look a little flushed.” She points out, only making me blush further.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” I lie. “So did you find your iPad?” I quickly change the subject.

“No,” She waves her hand dismissively. “Those damn things are so small, I lose it all the time. But anyway, the dresses are gorgeous, and I’ll have to show you the picture, but they’re strapless and floor length. Oh, you’ll love them Chloe.” She gushes.

“I bet there beautiful.” I tell her, grateful for the conversation change. “So what are you thinking for your hair? Tighter or looser curls? Like maybe more of a wave?”

“I honestly have no idea.” She laughs. “Whatever you think’ll look best.”

“Okay.” I smile and opt for a looser curl. I begin sectioning her thick, dark hair off as she begins rambling about other wedding ideas.

“So I was thinking bow tie’s, but I know Harry will never wear one. I don’t even know how I’m going to get him into a tux.” She begins. I laugh imagining the day of the wedding, trying to force Harry into a dress shirt. “But then again, he has been in such a better mood lately. I don’t know how to explain it to you Chloe, but he’s always been kind of a moody, quiet guy. He’s always had quite a temper, but it seems to be subsiding a little lately.”

Oh trust me, I get it. I want to tell her.

“And now that I think about it, he’s been acting differently ever since you moved here.” Oh shit. “That must be because of David. He was always trying to hang out with Harry and bond with him, but ever since you moved here, he kind of gave up and focused on you. Harry must be glad to get him off of his back.” Anne laughs. I just smile and let her continue, it’s nice to hear her talk about Harry.

“I know Harry likes your dad, I just don’t think he wants to admit it. He’s had a lot of trust issues, and I think it’s hard for Harry to open up and let new people in. Maybe you’ve noticed? You two have been hanging out a little more lately.”

“Yeah, I suppose. He was like that at first, but he’s starting to open up.” I tell her. I don’t want to blow my cover, so I just go along with it. What she doesn't know is how much he really has opened up to me.

“I’m really glad you two get along, by the way. I was worried about it, just because…” She pauses and takes a deep breath. “I was just worried, but I’m glad he’s taken a liking to you. I honestly think he likes you the best…”

“Are you okay?” I ask when she stops speaking and becomes quiet.

“Yeah, it’s just, I think he likes having a sister again…” She inhales. Oh crap. Is she going to talk about Gemma? I don’t think I can take hearing this story again, it breaks my heart. “Well, a step-sibling anyway… I’m sorry, I don’t mean to get all emotional on you, but I’m sure Harry hasn’t told you… he doesn’t really talk about it, but my daughter, his older sister, passed away a few years ago, and it’s been tough on all of us. They were very close, and it’s been forever since I’ve seen him like how he has been lately. Ever since she passed, he’s been so dull, but I think now that you’re here, you’ve helped him in a way? I don’t know if that makes sense.”

Oh, I understand more than you know, Anne.

“I’m so sorry.” Is all I can manage. I set the curling iron on the counter next to the sink and hug her. She’s such a sweet woman, and when Harry told me the story about Gemma, I only thought about how handled it. I can only imagine how hard it was for Anne to lose her daughter.

“Thank you.” She says into my hair. “And I know we aren’t all that close, but I almost feel the same way that maybe Harry is feeling. You remind me so much of Gemma. She was beautiful just like you, and so intelligent.” I look at Anne to find a sad smile on her face and a lone tear falling from her eye.

“I wish I could’ve met her.” I tell Anne the same thing I told Harry because I really do wish I could’ve. From what they’ve both told me, she seems wonderful, and it breaks my heart knowing that they lost her.

I go back to Anne’s hair as she takes a collective breath.

“Me too.” Anne nods. “You would’ve loved her. She’s practically the opposite of Harry, but they got along so well. Speaking of, I’m still surprised you and Harry got on so well. He was so rude that first night we met you, but I can’t complain; you’ve been nothing but a good influence on that boy.”

I wanted to cry hearing those words from her. I just feel so happy with life right now, and I’m glad I could help Harry through a tough time in his own life. He’s been such a good influence on myself, and I’m just so content. If only we didn’t have to hide what we had.

“All done.” I smile and spray a little hairspray onto the curls. “It looks beautiful, Anne.”

She stands up from the chair and walks closer to the mirror. “Oh, Chloe. Who knew my hair could look so good? I love it, thank you dear.” She smile and pulls me into a bone-crushing embrace.

“No problem.” I tell her and begin to turn off the curler and grab my things.

“Chloe?” She stops me as I’m about to leave the bathroom.

“Yeah?” I turn around and find her looking at me nervously.

She takes the items from my hands and sets them on the counter. “I was wondering… Okay, I know this might be a little weird for you, but, will you be my maid of honor?” She asks. My stomach is in my throat, and I stand there frozen, unsure of what to say. “I know we’re not very close, but I would love to have you standing next to me at the church. And your father was thinking of asking Harry to be his best man. We thought it would make sense.” She smiles.

