One direction dirty imagines
MY BROTHERS BEST FRIEND HARRY STLYES
”Dude!” The grouchy voice called from across the hall to my bedroom. “What!?” I yelled back knowing it was referred to me. “Have you
seen my Playstation controller?” Playstation controller? Why would I know where it is? I barely even know how to use the stupid thing! “No! How should I know?” “I need it!” Who said I cared. “Mason, what the hell would I do with a stupid Playstation controller? I don’t even use it, let alone go in your room whatsoever!” Mason, my brother, came in and stood by the door, arms folded. “What?” I asked in the most annoyed attitude I can pull, trying to focus on reading my book. The Perks of Being A Wallflower. Such a cliché, hyped book but since everyone says it’s so good and I’ve yet to see the movie, I decided on reading it. “What do you even do in here?” He asked, looking around my room. It was so plain and whatnot. About 4 posters from four different classic bands on each wall, a few bookshelves, and very simple furniture neat and clean. Unlike my brother, Mason, who not once made his bed, his clothes scattered everywhere and smelled disgusting, and every day my mother even tried tidying up, she ran out within a few seconds because she’s always discovered old uneaten food. He always wore black, listened to loads of heavy metal music, and was always on his Playstation console. “Honestly, have you seen it?” “Why do you care so much?” He rolled his eyes before getting closer plopping himself on my bed next to me, propping his elbow up to hold his head with his hand. “Because, Harry is coming over later”, my eyes darted instantly at my brothers, “and I really wanna show him this new setting in my console”
After he said Harry, I didn’t listen to a word he said. Something about a hard drive I think. I don’t know, I only heard Harry. Harry was a senior and I was a junior. He was kind of an asshole but really hot. I always had a mini crush on him. He had piercing green eyes, chocolate curly hair, and a dimpled smile. He wore black eyeliner on his lower eyelid. I’d assume most guys look stupid like that, but he made it work. His bottom lip was pierced and he had noticeably thick stubble around his jaw. He had many tattoos, mainly on his left arm. Some say he has some on his chest, but I wouldn’t know. The closest I’d ever gone to see them or his chest was when he’d wear v-necks and I’d see some arrow looking thing pointing upwards near his collarbones. Whenever he came around, he was either on his phone, playing on the PS3 with Mason, or picking a fight with me. He would tease me for being one grade level lower, a bookworm, and a study freak. Although it was annoying, I couldn’t deny my crush on him. Whenever I looked at him, he’d be looking down chewing on his lip. They were pink and plump. He licked them every now and then and I just stared. And the one thing that never ceases to amaze me is his hands. They were massive. I wasn’t a slut or anything, but I sure wouldn’t mind having his hands all over me. Everything about him was interesting, the only problem though that would keep me from him is the problem I’d been dealing with for the past 17 years. And that was my brother, Mason; because Harry was his best friend.
“Hello?” “Huh, what?” “Did you even listen to a single shit I said?” I rolled my eyes. “You act like I’m supposed to care.” The doorbell rings, and I swore I felt my heart stop. Is that him? “That must be Harry. I’ll get it.” Mason says, heading downstairs while I rush to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I look in the mirror. My hair is in a ponytail, I’m wearing a tank top, a sweater half zipped, boy shorts that wasn’t too high nor long enough to cover my bum along with knee high socks. This isn’t my type of style but my crush on Harry gets so crazy, I’d go above and beyond just for his attention. I yank my ponytail off and let my hair fall over my chest. It was so long it nearly reached my belly button. I took in a deep breath and opened the door. Just as I did so, I try scattering to my room until I bump into a tall figure. “Woah, watch it, spaz.” Harry. I knew it was him because he’s the only one that calls me a spaz. That was his nickname for me. “Ugh, who let you in? Last time I checked, my house was an asshole-free zone.” “Your brother’s still allowed in the house” He replied in a questioning tone. “Fuck you, man.” We heard Mason call out. I roll my eyes and walk off to my bedroom slamming my door shut. Harry wasn’t so rough on me for a douche and although I hated his slick attitude, my crush got bigger every time. “Hey man, get off the phone for like 5 minutes. Its like this every time.” I could hear my brother clearly through my closed door. “Sorry, Cecilia is just nagging me for not calling her.” Oh, right. Cecilia. How could I forget his self-centered, slutty girlfriend. She was pretty but a total whore. She has sex with anything that moves basically cheating on Harry whenever he’s not around. I feel like he has no clue or maybe he just dates her because she’s a slut. Still, I stay quiet.
