No Nonsense Chapter One
Sutton’s POV
I strum a few more chords and quickly wipe the sweat off my forehead. The arena was hot and sweaty; the hundreds of girls’ shouting deafening. I could hardly hear my own guitar which was hooked up to the loudest amp we had. In other words, the crowd was pretty damn loud.

“And let me kiss you!” Zayn sang for the fiftieth fucking time. You can’t blame me for hating this song, because honestly, I’ve heard it about 75642738472983902190387892478478472 too many times. As One Direction’s official guitarist you kind of want to shoot yourself in the face multiple times then drag your body across the Sahara Desert if you hear a One Direction song one more fucking time. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating but still. It really isn’t all that bad; I mean I work for the sexiest boy band in the world. Not that they actually talk to me, just the occasional glance or a deep, sexy “Hullo” at a sound check or something. My other band mates make fun of me when I attempt to actually talk to them, but a girl can dream.

Right now we were throwing one of the biggest concerts of this tour and my God, I was literally melting. Also, the fact that Harry had been eye-sexing me all night was not helping. By now, I didn’t even have to glance at my guitar to see if I was playing the right notes, seeing as how I’ve played this song 123456789876543567897654567 times. Since I didn’t need to look at my guitar, Harry had used that to his advantage to stare at me all night whilst adding sexual innuendos to the songs they were singing and pointing at me. My only question is: Can Harry Styles make the fact that he wants to “live while he’s young and get some” from me any more obvious?

I was thrown back into reality when Harry pointed at me (once again) and made another sexual innuendo (yet again). I had to admit though, this boy was an original. I mean, who is writing these songs and why isn’t Harry?
“Iiiii, I wanna take off, wanna take off all your clothesss, tonigggght,” Harry sang, doing his own personal rendition of Save You Tonight. Mr. Harry E. Styles, everyone. See what I mean about sexual innuendos? Im not complaining though, I'd be lying if I didn't enjoy it.

As you may have guessed, a lot of chicks in the crowd were all glares and scowls at me. Well, teehee, Fuck you bitch. Don’t get me wrong, I just absolutely fucking love Directioners (cough, sarcasm, cough). I hate them (teehee). You don’t know how many fucking times I’ve been hit by bras, carrots, lamp shades, spoons, phones, and a life-size poster of that really fucking annoying yet horrifying women from the Progressive commercials (Only once, don’t ask). Also, Directioners tend to have this frightening screech. And usually they're screaming for no reason.

The concert was over (not fast enough) and I was soon safe and sound from the Directioners on a couch in some random room. I’m not sure how I got there, hell, I don’t remember yesterday.
I was just innocently scrolling through Tumblr on my badly cracked and out of date Iphone when a wild Harry Styles suddenly appeared. I almost choked on the grape i was eating. Almost. Unfortunately, I didn't and now I had no way of getting out of this most definitely awkward confrontation. I've been avoiding Harry for a good two months now and that’s how I wanted it to stay. Harry was my biggest weakness. I'm such a sucker for those dimples and oh god, that hair. Memories of running my fingers through that hair and grasping those curls ran through my mind. No, Sutton! Willpower is key! Not again. Don’t let it happen.

The Harry mammal stalked the perimeter creeping ever so closer to the innocent Sutton Gazelle in her natural habitat. It appears that the Harry is about to pounce on its prey.
Whut.
I should really stop watching those National Geographic Documentaries while I fall asleep.

So, in synopsis, Harry pretty much just popped out of nowhere, looking sexy as fuck might I add, and a smirk grew on his beautiful face when he saw me. I glanced up from my phone and almost fell off the couch I was laying on. Then, my phone fell on my face and attacked me which sent me off the couch and kicking the bag of grapes in the process. All while Harry giggled like a teenage girl.
Well, fuck.
The first time Harry has acknowledged my presence since "that night" I make a fool of myself. I scowl at Harry and push myself up from the ground, brushing grapes off my bum. Harry was still giggling, that little bitch. It wasn’t even that funny. I throw a couple of grapes at him just because and he laughs some more. Bitch.

"Ha. Ha. So glad I could entertain you." I say in a monotone voice and cross my arms over my chest as I sit back down on the couch.

"Aww c’mon babe, it was pretty funny," Harry replies, sitting down very close next to me and nudging my shoulder with his elbow. My stomach flutters when he says “babe” but I pretend not to notice. His close proximity to me allowed me to smell his yummy cologne. I could practically get high of that stuff.

"What do you want, Harry?" I ask in a flat tone, not daring to meet his eyes. Instead I take great notice in the smudge on the wall. Wow, who knew that smudge was so interesting?

I hear Harry sigh beside me. "Sutton," Harry says in a soft voice.
"Oh congratulations. You remember my name. I feel so special," I say in a bitchy tone whilst glaring at the smudge. That fucking smudge. I hate that fucking smudge. Fucking smudge ignores me for two months then fucking laughs at me. Fucking fucker smudge. Oh wait. Maybe Harry was that smudge.

I can see Harry scowl out of my peripheral vision. "Sutton," Harry says again, but this time in a sort of scolding voice, "look at me."

Ha. No. I know that as soon as I look into Harry's green eyes I'll be sucked into that trap. Again. I refuse to look at him. Stare at the smudge, stare at the smudge I command to myself.

