Climbing into the limo with everyone else, I'm beginning to feel a little tired. Being in the spotlight is exhausting, as ungrateful as that sounds. Thankfully, I have yet to trip thanks to the guys always being near. As stealthy as I may be in combat, I can't walk for shit in heels.
“Hell yeah! I'm ready to party!” Niall exclaims excitedly, already a bit tipsy. Zayn, Louis, and Liam all cheer with him as I sigh but smile at them. I allow myself to sink into my seat, willing my body to relax. “How are you doing?” Harry says to me quietly. Somehow we keep ending up by each other tonight.
“My cheeks hurt from smiling so much,” I tell him while massaging them. He chuckles at me, “You'll get used to it.” I can't help but pout and the others notice my sour mood. “Why so glum, chum?” Louis asks me. I shrug, “Just tired is all.”
“We need to get some alcohol in you! After parties with me are a blast.” Niall tells me, grinning widely. I roll my eyes but agree anyway, “Okay, Niall. You'll just have to show me how to have fun then.” It has been a while since I've had a decent night out, besides the night at the club when I first met Harry. Speaking of, it's excruciating to be just friends with him, especially when he looks this good and has been making me laugh and more comfortable all night. The other boys are used to all the attention by now and they seemingly don't give a rats ass about impressing anyone, except for Harry. I can tell he's still a tad shy in front of the cameras and constantly worries about being in the tabloids, so I'm sure he knows what I'm feeling right now.
When we arrive at the after party, of course there are more flashing cameras waiting for us outside. I take a deep breath before stepping out of the limo behind Harry. He hooked his arm through mine so I wouldn't trip, but all of a sudden the paparazzi swarms around us and I feel Harry ripped out of my grasp.
“Max! Max! Are you and Harry dating? Why are you living with the boys?”
“Over here, Max!”
I was so overwhelmed with the blinding lights and my named being yelled that when I would normally push through the fuckers, I found myself frozen, which never happens. I ducked my head, trying to make my eyes stop seeing blind spots so I could find any of the boys to help me. All these bright lights remind me of the car lights in my nightmares, I'm powerless against them. A moment later, someone grabs my hand and pulls me inside and to an empty room off to the side, and I can finally breathe. I look at my savior, of course it would be Harry. He's running his hands through his hair and leaning up against the door.
“Jesus Christ, what happened?” I ask him when I trust my voice won't shake. “The barrier broke and their weren't enough guards to keep it under control.” Harry tells me. I'm suddenly very angry with myself, I should have been able to do more than just stand there like a pussy. “Thanks for coming back for me, Harry. Some bodyguard I am.” I sit on the small brown leather couch and finally get a look at my surroundings; we're in a small office and I can hear the party going on in the other part of the house. I'm very disappointed in myself.
“Max, you're new and you're still learning, plus you weren't even on duty tonight. It's not a big deal and it can get pretty intimidating. I hate the paps, they are sneaky bastards with no sense of privacy, but you can't let them get to you.” Harry pep talks me, which admittedly does make me feel better, but also makes me even more mad at myself.
“Are you okay?” I ask him after realizing how selfish I'm being. I suck.
“I'm fine, love. Let's go join the others, yeah?” I hesitate to answer, I honestly just want to go back to the house and cuddle under my blankets. Harry knows I'm pondering what to do so he tries one last attempt at convincing me, “Niall is really looking forward to making you have fun tonight, don't let him down.” He nudges me and gives me a small smile. I smile back in defeat and nudge him back, “Thanks Harry.”
“Anytime, now lets go get drunk.”

~Later~
I'm glad that Harry convinced me to stay because I'm having a great time. Niall stayed true to his word and his new nickname is Mr. Fun. If there are cameras here, I don't notice and I don't care, but that might just be because I'm drunk. It's nearing two in the morning and the party is still going strong. I've met some cool people that I probably won't remember tomorrow, but that won't matter anyway. Even though the party is still going strong, doesn't mean I am. These heels are killing my feet and it's only a matter of time before I drunkenly trip. I'm ready to leave, but the guys are having too much fun yet. I'm sitting at the bar to give my feet a break when Harry joins me.
“Having fun?” he asks me. I nod, “Yes, I'm happy I stayed. Are you having fun?” He smiles, “Yeah, but I'm ready to go home.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all, lets tell the lads bye first.” He says. I agree and after five minutes of them trying to convince us to stay, we leave. There were still paps outside but not nearly as many as earlier so it was no big deal. Harry and I just talk about random things, taking shots here and there, on the ride back to the house. It's so easy to talk to him now that we're actually friends. When we arrive, the house is pitch black indicating that nobody is home, including Jackson.
