The Bodyguard.

“What do we want for dinner tonight, ladies?” my father asks my mother and I, getting into the car. We shrug in response and my father sighs, we never know what we want. “Chinese, pizza, olive garden, red Lobster-”
“Red Lobster!”I nearly scream in excitement. “You want Red Lobster, baby?” he asks his wife. I smile at the fact that he still calls her baby, like they were back in college again. I hope that when I get married, I have the kind of marriage my parents have. Open, honest, trusting, loving, and spontaneous. Okay, so maybe Red Lobster isn't so spontaneous, but they had to settle down a bit when they had their little bundle of joy. (A.K.A, me.)
Turning onto the highway, we head towards Red Lobster. “Cassie told us that they are having a talent show at school this weekend. Are you going to participate?” My father asks me. I scoff, “No. I'm not good at anything except for kicking ass.” My parents laugh at my response. I've been taking karate and taekwondo since I was little and since my father used to be a bodyguard, he has also trained me. My mom wishes I was more of a girly girl, but she likes that I can defend myself. I am definitely a daddy's girl.
“So what movie do we want to watch tonight?” my father asks us. Again, my mom and I both shrug, resulting in my father sighing annoyed. My mom and I chuckle as he begins to rattle off the movies playing at the theater. I can see Red Lobster, yes! I'm so hungry. I think I'll have the stuffed- CRASH.

I wake up from my nightmare with a loud gasp, breathing heavily and gasping for air. I feel an arm wrap around me and I jump away, nearly falling off the bed. “Max! It's me, it's Harry. It's okay.”
Fuck.
I forgot I was with Harry, I'm used to waking up screaming alone. I also did not want Harry to know I had nightmares this bad. I haven't been having them since I started bunking with Harry at night, actually. I had almost forgotten them.
I crawl back over to Harry, but keep my distance from him. I wipe my tear stained cheeks with my shaking hands, not knowing what to say to Harry. I probably just freaked him out. Only people with fucked up pasts wake up screaming at night.
I crawl back under the covers, ashamed, “Sorry Harry, just go back to sleep.” Slowly, Harry lays down next to me. I can't see his face as it is still pitch black in the room, which only makes everything worse. Ever so softly, he pulls me into his arms, careful not to scare me again. I shakily wrap my arm around his torso and cuddle into his chest. When I am no longer trembling, Harry speaks. “Do you get those a lot?”
I nod into his chest and mumble, “I understand if you don't want me sleeping in here anymore...”
He just holds me tighter, “Of course I want you here, who else is gonna comfort you and tell you everything is okay?” He kisses the top of my head and I melt. I have never felt more safe than I am right now, in Harry's arms.
“I'm supposed to be the one making you feel safe, not the other way around.” I tell him while kissing his bare chest. “I think everyone deserves to feel safe, love.” I smile at that and take his face in my hands to kiss him tenderly.
“When you're ready to talk about your nightmares, I'll be here. Okay?” He whispers to me. “Okay.” I whisper back. He kisses me one more time before getting comfortable again. I most likely won't be able to sleep, I never can after my nightmares, so I'll just lay here with Harry while he sleeps. It's been a long time since I've been this close to someone, since I've been able to confide in them about my most personal secrets.
It's not like my parents death is a secret, but I don't plan on telling Harry anytime soon. Cassie's parents are my parents, they're just my second parents. It makes me feel better that ever since I told Harry that I was addicted to coke, he hasn't looked at me any differently. People usually associate coke heads with low life trailer park scum, or with celebrities. Funny how that works.
Harry is already fast asleep, but he still has a death grip on me. I don't mind in the slightest. All I know is, I'm extremely lucky to have met Harry and the rest of the group. I never thought I would have such good friends coming straight out of the Academy. Now I just need Cassie.