Unexpectedly, Harry grabs my chin and turns my face to look at his. Fuck, he's still beautiful. I was hoping to see that smudge.

Who am I kidding? Every time I'm even near Harry I have to force myself to look away. I fall asleep crying as I listen to Harry sing on the cd he gave me. It was pathetic. I was pathetic. I never even got over Harry. And I'm pretty sure I never will.

"Look, Sut, I know things between us haven’t been exactly…well…I-I. My fucking god, I'm stuttering," Harry says running a hand through his hair. I always loved it when he did that. "Sutton, um well," Harry tries to start again, but I can see he really doesn't know what to say. And neither do I. So I don't say anything at all.

"Fuck it," Harry says and kisses me. I respond almost immediately. It feels so natural. I wrap my arms around his neck and Harry’s hands go to my waist. Soon, the kiss gets deeper and Harry glides his tongue into my mouth. His hands go down to my hips now and he pulls me onto his lap so my legs are wrapped around his hips.

Someone must've taken over my body because before I knew it I was pushing Harry’s chest to make him lie down and he quickly complied. Usually it was Harry who took charge and I was the one surrendering.

The kiss had now turned into a make out and I couldn't stop myself. I slowly thrust my hips against Harrys and he moaned out in pleasure. I couldn't help smirking against his lips. I liked having this control over him. I did it again and his time Harry bucked his hips. I could feel him growing hard and I giggled against his lips.

"What?" Harry asks with one of his eyebrows cocked up.
"Hard already styles?" I say and cock an eyebrow of my own.
"Mm, you have no idea what you do to me Sut. No other girl can do that to me so fast. You're the one and only," he replies with a dimpled grin and a wink.

I can't resist that smile. I smash my lips onto his with need. Harry bucks his hips into mine and I can feel his bulge trying to release. It makes me feel better that I wasn’t the only one who missed this.
"S-Sutton, I need you," Harry says between breaths and I nod. It was happening. Again.

My hands go to the hem of his shirt and I tug it up. Harry lifts his arms up so I can pull it off with ease. Still fucking fit, I see. I can only hope it doesn't look like I gained weight from my comfort eating.
Harry pulls at my crop top and gives me a questioning look. I nod my head yes and he pulls it off quickly. My lips go back to his immediately. Harrys hands start unbuttoning my denim cut-offs and then I realize something. It was déjà vu. I couldn't let this happen again. I just couldn't. It would just cause me pain in the end.
I pull Harry’s hands away from me and Harry furrows his eyebrows at me. I shake my head. “I can’t. We can’t. Not again anyways. You know what happened last time; I could get fired for real this time.” I say to him and he sighs. Pulling himself up into a sitting position, Harry runs one hand through his hair. So fucking hot. I notice I’m still straddling him so I slip off, much to Harry’s chagrin. We sit on the couch awkwardly for a moment. Um. Is he gonna leave orrr…
“Soo…How’s life?” Harry asks and I laugh.
“Just dandy.” I reply and he chuckles, “I’m sure.”
“Since when has Sutton Baylor become responsible?”
“Since a certain Harry Styles almost fucked up her chance at making money.”
“Oh. Well. The boys and I are going clubbing….You wanna come?” He asks and wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“Oh as much fun as that sounds, I better not,” I reply with an apologetic smile.
“Aww, don’t be such a Debbie downer, Sut. I know you wanna partaaay.” He says and does a little dance wiggle thing. I laugh and roll my eyes at him.
“I can’t Harry, I have very pressing plans to attend to. My schedule is packed,” I say with a hint of sarcasm and now its Harry’s turn to roll his eyes.
Zayn suddenly pops into the room and yells, “BULLSHIT!” He must’ve heard me as he walked by. Damn that good-looking son of gun.“I know you don’t actually have anything to do. I’ve seen you watching that gay movie like the journal book or whatever every night!”I open my mouth to redeem myself, but Zayn continues on, “C’mon, Sut! Just stay with us for a little while and we’ll make sure you get home by 10 so your mommy and daddy don’t get upset. Pwease.” Zayn starts to pout and his eyes go big and round. Ohmygod, that should be illegal.
“First of all, it’s The Notebook! Second of all, It is a very touching movie and third, I can hardly trust you guys after last time. That was some crazy shit.” I say and wag my finger in their faces. Harry catches the tip of it and bites it gently.
“Don’t worry love, we’ll make sure you come home in one piece and a decent human being! Er..semi-decent.” Harry “assures” me and I laugh a little.
“Fine , but this is the last time ya’ll are ever gonna take me to a party. And if I start to try and vacuum Louis’ face again, you guys better take me home.” (A/N teehee. See what I did there?)
“Promise,” Harry says while Zayn says, “Did you just say ya’ll?” at the same time. I shoot Zayn the middle finger and they both smile and giggle like little girls.
“SUTTON IS GOING CLUBBING WITH US SO ‘YA’LL’ BETTER GET YO SHIT TOGETHA,” Zayn yells out to the other boys and I hear them whoop and what sounds like Liam making dying whale noises.
Lord, help me.

Notes

Haaay so this is the first chapter and I feel like it isn't really good, but comment please and such.