Violet

I cannot believe I had agreed this.

It had been about 3 days since the incident in the after party, the guys and I had decided to work on the outfits one by one and somehow I ended up agreeing to going to Harry's house. I wanted to keep this all business but knowing Harry there had to be some twisted turn of events.

Before I had even rung the doorbell the door had already opened revealing Harry with the smirk I knew all too well.

I walked into his house as he led me into his living room, I sat down on his couch and dropped my bag next to me. Taking out all of my supplies, I noticed that Harry was staring at me. I tried to ignore it and pretend I don't see it but the redness in my cheeks say otherwise.

“Right, so let's get down to business. Since your measurements have already been taken I just need to know what you like so we can get started on the outfit.” I started to take out fabric samples when Harry gave me a hot cup of coffee in my favorite flavor.

“How'd you know I like vanilla?” I asked as I took a sip of it, the hot beverage filled my mouth with the sweetness that I had missed.

“Your kitchen had a coffee machine and your choices only included vanilla and hazelnut.” He smiled.

“Well thanks for remembering. Anyways, how does leather sound?”

He took my scratch pad from me and started drawing something on it, “Sounds great, I was thinking leather on the folds of my suit and the rest is just all black in cotton. You could add some color here and there but I love to keep it simple, I'm not really a fashionista so I don't know how to do this stuff.”

“That is an amazing idea.” I was surprised that my voice was so calm, my coffee had gotten significantly colder so I asked him if I could reheat it.

“Of course.” He replied looking up from the scratchpad.

His kitchen was big for someone who lives by himself, next to the microwave was many protein shakes and fruits. The granite counters shined as I passed by them, I put the coffee in the microwave and set it to one minute.

The minute seemed long as I lingered around in the kitchen, I opened some shelves and noticed many spices and ingredients you could use for many different food recipes. He must love to cook. The microwave started beeping the moment I had closed a shelf.

Once I had returned to the living room, Harry looked very focused as he started to think of any other things to add to his suit. His head shot up when I places my coffee down on the table, for a long moment we just stared at each other. I noticed that his eyes looked very tired, he must've been very busy these past few days. I sat down next to him and studied what he had drawn and wrote on my scratch pad. His ideas for the outfit were amazing and perfect.

“Harry, these are great ideas. I can't believe you came up with this.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?” I laughed at his reply and took the scratchpad from his hand.

I looked up from my scratchpad and caught him staring at me. He was biting his bottom lip and his eyes looked different, a darker shade of green.

“I can't help it.” Those were his final words before his lips had crashed onto mine, it took me a moment to realize what he just did before I started kissing back.

His lips were as soft as they were that night, this time it just doesn't have an alcoholic taste. His hands wrapped around my neck, as he pressed his lips harder to mine.

His tongue had not entered since I haven't given him permission and I was still wondering if I should. He grabbed my bum and made me gasped my mouth open and gave him the advantage to enter his tongue. It wasn't like I had expected it to be, he explored every inch of my mouth gently.

His hands roamed my chest as he pulled up the sweater I was wearing, his kisses have now travelled down to my neck and gave me love bites. He found my sweet spot when I suddenly felt hands on my bare chest, my sweater was pulled up right below my breasts and my bra was barely showing.

I moaned as he kept sucking on my sweet spot right above my collar bone. He stopped kissing me and pulled my sweater completely off revealing my red lace bra.

“Shit,” His eyes were different, they weren't the same bright green earlier. They were the lust-filled green eyes that I saw that first night.

His hands roamed my back and finally unclasped my bra, it was freezing cold outside but his body was now my blanket as he lay over me. He wrapped my legs around his waist when I finally got the message he wanted to go to his room. He sat us up and got off the couch as I laid kisses on his neck, he led us to the stairs when I pulled away to make sure we didn't bump into anything. He opened the door to his bedroom and threw me into his bed, his sheet were soft and a rich shade of blue.

I realized that he was still fully dressed as I dig my nails into his back, I ripped his button-down shirt and quickly threw it to the floor.

“I was planning on wearing that again.” He smiled into the kiss.

“Plan ruined.” I unbuckled his belt and let out a moan as he climbed of the bed as he finished undressing for me. His member was visible through his black boxers as he took those off also, he growled and climbed back onto the bed and traced my thighs with his hands. I rubbed myself against him as a message of my desperation. He pushed in slowly to let me get used to it and gave me a kiss on the lips so I wouldn't scream.

My moans were loud and my nails were dug deep into the sheets when he pushed in and out of me. His speed was slow and steady, but my desperation had to change that. I flipped us over, so I was now straddling him, and guided his hands to my lower back. He moved me up and down as I let out a few moans and curse words under my breath.

He flipped us over again and wrapped my legs around his hips to let him go in deeper. He cussed every time he pushed in as I dug my nails into his back.

“Say my name.” His speed went faster when I didn't respond.

“Fuck, please don't stop.”

“That's not my name. Say it.” It was unbearable, way too good not to make any noise.

“Harry,” Moans followed what I had said as I leaned up to kiss his lips. He pushed me down and sucked on my neck, leaving me love bites.

“Louder.” He was going at a speed that I couldn't handle anymore, too much pleasure was in my body.

“Harry!” I let go when he had released over my chest and gave me a long, hard kiss.

Everything was silent, we stared at the ceiling and let the minutes pass.

But then I remembered Louis. I remembered his laugh, his eyes, his voice and him. I remembered how we talked and laugh about stupid little things during the fashion show. I wonder why I feel so wrong about this, about mine and Harry's weird relationship. But I don't know why I do, maybe it was because of Louis.

Maybe it's because I really do like his blue eyes and his laugh.

“You're thinking about him aren't you?” Harry's dark and raspy voice brought me out of my thoughts.

“No, no I'm just thinking about us.” It's not a lie, just half the truth.

“What about us?” We both sat up from our positions and put the blanket over our naked bodies.

“Well, what is this? Having sex and just forgetting about it, what are we?” I looked at him in the eye and noticed a small bruise on his lip, my fault.

“Honestly, I don't know. I don't want to stop it either,”

“I'd be lying if I told you I would want to stop it. So, what are we then? Friends with benefits?”

“Friends with benefits.” He agreed.

Did I regret this?

No.

Did I love the idea of this?

Hell, yeah.

Notes

Finally updated for you beautiful readers! Did you like it?

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~xx Juli