Within 20 minutes or so, it was silent and I never noticed until now. I creep out my room and my brothers door is shut. I sigh in relief. I can finally leave my room without passing by his bedroom with Harry saying something slick. But when I head downstairs, just as I was putting my hair back in a ponytail, I wished I could quickly run back upstairs when I saw Harry leaning against the center island in the kitchen on his phone and when I reached the last step, I almost reversed until he looked up. “Hey Spaz”, he smiles evilly. “Hi” I mutter. I could feel his eyes looking me up and down and for a minute, I’m almost glad I came down. “Where’s my brother?” “Oh, he’s out getting some drinks. He’ll be back.” I nodded awkwardly. “So uh, what’re you doing down here?” I took this as the opportunity to start conversation, maybe lead it onto something else like in movies. “Well, despite the fact that this is the kitchen and I live here,” I say, walking closer to where he is, running my finger on the marble of the center island, “I just came for water.” Once I was centimeters away from him, I swiftly turned and headed for the cabinets for a glass. I reach up, trying to grab a cup realizing how short I am and begin to feel embarrassed. Heat rushes to my cheeks. Harry chuckles behind me. “Here, I’ll help”, he says. He teaches up and smoothly grabs my glass. “Thanks”, I say, still embarrassed. I turn, not making eye contact. When I fill my cup, I turn to see Harry staring at me. “What?” I ask, curious. He shakes his head and opens his mouth to speak. Before he could respond, my brother walks in. “There was no Coke so I brought Pepsi”. We both look at him and for once I felt relieved my brother shows up. It was getting a little awkward with just Harry in my kitchen. Especially after he just helped me reach for a glass in the cabinet and then I caught him staring. “Oh uh, that’s cool, man. Same thing.” Harry says. He looks back at me and sighs, “See ya later, spaz”, he calls walking back to my brothers’ bedroom along with Mason behind him. I roll my eyes and swiftly walk back to my bedroom. It was almost 7pm and Harry being next door in my brothers for about an hour felt like he’s been here all damn day with him laughing loudly and playing that heavy metal crap Mason plays 24/7.
I hear my phone vibrate violently and I grab it to see a text from my best friend, Isabella, or Izzy for short. ‘Are you going to Madison’s party tonight?’ Madison. She was a slut, skinny, pretty, and everything you see in those girls in magazines. She always threw huge parties and everyone was invited. She was also friends with Cecilia which explained so much. I was gonna reply with an excuse to why I’m not going, at least until I hear Harry next door lower the volume and say something to Mason perfectly clear from my door. “Dude, Madison’s throwing a party.” “So?” Mason was no party-goer unless Harry was going. I’ve noticed that a lot. “Wanna go?” “Are you?” I saw that coming. “I mean, yeah. Why not? Unless you have something else better to do?” Mason stayed quiet for a moment until he spoke up again. “Yeah, sure.” I rolled my eyes and looked back at my message. I thought about it for a moment. Should I? I mean, I’ve been reading this book for a good few hours and I’m already half done. I can’t stay home on a Saturday night doing just that. ‘Yes, pick me up?’ I typed to Izzy as I got up and dressed quickly before waiting for her reply. I picked out tight ripped jeans and a floral corset that showed my belly button throwing a white cardigan over it, leaving it unbuttoned at the hem of my jeans up. I let my ponytail loose and decided on putting them in loose curls to hang over my shoulders. I put on face cream, primer, and then foundation just to make my face look baby skin soft. I decided on light glittery eye shadow, black liquid eyeliner, and volume blast falsies mascara. I penciled in my lower eyelid with black pencil eyeliner. I grabbed my Avon blush pallet and shaded in my cheekbones rosy pink. I finished off my look with white flats and took a glance in the mirror for approval.
