Friend or Foe

I stare at him terror, what was he
doing here? Harry eyes me up and down
and smiles at the view, he liked
it. I lean against the dresser and try to
catch my breath.

“What are you doing here?” I ask in
horror.

This was my first time meeting Harry
Styles and it wasn’t going well, he was
acting as if he knew me his whole life.

“I just wanted to chat with you,” Harry said
and walked forward, towards me
licking his pink lips.

He was standing in front of me and I
had to look up, he was so tall.

“Even for a little person,” Harry begins
to speak and bends his face towards
mine. “You’re sexy.”

He brings his mouth to mine and his
hands came to my hips as I wobbled a
little in my high heels. Harry’s scent
filled my nostrils and something
else... something sweet and it was
intoxicating. Harry put pressure
on the back of my neck, he urged his
on mine, and I found softness and
heat, the tang of champagne melting
into the intimate taste of him.

One of his hands travelled up my
spine, coaxing out a shiver, a sweet
shock, as the warmth of his palm met
my bare skin. I felt the strength of his
hand mixed with gentleness as it
closed over my nape and tilted my
head back. His mouth barely touched
mine and I made a little sound at the
brush of his lips and I kept my face
upturned, straining for more. I felt a lush
dizzying pressure as he opened my
mouth with his. He reached deeper,
his tongue finding ticklish places that
drew a shivering laugh from my throat.

I tried to pull away but it felt so good.
His mouth was slow and searching,
the kisses hard at first, then softening
giving out its own heat. The pleasure
thickened, hard flushes rising from me,
bringing me desire. I wasn’t aware of
moving backward, but I felt the frame
of the dresser against me. Harry lifted
me with ease on the
dresser and his mouth found mine
again, longer and deeper while I tried
to catch his tongue. I wanted to lie
back on the dresser giving him
unlimited access; he could to
whatever he wanted to. Something
had been cut loose in me. I felt excited,
drunk, and loving how Harry was
losing control with me. Harry’s breath
came out in ragged pants and puffs and his
hands were gripping my body.

Harry kissed my throat, his lips
stroking the throb of my pulse.

Panting, I slid my hands to his hair, so
soft, thick, and curly; layers of heavy
silk in my palms. My wrist was caught
in his powerful hand and his mouth
dragged softly over the insides of my
fingers. Harry opened his eyes and my
breath quickened as he spoke. It was
so smokey, husky and deep, I swear it
was the voice of the devil.

“At the moment, right now I wish to
I was your boyfriend.”

Harry sounded rueful and his hands
went to the nape of my neck and
pressed it gently, relieving the cramp
in my neck.

“I…”

I couldn’t speak, his green eyes were
so piercing, I felt intimidated by him.

“Can I move?” I ask.

“Sure boss,” Harry spoke with a smile
and easily set me down from the
dresser, steadying my balance with his
hands.

My heart was pounding violently. “I’ve
never done anything like this before…
should I pass out or—“

“I’d really rather you didn’t,” Harry
said.

“I really don’t want anyone knowing
about this. I wish I didn’t know about
this. I wish I could undo this.”

Harry made a quiet sound of
amusement. “It’s okay,” he said easing
me closer. His body was so comforting
that I couldn’t bring myself to push
him away.

“No harm done,” Harry assured me.

“You won’t tell anyone?” I asked. It
sounded like as if I came to the room
and kissed Harry, not the other way
around.

“Of course not, if one of your brothers
found out, they’d kick my ass.”

I nodded, he was so very right. My
brothers would leave him black and
blue or a trip to the ER. Even through
the layers of Harry’s tux, I could feel his
defined chest, so hard.

“I don’t regret kissing you,” Harry
spoke up and looked down at me with
a hint of a smirk. “But for you…I’m
trouble.”

We were both silent, caught in a half
embrace as if every second a
forbidden chain formed around us.
The part of my brain that was still
functioning told me to pull apart from
Harry but I simply couldn’t. I was
paralyzed. Even with all the noise
outside, I felt in a faraway place with
him.