As soon as we step through the door, I kick my heels off and groan in pleasure, “Oh my God, my poor feet. I'm never wearing heels again.” I hear Harry chuckling at me from the kitchen before he calls out, “Do you want a beer?” I tell him yes and to meet me in the back. I absolutely love this house and am thankful to be living in such a beautiful place. I make my way down to the pool and sit on the edge with my feet dangling in. Harry joins me momentarily, handing me a beer.
We sit there in comfortable silence for a good ten minutes before I break it, “Tell me about yourself, Harry.”
“What is there to tell that you haven't already read on the internet?” he scoffs bitterly. I frown, “I don't want to get to know Harry Styles through the internet, I want him to tell me himself. But if you don't want to, that's fine.” I take a long swig of my beer. Harry sighs, “Sorry, they just really pissed me off tonight.”
“It's okay. How about we play 20 questions?” I suggest. He nods, “Alright. You first.”
“Any siblings?”
“One, older sister Gemma. Is Cassie your only sibling?” I'm a little surprised, and impressed, that he remembered her name after me only talking about her once. “Yes. Favorite sport?”
“Football.”
“Our football or your football?” I ask him, giggling. He smiles, “My football, your soccer.”
“Gotcha.”
“Have you ever been in love?” Harry asks me suddenly.
I take another large drink of my beer, “Jumping right into the deep questions, I see.” He just stares at me, waiting. I sigh, “I thought I was, turns out I don't have a damn clue what love is.” I shake my head in remembrance of Caleb, the person who helped me ruin my life.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked.” Harry apologizes once he sees how upset it makes me. I brush it off, “Don't worry about it. What about you? Have you ever been in love?” He shakes his head no, “I have not. Favorite food?” Easy question. “Shrimp. Do you have a girlfriend?” I blurt out. That's not what I was planning on asking next, but my tongue is feeling a little loose. I take another drink of my beer in embarrassment.
“You asked me that when I first met you.” he answers.
I shrug, “It could have changed since then.” He just smiles and shakes his head, “I'm still single.” I can't help but smile at that fact. I should probably go to bed before my drunk mouth decides to spill secrets. However, I can't bring myself to leave the handsome curly-headed boy sitting next to me.
“Do you regret sleeping together now that you have this job?” He asks me, avoiding eye contact. Damn. Wasn't expecting that one. I inhale deeply. I should lie to make things easier between us, but looking at his beautiful face and body, I can't bring myself to say the words.
“No, Harry. I don't regret a thing.” I tell him truthfully. I keep my head down as I ask the next question, “Do you?” He scoffs, “Hell no.” I look at him for his blunt answer and find him smirking at me while biting his lip, his eyes trailing up and down my body, making my cheeks flush. I finish my beer and decide to actually go to bed this time. It's getting too hard to be around Harry when I'm drunk and he's irresistible. I stand suddenly, “Well, I'm going to bed.”
He stands with me, confused. “Watch a film with me?” He asks me, instead of questioning my sudden urgency to get away from him. I shouldn't, I really shouldn't do it, but he's too adorable to say no to. And its only a movie. “Fine, you pick the movie while I change.” We begin walking back to the house. “I quite like that dress.” Harry flirts. I'm glad he can't see my blush since I'm walking in front of him. “Thank you.”
Once we reach the staircase, I expected Harry to stop following me and go into the living room, but instead he continues behind me. “What are you doing?” I ask him while climbing the stairs. “I'm changing too.” He says. I reply to him with a grin and fail miserably at a British accent, “I quite like your outfit.” He busts up laughing, “You really need to work on that.” I laugh with him.
We stop at my bedroom door, “I'll be right down.” I put my hand on the doorknob, but stop when Harry takes my other hand in his. I turn around to look at him, “Yes, Harry?” He looks incredibly nervous. “Uhh...I just...” He sighs and rubs the back of his neck nervously. “I really want to kiss you, Max.”
I gulp and take a step back from him only to back into my door when he takes another step forward.
Stop, Harry. Stop right there. Please, don't come any closer.
Those are the words I should be saying to him right now, but my mouth won't obey. Seems like I'm not doing a lot of things I should tonight. Harry puts one hand gently on my waist and tucks my hair behind my ear with the other. All I can do is try to control my breathing, it's hard to concentrate when he's touching me. “Uhm...” Is all I can manage to say.