For someone who usually looked like a bookworm hot mess, I looked good when I actually tried to dress up. I heard a car horn outside and quickly grabbed my phone and dug it in my jeans back pocket. Right when I passed my brothers bedroom, I heard a voice and realized I’d forgotten they were still here. “Hey”. I turned and when I looked up at Harry, I saw his eyes slightly widen at my appearance and his lips parted then closed again. I held back my smirk by biting my lip. “Erm…where’re you going?” “Party.” I replied eagerly trying to ease out of this convo as quickly as possible. I tried holding back a laugh because of his expression. I noticed Mason wasn’t in the room. His eyes looked at mine questioningly and this is probably the first time I actually got a good look at his eyes when the ringlets of his curls didn’t hang off his forehead. They went from pistachio to emerald. “Madison’s?” He asked, snapping me out of my reverie. “Huh? Oh, yeah.” “You got invited?” I nodded and grabbed my phone to check the time. “Listen, this was a nice chat and whatnot but Izzy is waiting outside for me, see ya later”. He nodded me a bye and taking one last glance at me up and down. I turned and began smiling like an idiot. This is probably the first Harry has ever looked at me that way.
*
“Wait; rewind. Harry Styles, the hot punk senior, checked you out?!” Izzy squealed as she drove us to Madison’s. I nodded, still grinning like a fool.
"This is insane. He’s a fucking hot sex god senior and he checked you out! A
fuckin’ junior! He has never done that before! At least from what I’ve heard”, I giggled at her statement as she continued. “I mean, then again, it’s no surprise why he’d check you out. Look at you right now!” I felt a bit offended at that. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Izzy glanced at me then focused back on the road. “Oh, come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that either. You look great. I meant, you always dress casual and chic and tonight you look hot like, you rarely dress like this so he was probably shocked at what you were wearing. For example, that top, which is totally cute. Has Harry ever seen your belly from the many times he’s gone over your house?” I shook my head no and she noticed from the corner of her eye. “Exactly. He probably got a total boner when he saw you, especially in that makeup. I love the shade you’re wearing, by the way.” I laughed, putting my hand over my mouth and looked out the passenger window noticing we’d arrived. “Well, here we are!” She announced as she tried looking for parking. It was nearly 8 and already beginning to get packed.
*
Within four hours or so, the party was buzzing and all, extremely hot, the backyard and living room was full of people grinding bodies against one another. Izzy ran off with Michael, her on-again off-again boyfriend.. or ex. I can never tell. I mainly hung out in the kitchen. A few guys tried flirting with me, placing their hands on my hip or waist and it was flattering but also uncomfortable. Most girls would give me dirty looks and just eyed me up and down. That was even more uncomfortable. I drank down about 4 cups of fruit punch and I didn’t realize it was spiked until my third cup. Smoke was everywhere and I did all I can to get away from it since I had asthma when I was younger. Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m still a teenager who is curious enough to try. I was a little woozy but managed to keep myself from falling or doing something stupid. I walked around the house a little not even noticing where I was going until I reached the bathroom upstairs. Trying to walk through a swarm of hot, sweaty bodies, dancing, and grinding against one another practically having sex while half intoxicated was a lot harder than it looked. I was on my way to the restroom until I heard a familiar angry voice on the other side of the hallway. My vision was unclear and I was very curios.
The closer I got to the room the voice was coming from, I began to realize was Harry. When did he get here? Is my brother here? “That’s no surprise. I saw you anyway!…… Just forget it! We’re done!” He screamed into his phone before throwing it onto the bed. He shuffled around the room a bit with his back turned to me; sighing here and there. When he turned around, he looked up and saw me standing at the doorway. His face relaxed. He looked taken aback. “Hey, uh what’re you doing up here?” He said, getting closer to me. I shook my head and I immediately get this massive headache like I’d been hit with a frying pan. I place my palm over my head and sigh, “uhh, I was just looking for a bathroom and then I heard yelling. I realized it was you and, yeah. Here I am.” He nodded, then looked down at his feet. I lowered my hand and looked at him in concern. “Are you okay? That conversation didn’t sound so good..” He looked up at me then sat at the edge of the bed throwing his head in his hands. “It was Cecilia.” I rolled my eyes to myself and tried to act as if I were really concerned for him and that tramp. He looked up at me, shaking his head. “It’s amazing how stupid she thinks I am.” He laughs to himself and continues. “I know she’s not the most decent girl in Valley
Hills high”, I’ll say, “but if you’re gonna cheat on me, at least be a little more discreet about it.” So he did know.