Surprisingly, I did fall back asleep, but only for three hours. I woke up again around sunrise and quietly sneaked out of Harry's room and into my own. Now I'm jogging on the beach, thinking about what I'm going to say to Cassie when I call her.
Oh, hey Cassie. It's just me, Max, the selfish former coke addict.
Cassie, I miss you and I'm sorry I ignored you for the past three years.
Yo, Cassie. My nigga my nigga.
Okay, so maybe that last one is just because that song is stuck in my head. Niall won't stop playing it around the house.
Returning from my jog, I go into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Jackson is up, it's only 8:30. “Good morning, Max.” he greets me, sipping his coffee and reading the paper. “Morning. What time do we head out today?”
“Ten.”
I nod at him before going upstairs to my room. I put on some music while picking out my clothes for today. Just as I'm about to strip to get into the shower, there is a knock at my door. I open it to find Harry in only his basketball shorts and boxers. I bite my lip at his beyond sexy appearance: face still tired with sleep, hair disheveled in a perfect curly mess, and of course, his muscular body with those damn tattoos teasing me to kiss them. He really needs to stop being so hot.

~Harry's P.O.V.~
I was not expecting a sweaty but sexy Max to open the door. Wearing just a sports bra and short shorts, I could clearly see the droplets of sweat trailing down her tan, fit body. After my eyes trail up her body, I see that she is checking me out as well and biting her lip. Fuck, I am so turned on right now.
I barge into her room and close the door before slamming her up against the wall and kissing the bloody hell out of her. Pulling away to breathe, she giggles, “Good morning to you too, Harry.” I chuckle, “You look so damn sexy right now, I couldn't help myself.”
She scrunches her nose in disgust, “Sexy is the farthest thing I look like right now. I'm sweaty and gross.” I shake my head in disagreement, “Trust me, you're sexy.” I growl and trail the sweat from her neck down to her breasts with my fingers, making her shiver. “Y-You...” she gulps and I smirk, “are weird because sweating is gross.” I shrug and kiss her neck, “I guess I'm weird then.”
My left hand softly trails down her breasts and her stomach, and I cup her warm sex in my hand. Max sucks in a breath, “We don't have enough time, Harry.” I bite her shoulder, saying nothing. She puts her hands on my hips and I know that I won. “I n-need to get in the shower.” She tells me, her voice not nearly as confident as it was before. I look her in the eyes and challenge, “So get in the shower.”
She looks at my lips then back at me before saying, “Fuck it,” and kissing me roughly. She pulls me closer by my shorts and I begin to rub her in all the right places. She moans and we make our way to the bed, stripping naked before we even get there. As I lay her down she says sternly, “We have fifteen minutes.”
I open her legs wide and say, “We better hurry then.” And then slam into her wet pussy. We both moan out in pleasure, forgetting that we're supposed to be quiet in case the lads hear us. Or worse, Jackson.
After letting her adjust to my cock, I start out at a slow pace and gradually thrust faster and harder. Max scratches her nails down my back and bites my shoulder with every moan she suppresses, driving me insane.
“Oh fuck, Max.” I moan into her neck as quiet as I can. She moans my name once and I can feel myself coming undone. With my thrusts becoming sloppier, I reach my hand down to finger her clit.
“Oh my God, Harry!” She moans my name again and I cum inside her right then and there. I love it when she moans my name. A moment later, she joins me in ecstasy. Not having to use a condom is fucking great, I like feeling all of her and I want her to feel every inch of me.
After our bodies recover, I quickly slip my trunks back on. She walks me, naked, to her bedroom door. I kiss her while taking one of her bare ass cheeks in my hands and slapping it hard. She squeals then laughs. “Get out of here, Styles. We leave at ten.”
I laugh with her, “How dare you fuck me then kick me out. I'm hurt, love.” I tease her. She kisses me longingly before pushing me away and walking to her bathroom. “That's what booty calls are, love.” She winks and then shuts the door. I continue to laugh as I open the door to go to my own room. But when I opened the door, their was someone standing there, arms crossed.
“You sly bastard.”

Notes

More drama coming next chapter! <3