The Misfits

“I don’t think he suspected anything,” Harry said as we walked down the sidewalk. After lunch with my father Harry and I had decided to walk down the street and get ice cream.

“If he did then he’s a better liar than we are,” I agreed.

“We’re safe!” Harry laughed, nudging my shoulder. “But, I do think we need to tell him soon.”

I let out a sigh. “I know I just…I’ve never brought a guy home before, I’ve never had to have that conversation.”

“It’s not that hard it’s actually pretty easy.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah! Watch…I’ll be Pauley.” Harry turned so he was walking backwards and cleared his throat. “Lia, is der anythin you’d like ter tell me?”

I bit back a laugh before turning to Harry with a serious face, “Well dad, I thought it was time for you to know that I have caught One Direction fever and I am now madly in love with Harry Styles. I would like your blessing to have hot, steamy se—”

“Thalia!” Harry yelled before clapping a hand over my mouth. I burst into a fit of giggles; laughing so hard I was in stitches. “I don’t think that’s the way to go about it.”

“No?” I asked, wiping tears from my eyes. “I thought I did pretty well.”

He shook his head at me but failed to keep the smile from his face as he opened the door for me. I jumped as we stepped in the ice cream parlor for we had been met with screams from a few young female customers. As we made our way up to the counter I wondered if this is what animals felt like in the zoo. It was hard to ignore the near dozen pairs of teenage eyes were watching us, observing us. How did the boys deal with this all the time?

“Hello!” Harry said excitedly to the star-struck girl at the register. “How are you today love?”

“G-good,” She breathed. She was staring at him open-mouthed and I had to give Harry credit for he continued talking as if this was a completely normal reaction – which, now that I think about it, this just might be. After receiving our ice cream some of the girls in the store had worked up enough courage to come talk to him.

They were standing a few feet away from us as though there was some force field around us that prevented them from getting closer. They looked too be a little younger than me and it was clear they were fans. I frowned when noticing one of them looked quite pale.

“Hi Harry,” they stammered nervously.

"Hello ladies. How are you?" Harry asked, giving them a smile.

"Good! How are you?" They asked anxiously. I was doing my best to act normal, but knew I was failing miserably. It was so funny to me how both terrified and bewitched they were by him.

"I’m great thanks for asking! I’m really excited for this ice cream." He replied. He shot me a grin before turning his attention back to the girls. "Are you from around here?”

All three nodded their heads while one answered, "Yeah, we just live a few streets over.”

"Oh so this is like the local hot spot?" Cried Harry. They burst into giggles as he turned excitedly to me. “We chose good Thalia.”

I merely laughed in response, not wanting to take up too much of his attention. Whenever we were in public, Harry was careful not to engage in too much contact. If we were caught holding hands or making googly eyes at each other he would be under immediate fire from the media. Even going out like this to get ice cream had been risky.

“So which is the best flavor?” Harry asked, turning his attention back to the girls.

They immediately cried out their answers and I couldn’t help but giggle at Harry’s expression to having unknowingly chosen the best one. One of the girls plucked up enough courage and stepped forward. "Can we get a picture with you Harry?"

"Of course!"

Two of them practically ran over while the third hung back looking like she was about to pass out. I frowned, now very concerned.

"Hey are you okay?" I asked. I took her gently by the shoulder to keep her steady.

"Yeah. I just..." She trailed off as she stared at Harry. She seemed to have forgotten how to breathe in his presence. I began lightly rubbing her back while Harry shot a nervous glance in our direction.

"Deep breaths babe," I smiled. "Don't be nervous, he's not that cool. He's actually a bit of a dork, but you probably knew that didn't you?"

"Hey! I heard that Tootles!" Cried Harry. The girl and I broke into giggles and I was relieved to see some sort of color returning to her face. Harry walked over and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. “Don’t you dare listen to her love. Yeah? You alright?”

She nodded and I quickly offered to take their picture. Within minutes I became the photographer for the other girls coming up to talk to Harry. I didn’t mind though, I knew how important this was to all of them – Harry included.

We continued to chat with them as we ate our ice cream. A few of the other customers came to talk to us as well and it was nearly an hour before we got out of the small shop. Before leaving, Harry had been sure to give them one more hug each before taking my hand and leading me out the front door.

