The Bodyguard.

It's been a week and a half since I called Cassie.
It's been a week and a half since Harry Styles and I graduated from being friends with benefits to a secret couple.
I've been having nightmares every night for the past week.
It's been almost five years since my parents died.
It's been three years since I've touched coke.
It's been more than three years since I last saw or spoke to my ex, Kyle, who is more than partially responsible for ruining my entire fucking life.
I don't even know if he is out of prison yet. When we got busted, I was given a chance to fix my life and go to the Academy because Carol and Alan are rich as fuck and could probably get me out of murder if they wanted to. However, Kyle wasn't so lucky. Really, the only person he had was me, so when he got caught he ended up getting sentenced to five years in prison. He wouldn't have gotten so many years but he had a lot of coke and assaulted a police officer. I barely remember that day, I was so drugged out. I just remember the cops breaking in, a lot of yelling, and then I woke up in a detox center. Fun times.
Suddenly a soft pair of lips start to kiss my neck, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Good morning, love.” Harry greets me tiredly, voice gruff and sexy as ever. He continues to kiss up my neck and jaw, “Mornin' Harry.” His kisses stop at the corner of my mouth, hand resting on my bare lower back. He brushes his nose against mine, leans down and just when our lips are about to touch, he pulls away smirking. I grab the back of his neck and force him down to my lips muttering, “Fuckin' tease.”
He chuckles, “You know you like it.” He kisses me once more and I reply, “Lord help me, I do.” He grins, revealing his glorious dimples and connects our lips again. It quickly becomes heated when he moves his hand to the side of my head, hovering his warm, naked body over mine,just barely touching and making my skin tingle. My hands tangle in his hair as he deepens the kiss. He licks my bottom lip for entrance, but I teasingly deny it. He ever so gently brushes his thumb across my nipple, making me shudder and open my mouth, giving him complete access.
I pull on his bottom lip with my teeth and he groans, diving for my neck. “H-Harry, don't leave any hickeys!” I gasp as he bites down, hard, on my shoulder. He comes back to look me in the eyes as his hand slowly starts to trail down my torso, over my bellybutton, and then forces my legs wide open. I gulp in anticipation. His emeralds stare into mine as his fingers begin to rub my clit. I whimper in response and my breathing quickens. His forefinger slowly enters me followed by his middle, his thumb still rubbing my clit in circles. I let out a small moan and bite my lip, still looking directly into Harry's eyes. He pumps his fingers in and out faster, curving them upwards to hit my g-spot.
“Fuck.” I groan, thrusting my hips upwards. I finally break eye contact with Harry only to throw my head back onto the pillow and grip the sheets in ecstasy. The familiar pull in my stomach arises and I know I'm getting close. “H-Harry.” I whisper moan. His mouth attaches to my breast, biting and sucking it. “Harry!” I moan louder, probably a little too loud. He detaches his mouth and breathes in my ear, “Cum for me, Max.” I can feel his hardening dick against my leg and that sends me over the edge. Harry presses his lips to mine to stifle my moans.
Once I stop trembling, I open my eyes to find Harry staring at me lovingly. I smile at him, “What?”
He shrugs, “I love watching you fall apart underneath me. It's sexy.” His voice deep. I cover my face with my hands in embarrassment. He laughs and pries my hands away, “Don't hide, beautiful.”
“You're very lovey dovey this morning.” I point out.
“Can't a lad want to make his lass happy in the morning?”
I giggle at his perfect British accent and being called lass, “You do make me happy, babe.” I run my hands through his curls. He frowns, “I know how upset you are about Cassie, you're so much quieter than usual. Zayn asked me what was wrong with you yesterday.”
I sigh, “I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a downer. I'm happy for the most part and I have you to thank for that.” I kiss his lips tenderly, “Are you happy?”
He nods, “Of course I am.”
I chew on my lip in doubt, “You would tell me if you weren't, right? If you changed your mind about me?” I shift away from him shyly, afraid that might be the case.
He pulls me back to him, even closer than before. “Look at me,” he orders. I listen and immediately get lost in those damn green eyes of his. “I want you and nothing will change that. Got it?” he asks sternly. I nod and whisper, “Got it.” He kisses me passionately and I straddle him. I kiss his neck, leaving hickeys because I can. He grips my ass tightly in his hands.
“I think,” I kiss his chest once, “that I should,” I move down to kiss just below his bellybutton before taking his cock in my hand and he stiffens, “properly thank you, Harold.” He's biting down on his lip hard. I take him fully in my mouth, looking up at him the whole time and he moans out, “Holy fuck.” I proceed to give him a blow job, using tricks I've only seen in pornos. As Harry came in my mouth and I watched him unravel beneath me due to just my touch, I understood why he liked to watch me get off so much.
Harry kisses my lips as I plop down beside him, “That was amazing. Best blow I've ever had. Fuck, you're perfect.” He kisses me again and again as I giggle like mad.
I sigh, “Okay, Mr. Styles. We should get ready for today.”
He whines, “I don't wannaaaa!”
“You never want to.”
“That's cause you're always here naked.”
I scoff, “Well let me just put on some clothes then.” I move to stand, but he pulls me back down to him with a laugh. “No, please don't. I beg of thee.” I roll my eyes and push him off of me, laughing. I put on my pajamas from last night and watch Harry fondly as he walks to his bathroom bare ass naked. I smack his ass when he passes. “You have such a nice bum, Harry.”