“I want to kiss you all the time and its really fucking annoying because you just want to be friends, which I get, but goddamn it, you are so fucking gorgeous, Max.” His chest is just barely touching my own, but I can feel his breath on my face, and his heart beating rapidly. If I can feel his then he can surely feel mine. His normally bright green eyes are dark with lust and I'm completely lost in them. How am I supposed to say no to him? Every fiber of my being is telling me to kiss him, fuck him. Everything except my brain which is telling me what a bad idea this is and how unprofessional.
Harry's leaning in for my lips slowly, giving me time to say no if I want to. The whole problem is that I want to. I could blame it on the alcohol, but I'd just be lying to myself. I want Harry and here he is, telling me I'm gorgeous and he wants to kiss me. So what am I waiting for?
I crash my lips onto his in a passionate kiss, it reminds me of the one we shared at the beach. I didn't want to stop then, either. Will I ever stop wanting him?
Harry crushes me against the door, pressing his body against mine tightly. Breaking away from the kiss, Harry puts his forehead against mine and I can't help but whisper, “We shouldn't be doing this.” He squeezes my waist, “I know.” He waits for me to make the next call since it is my job on the line here. Maybe if I was sober, just maybe, then I would have the strength to say no to Harry. But I'm not sober and I want him. I jump and wrap my legs around his torso, his hands holding me up by my ass now.
“Take me to your room and fuck me, Harry.” I tell him with my voice shaking. I don't think I've ever said that before. He smirks and kisses me while carrying me to his room. He slams me roughly against his wall and I moan, I'm already wet for him. I can feel his bulge growing as our tongues do a dance. I quickly take his shirt off and throw it across the room as he kisses my neck. I rub against him and he groans, “Fuck.” Such a turn on.
He lets me drop from his waist so he can take his pants off, then he slips off my dress leaving me in my matching black lace undergarments. His eyes trail my body hungrily as he takes his bottom lip between his bright white teeth. Doesn't he know what that does to me?!
I push him back onto his bed, he's surprised but quickly grins, liking this side of me. I straddle him and kiss his lips once before trailing my lips down his jaw to his neck, leaving a couple hickeys and earning a few moans from Harry. I kiss his chest tattoos, I've missed them and his extra nipples. I kiss down his entire torso all he way down to his boxers before taking them off, letting his dick spring free. I don't dare look up at him, I already know he's watching me.
I take his shaft in my hand and he hisses at the contact. I pump a couple times before, without warning, taking him fully in my mouth. “Max, oh fuck.” He moans and bucks his hips, tangling his hands in my hair. I work my magic before he pulls me up roughly and flips me over. Harry skips my neck completely and goes straight for my tits, practically ripping off my bra and sucking and massaging them, creating whimpers from me. He kisses down my stomach like I did to him before and he literally rips my underwear and tosses them to the side. “Harry,” I moan softly. He enters two fingers into my already dripping wet sex and pumps in and out fast. I grip the sheets in my hand, suppressing a moan.
Then, out of nowhere, he forces my legs wide open and begins eating me out. Oh, dear God. He is too good at this. I start to feel the familiar pull in my stomach and try to warn Harry, “I'm gonna-oh, Harry!” It's a good thing nobody is home, we're being extremely loud. When I'm almost over the edge, Harry suddenly stops. I lift my head to look at him and as soon as our eyes meet, he thrusts into me hard, making me cum instantly all over his cock and I cry out in pleasure.
He chuckles and kisses me while I tremble through my orgasm. Harry slams into me again and again, making me buck my hips so he can go as deep as possible. He pulls all the way out of me to put my legs on his shoulders and enters me slowly, making me feel every beautiful inch of him, before pulling all the way out again and slamming all the way back in. I nearly scream his name, scratching my nails down his back hard and he groans, now pumping in and out of me in a fast and hard rhythm. A couple minutes later, I'm having my second orgasm and Harry spills his load into me. I let my legs drop to the sides as he collapses on top of me, burying his face into my neck, still inside me.

It takes a good three minutes before we even have the strength to move. We don't say a word to each other, he just rolls to the side and pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me. I don't even think I can regret this in the morning, it was that good. Maybe I should reconsider this friends with benefits thing...

Notes

okay so im really sorry that this sucks, they are gonna start actually doing some fun things soon but i really want to focus on Harry and Max's complicated relationship first, but i promise it will get better soon. (:
thank you all so much for subscribing and voting! when i get to 60 subscribers i shall update again. :3