"That was so weird!" I laughed once we were outside.

“Come on, we better get out of here before we create a scene,” he said, leading me to his car.

Once in the car we drove in silence for a few moments before I turned to him with a frown. He was sitting quietly, drumming his fingers lightly against the steering wheel. Something wasn’t right. “Spill it.”

“What?”

“Harry I can hear your brain thinking right now. Spill it.”

“I’m sorry about that,” he said with a sigh.

I frowned.

“What? Your fans?” When he didn’t respond I took his hand in mine and said, “Harry I love meeting your fans, and I love how much you love meeting your fans. Don’t ever apologize for that.”

“I promised I would spend the day with you.”

“And that’s exactly what you’re doing,” I laughed. “As much as I want you to myself I know how to share.”

He lifted our hands and gave mine a kiss. “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?”

“You can stand to mention it more,” I smirked. He let out a laugh as his phone began ringing. He reached for it however I beat him to it. While attempting to fend him off with one hand I answered, “Thalia the amazing, how may I help you?”

“Oh look it’s Molly!” Cried Louis on the other end. I rolled my eyes at his nickname. This was becoming a thing and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. “Where’s Harold?”

“Driving. Would you like me to take a message?” I asked, flinching as Harry pinched my side. I shot him a glare that only caused him to laugh harder.

“Just put Harry on,” replied Louis.

“No he’s driving.” I said, smacking Harry’s hand away. Thankfully the light turned green and he resorted to shooting me glances instead.

“Stubborn are we?” Laughed Louis. “That’s alright. Tell Haz I’ll call him later.”

“What, I’m not good enough to talk to Lou?”

“Of course you are love. This is tour stuff though…very boring.”

I let out a sigh. “Okay…”

“Hey, remember what we talked about?” He asked.

“Yes.” I most certainly remembered what he had said about giving Harry a good fuck before he left for tour again. “You know I hate you right?”

“LOVE YOU TOO BYE!” And with that he hung up. I turned back to Harry. He was staring at me with an eyebrow raised.

“His majesty is impossible.”

Instead of giving a reply Harry burst into a fit of laughter.

-

“I don’t want to leave.” Harry said for what had to be the hundredth time.

“Harry—”

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” He said, tugging gently at my shirt and giving me his best puppy eyes.

“We’ve seen each other nearly everyday for the past week!” I laughed.

It had been half an hour since we had gotten back to my flat and locked ourselves in my room. Harry was now lying on my bed with an arm propped underneath his head, effectively accentuating his bicep. I sat straddling him with my laptop placed on his stomach in an attempt to get some homework done today.

“I didn’t see you yesterday.” He pouted.

“I said nearly everyday,” I corrected. He was silent for a moment before he shut the laptop and put it on the floor. “Harry!”

“Oh come on,” he said, sitting up and taking my hands in his. “It’s my last day…don’t you think I’m more important than homework?”

It was beginning to sink in that he was actually leaving. Again. In reality my homework was just a distraction from the fact that this was my last day with Harry. I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as I heard him say, “This is getting harder each time.”

“Yeah you suck.”

I felt his chest vibrate as he let out a laugh before pulling me into a kiss. “You’re going to come visit right?”

“I’ll try.”

“Try hard.”

“I will.”

“Good.” He kissed my nose. “Cause it would really suck to go nearly three months without you in my bed.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “You cheeky little—”

He cut me off with another kiss before resting his forehead on mine. We still hadn’t slept together since he left, and I was beginning to regret chickening out this morning. He was right, three months was going to be too long.

“I should get going soon.” He whispered.

“Mhm.”

But neither of us moved. He was drawing circles on my skin again. I briefly wondered if he knew how much that drove me crazy. My hands were wrapped around his shoulders and I gently played with his hair as we stared at each other.

“I don’t want to leave.”

“You should though.” I whispered. “Before I don’t let you leave.”

He pulled me into a deep kiss, grabbing my bum and pulling me closer to him. My hand moved to the hem of his shirt and I quickly pulled it over his head. He gave me a wicked little grin.

“What are you going to do?” he challenged. “Tie me up?”