He smiles cheekily and winks, “Why thank you.” I laugh.
“I'll see you downstairs,” I tell him, walking to his door. He kisses me one last time before I sneak to my own room. I can feel the big goofy smile on my face just thinking about Harry. I really am happy, he makes me happy.
It's just... I miss Cassie.
After spending all day at the studio to work on their new album, the boys decided that they wanted to go out for dinner. It wasn't a fancy restaurant, which was a relief. I was tired of being on my best behavior all the time. When we were finished with our meals, some fans came up to the boys for autographs and pictures. They are really so good and genuinely appreciative of all their fans. Even though sometimes they can be annoying, the boys are always happy to see them. The girls are also always really touchy-feely, but I guess I can't blame them. I mean, come on. Have you seen the One Direction boys? Male models, every single one of them.
We were walking to the car a couple blocks away, three bodyguards with us not including myself. I was walking in the back of the group with Harry. He was laughing along with the other guys, I think Zayn made a joke or something. I suddenly got the feeling someone was watching me. I looked around as I walked, looking for anything suspicious. I almost shook the feeling off but then I saw a familiar dirty blonde standing on the corner, dressed in all black with his hands in his pockets.
Holy shit. Kyle?
I immediately grab Scott's shoulder, Harry's bodyguard, “I need to check something out, don't let Harry out of your sight.” He nods at me and I avoid Harry's questioning gaze. I can barely keep my eyes on Kyle with all of the traffic and people walking around us. It seems as if he is staring right into my eyes from across the street. After this bus passes, I can cross the road. After the bus passes, he is no longer standing there. It's like he vanished into thin air. I cross the road anyway in search for him.
Maybe I'm going crazy and just imagined him there. Is he even out of prison? He can't be, it hasn't been five years yet.
When I return to the cars with the others, Scott immediately starts asking me questions, “What happened? Did you see something?”
I shake my head and was surprised at how normal my voice sounded, “No, false alarm. Sorry.” It was then that I noticed my hands were shaking, so I put them under my legs. I'm sitting next to Liam and thankfully have a window seat. I try to calm my racing heart on our way back to the house.
If Kyle really was there, what does he want? He can't seriously think we would get back together, can he? I hope not. I hate Kyle, but I still care about him. We had a good relationship once. Well, as good as it could have been considering I had just lost my parents. Kyle had this dangerous feel to him and it was a major turn on. He was pretty hot, too. When I ran away from Cassie and her parents at 16, I went straight to Kyle. He let me move in with him. At that time he didn't do anything except drink and do pills. A month later, though, he came home with coke. I was getting worse and worse as the days went on, and Kyle was helping but it wasn't enough. I needed my mom and dad.
So we snorted our first lines together.
Except I didn't know he had been previously addicted and decided to get back into his bad habit. Everything was ignorant, coke-filled bliss for almost a year, until he hit me. It was a hard smack right across my cheek; it sent me flying to floor and blood to trickle from the corner of my mouth. He stormed out after that. I knew right then I should have left, but I had nowhere to go and I had my addiction to feed. To be honest, I didn't want to leave. I thought I loved Kyle. I was so, so wrong.
We pulled up to the house and I was snapped out of my daze. I immediately went up to my room, kicked off my shoes, and flopped down onto my bed belly down. A couple minutes later, just like I knew he would be, Harry walks in. He lays down next to me and wraps his arm around my waist, “What's the matter, baby?” He sounds so concerned and here I am, thinking about my ex boyfriend.
I still haven't looked at him. “I just thought I saw someone I knew earlier, that's all.”
“Who?”
“Someone I don't ever want to see again. Can we just leave it at that?” I ask, finally looking at him and begging him with my eyes to leave it alone.
He frowns, “Fine, for now.” He pulls me into his chest for a tight hug which I gladly returned. I caress his cheek with my hand and kiss him before revealing, “You're too good for me, Harry. I'm so lucky to have you.”
He laughs, “Whatever, I'm the lucky one.”
I shake my head no and he starts to tickle me. I squirm and try to get away from him but his hold is strong, tickle game stronger. “Do you admit I'm the lucky one?” he asks laughing.
“Yes! I admit it! Now stop or I'm gonna pee!” He stops his assault on my sides and kisses my cheek, grinning so wide his dimples are showing. I take a couple deep breaths and hit his arm. “Fuck you.”
He chuckles, “When and where?”
I think for a moment, “Tonight. In the pool.”
His eyebrows raise, “Seriously?”
I shrug, “Why not?”
“You're just usually so careful about being caught, this is kind of reckless of you.”
“So are you saying no to my offer?”
He wraps one of my legs around his waist, gripping my thighs. “I am definitely not saying no.” He kisses me long and hard then. I'm automatically in a better mood and it's all because of Harry.
That's when I realized that Kyle didn't matter anymore. Even if that was him on the street, he means nothing and I refuse to let him get to me any longer.
I have Harry now. And really, what's better than Harry?

Notes

Hello everyone! sorry it took so long to update./: i probably wont be updating again until this weekend, but stick with me! i just moved to a new city, so im a bit busy with job hunting, exploring, and writing a research paper for my summer college class.
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