I don’t know what I’m feeling. I’m speechless, but my mouth just starts moving when I tell her, “I’d love to, Anne.”

I’m honored that she would ask me, but it also makes me feel a bit guilty for not trying harder to get to know her more. I was so bitter about her trying to take my mother’s place, that I never got the chance. For heaven's sake, she doesn’t even know that my mom died. She just told me about Gemma, and I’m too much of a coward to tell her about my mother.

All she does is pull me into another tight hug, thanking me repeatedly and telling me how happy she is and how fun it will be.

“Oh, that must be your dad. I’m supposed to meet him at some restaurant with a few people from his work. Good thing my hair is already done.” She smiles as her phone rings. “Thank you again, Chloe. For doing my hair, for agreeing to be my maid of honor, and for everything, really.”

“Of course.” I smile. “Have fun at dinner.”

I go back to my room and text Harry again, asking him if he’s coming home soon, but he doesn’t reply. Anne was a good distraction for a little while, but now I am totally desperate for Harry. I’m about to go mad.

About twenty minutes later, I heard the front door shut, and I couldn’t stop myself from running downstairs like a little kid on Christmas morning.

“We have the house to ourselves.” I smirked as Harry pulled me into his arms. “What are we going to do while our parents are gone?” I teased.

“I’m kind of hungry, I can make dinner?”

“Oh no, Styles.” I pulled out of his arms so I could stop him from going to the kitchen.

“Why, Ms. Hayes? You’re not hungry?” He feigned confusion.

“Not for food.” I muttered and tried my best to push him towards the staircase.

“Eager as ever, baby. I like it.” Harry smirked. “Maybe I should leave you hanging more often?”

“No!”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Why not? Isn’t this fun?”

“Definitely not. Now take me upstairs and fuck me, Harry.” Wow. I really am desperate.

“Careful what you wish for, baby.” He grinned and abruptly picked me up to carry me up the stairs and into his bedroom. “Did you touch yourself when I was gone?”

“No.” I told him honestly. I don’t understand what his deal is with that, but I wasn’t about to disobey him.

“Good girl.” He smiled before attacking me lips with a newfound fever and passion. “God, I’ve missed you. You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted you all day, too. You’re not the only deprived one, baby.”

“Please Harry.” I moaned as he sucked at the skin below my neck while setting me down on top of his desk.

His expression turned serious as he wrapped his arms around my waist and nudged his way between my legs.

“Promise me you'll never leave me," he whispered. I remembered him asking me the last time, and I briefly wondered how many times he would need me to tell him.

"I promise to never leave you." I cradled Harry’s face in my hands, kissing him softly, our lips clinging together. “Even if you leave me hanging all day and don’t let me come, I'm yours forever no matter what.” I smiled.

Harry groaned, crushing me to him as he slanted his mouth over mine. I responded just as intensely, feeling desire course through me. I was wearing a skirt so the only barrier to my arousal was the thin cotton of my panties.

"I need you now," Harry said harshly against my mouth, his hands already moving up underneath my shirt.

Harry was quick to take off my shirt and pull the cup of my bra down to latch his hot mouth onto my hard nipple, suckling hard. I couldn’t even begin to suppress my cry of pleasure.

"I need to hear you, baby. Don't hold anything back from me." I couldn't deny Harry anything, and when he slipped his hand underneath my skirt and fingered my wetness, I cried out even louder.

"Always so wet for me," he muttered as his mouth moved down my body until his mouth joined his finger.

“Harry, please," I was circling my hips restlessly, pushing up against him as he relentlessly suckled my clit, two fingers slowly plunging in and out of me. I whimpered in need, my legs trembling as I felt the pressure mounting. I blinked when Harry pulled away, looking up at him confused. When I saw him unbuttoning his pants, I automatically lifted my legs, my lower body convulsing with the need to have him inside of me.

"I can't wait, baby," he said through gritted teeth. "I need to be inside of you.” He worked at lightning speed to grab a condom from his discarded pants and roll it down his impressive length.

My back bowed in pleasure when Harry thrusted into me, crying out as ripples of pleasure shuddered through my body. Harry made guttural noises as he withdrew his erection almost all the way, then slammed back into me. His hips pumped faster and faster, his breath harsh and his face tight with desire.

"Come on, baby. Come for me, Chloe.”

His words tipped me over the edge and I cried out as my climax convulsed through me, rocking me with such pure pleasure that it was almost painful. Harry swallowed my cries, kissing me fiercely as the last of my release left my body.

I caressed his cheek, damp with sweat, and gazed up at him, “I want to feel you come,Harry," I said breathlessly. He groaned at my words and I felt his erection jerking inside of me, spurting into the condom endlessly until he finally collapsed on top of me.

Holy shit. That was well worth the wait.

I caressed his sweaty back, loving the feel of him still inside of me. Harry raised his head, grinning at me. "How great does that delayed gratification feel?”

Notes

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