“I have a boyfriend,” I speak up hoping
that Harry would leave and then my
guilt could swallow me alive.

Harry chuckles instead, one of his
hands comes up to my face, fingertips
exploring the curve of my cheek. The
tip of his finger found the outside
of my ear and traced it deliberately. I
found myself closing my eyes. I can’t
do this, I thought as he pulled me
closer, his hands tucking my hips into
his. My head felt heavy, tipping back as
Harry nuzzled into the spot
beneath my jaw. I had always thought
that I was pretty good at resisting
temptation. But this was the first time I
felt serious lust and I wasn’t equipped
to handle it. Harry traced on my straps
that held the dress up and my
stomach gave an unexpected leap.

“You should leave,” I mumble.

Harry smiles against my skin. “You’d
rather hang out with your own kind?” I
gasped as Harry’s lips kissed my
shoulders. “Because I’m a Styles,
right?”

Not because he was a Styles, he was
something more. Harry had the
reputation of being a womanizer plus
our family despised each other but
right now my hate was melted to
something else. My hands were on
Harry’s chest and I felt the smoothness
of his tux.

“Armani?” I question.

“Even the Styles dress up sometimes,”
he chuckled.

“Especially Harry Styles, right?” I am
amused.

Harry braced his hands on either side of
me, lightly gripping the edge of the
dresser. “What is the table for in the
wine cellar?”

I lean back a bit, hoping to keep a
crucial distance between us.

“The tasting table?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

“It’s for uncorking and decanting.”

“How do you do it?” He asked,
sounding so curious.

I stare at him. “You hold the glass by
the stem, and you stick your nose right
into the bowl and breathe in the
scent.”

“That’s a lot of nose,” Harry replies.

His warm lips slide over the heel of my
hand. “So after you smell wine, you
spit it out in a bucket, right?”

“I’d rather swallow then spit,” I
answered.

As I caught the double meaning of the
words, I looked and flushed, 100%
sure Harry saw it. I took a peek up at
him and he smirked down at me.
“Thanks for the pointers.”

I looked down, “You're welcome. You
should go, you first.”

“Okay.”

But neither one of us moved.

And then Harry’s hand found my hips,
skimming upward, he’s finger brushing
the dress fabric. The sound of Harry’s
breathing was electrifying. His hands
stopped at my face, cupping my face
with such tender and gentleness, his
mouth finding mine. All hot, silk, and
sweet. The kiss was meant to be
gentle but I felt something raw about
it, by the time he pulled apart, my
nerves we stung and alive. A whimper
escaped from me, I couldn’t control
myself.

I grabbed Harry’s wrist, so I won’t
topple over. My knees were shot and
trembling, I felt explosive. Harry
moved his mouth to my ear, and I felt
the heat of his breath.

“Listen love,” Harry whispered
breathless. “There are only a couple of
times in my life when something felt
so good, meaning girls. I don’t give a
damn about consequences.”

His lips grazed over my forehead,
nose, and eyelids.

“You go tell your boyfriend that you
aren’t feeling well, and come with me.
Right now. We’ll go somewhere and
watch the sunrise over the bay.”

I was amazed, no boy ever gave me an
offer like that and this was Harry
Styles.

“I cant, that’s crazy.”

Harry’s lips caught mine in a gentle lip
bite kiss.

“Maybe its crazy not to.”

I squirmed and pushed him back until
I kept a reasonable distance between
us, sense was coming back to me. “I
have a boyfriend,” I say shakily. And if
he found out, I’d die. “I… just go.”

“Don’t apologize, at least not for that.”
Harry said and came closer to me.
“What you should be really sorry for is
that for the rest of my life, I’ll have to
avoid bridal rooms.”

“Why?” I ask, ashamed. “Was kissing me
that bad?”

A devil whisper. “No love, it was that
good.”

And Harry left while I leaned
back on the dresser in a wobbled
balance.

Notes