I leaned forward, brushing my nose lightly against his before whispering, “I might have to.”

He blinked in surprise before a crooked smile appeared on his face as he giggled, “Ooh kinky.”

I wiggled my eyebrows at him mischievously before pushing him back down against the bed. He didn’t protest.

“Maybe I’ll have my reward now…what do you think?”

His breathing quickly grew heavy as lust filled his eyes. The fact that I was turning him on turned me on.

“Let’s see…” I said, walking my fingers up his bare chest. “I wonder what I can do to make you stay?”

“You can start by getting rid of this.” He tugged gently at my shirt. “I remember someone telling me they believed in equality.”

I let out a laugh at his words, remembering how the first time we had sex was all because I refused to wear a shirt to bed. I bit my lip before slowly stripping, leaving me in only my bra and leggings. He visibly tensed and I couldn’t’ help up but smile in triumph.

“You’re killing me Thalia.” He groaned. “How the hell am I supposed to go three months without you?”

“I thought when two people are topless in a room they do more than talk Styles?”

Then his lips were on mine, soft and sweet. My hands instinctively moved to his hair as he pulled me closer and the space between our bodies disappeared. The kisses grew hungrier and he quickly flipped us around so he was on top. My pants were gone within seconds and our kisses grew more passionate.

His touch was electricity on my skin as he glided his hand down to my panties. His fingers looped around the seams only to slowly pull them down. I kicked them off the rest of the way as he removed his boxers. We continued to make out and I ended up back on top.

“Louis told me you were a little cranky last time because you didn’t get a good fuck in.” I said breathlessly. As he was watching me and a small smile appearing on his face as he scanned my body. I leaned down, grinding my hips against his and whispering, “Maybe this will satisfy your need.”

He let out a moan and pulled me into a deep kiss. Then he was on top again, pinning me down. The light streamed through the cracks in the drapes, illuminating his perfect body. I felt his knee separating my legs as his hand worked my breast, his body slowly to lowering to meet mine.

“I will always need you.” He whispered, gently grinding against my core.

My breath hitched in my throat. He moved up to kiss me, simultaneously entering me slowly. I let out a moan in his lips as he set a steady pace and making sure I feel every inch of him. Our kisses were hungry now. I arched my back and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him close and allowing him deeper access. He began to speed up and I met his thrusts hungrily. My hands found his hair, gently fisting his curls and causing him to let out a moan.

“Fuck Thalia.”

“Don’t stop,” I moaned. He kissed me harder as he thrust again and again. It felt amazing. I felt the familiar build up in my core; this boy was driving me insane. “Har-Harry.”

His hand moved down to my clit, rubbing it mercilessly. That was enough to send me over the edge. He came shortly after and together we rode our high before collapsing onto the sheets.
Harry gave me a light kiss as our breathing slowly returned to normal. “You just made it a million times harder to leave.”

“Mission accomplished,” I giggled. He pinched my side before taking a deep breath.

“What time is it?”

“Not time for you to leave.”

He shot me a look before reaching for his watch and cursing. We began to redress, though that was made difficult by the constant kisses. Eventually we headed down the ladder and down to the front door.

Maeve, Mackenzie and Elaine were all sitting in the living room as we entered. Harry and I quickly exchanged a panicked look, both of us praying they hadn’t heard anything. After giving hugs to each of them we stepped outside to give each other a private goodbye.

“Oh I hope they didn’t heat that,” I laughed, covering my face with my hands. He gave me a smile before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss. We stood there for a moment in each other’s arms, neither of us wanting to let go.

“I should go,” he whispered after a minute.

“Probably.” But I only hugged him tighter. “Drive safe.”

“I’ll call you.”

“That’s not safe.”

“On speaker,” he laughed. I felt his hands slide down my waist and onto my bum, pulling me even closer. “Okay, I’m leaving now.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious.”

“Yep.” But he didn’t move so I kissed him again.

“Damn it Thalia.”

I giggled at his predicament before saying, “Goodbye Harry.”

“I’ll see you when you come visit.”

I didn’t respond but gave him another kiss, letting my lips linger on his. And as he descended back down the stairs my heart physically hurt. What the hell was this boy doing to me?

Notes

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