“I’m guessing you caught her doing something she shouldn’t have.” He nodded, a fake smile plastered on his face. “She was giving head to Jason in the bathroom. Probably the one you were about to go in.” My eyes widened in complete shock. Jason was the sweetest guy in the football team at Valley Hills with the prettiest, and most kindest girl in school, Vanessa, his girlfriend; and they were the cutest couple there. But why would he cheat on her with Cecilia; everything opposite of Vanessa? “Jason? Jason Prescott?” I said getting closer to where Harry was sitting. My feet were killing me and I was actually debating on sitting next to him. “Yeah, he was pretty fucked up wasted when I saw him but I’m not sure if Vanessa knows about it.” I sat next to Harry as he made room for me. “Yeah, I’m a little buzzed right now.” “You?” He stifled a laugh looking at me in mere surprise. “Hey, I didn’t know the drinks were spiked!” I raised my hands in defense as I giggled.
He smiled, “I can tell, you look a little off the edge there”. I giggled again and looked down at my cup in my hand.
When I looked back up at Harry, he was staring at me with a small smile playing on his lips. “What?” I whispered. His smile widened in the slightest and chuckled. “I just- I never realized how good you looked.” Woah. I felt butterflies flutter all over my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but smile. My cheeks flushed going crimson. I looked down trying to hide my face in my hands and I giggled. I could hear Harry chuckle beside me and I looked up at him again to find him edging closer to me. His face was getting closer to mine and I could feel my heart beating so fast its about to pop out of my chest. I took a large gulp and began to feel my feel my hands shake a little. My body was buzzing a little from alcohol and before his lips touched mine, I drive myself at them. I was shocked and I can tell he was too but neither of us stopped the other. His lips were so soft. I raised my hand to reach behind his head and tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck. He groaned on my lips and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard; especially coming from his mouth. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I didn’t mind it one bit. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer towards him.
Both my hands wrapped around his neck holding him onto my lips. Our tongues danced in our mouths, exchanging saliva. I could stay like this forever. He was such a great kisser. He moved his lips from my mouth to my jaw, then down to my neck and I threw my head back for more access. He left wet kisses everywhere and I whimpered at the feel of his mouth on my skin. I could feel him smirk. His lips trailed down to my chest and teasingly back up along my collarbone. He bit down gently and I sucked in a breath. I wanted his mouth back on mine. I was aching for them. I cupped his jaw and brought his lips back on mine, kissing him roughly. I bit and tugged his bottom lip and he groaned again. The sound was really hot I was beginning to feel myself getting wet by it. The kiss deepened and soon ended when we heard the door open. “Hey man, I heard about Ceci-” it was Mason. He stopped in his tracks and looked embarrassed then immediately changed his expression to angry when he noticed me being the one Harry was intensely making out with.
"Dude, what the fuck!" Harry and I stood up quickly, guilt written all over our faces. “Mason I-" “That’s my fucking little sister!" Harry looked at me then back at Mason. I was stone frozen. I had no idea what to say. My brother had just walked in on me and his best friend sucking each others faces off. He looked at Harry in disgust and pulled me towards him. “Don’t you ever come near her or me ever again!" “Dude!” Harry yelled. “You’re supposed to be my best friend!” He spat at Harry coldly before dragging me out the door with him. “What!? No, Mason that’s not fair!" “What do you mean not fair!? He’s a senior, you’re a junior!" He yelled back. He was raging. “We’re just one grade level apart!" He rolled his eyes and grunted, not letting go of my wrist and pulling me out of the house with him. Once we reached his car, he threw me in the passenger seat and immediately came in the drivers not even looking at me. His brows creased deeper and deeper each passing second on the way home.
*
“Mason…” No response. “Mason, please.” Still no response. “Mason, please let me explain!” I pleaded, pounding on his bedroom door. I stopped when he opened his door and glared at me. “I have nothing to say to you and you have no right to be talking to me right now!” I rolled my eyes. “Mason, I was half drunk.” “Yeah, but he wasn’t..” I shook my head but he continued. “Listen sis, he may be my best friend, or at least was, but knowing him, he could’ve taken advantage of you.” I know he had a point but I refused to believe it. “Mason, if he tried taking advantage of me, I would’ve stopped him.” He gave me a stupid look. “Okay, so we made out but we didn’t go far and it wasn’t even heading that way from what I remember.” Mason rolled his eyes at me and sighed. “You think you know him better than I do.” “But Mason, I-” “No! Enough. You’re never allowed to see him again.” I scoffed. “Since when are you allowed to boss me around?” “I’ll tell mom and dad.” My expression changed to fear. Before I could respond, he cut in. “But I won’t if you just promise to never see him again.” I stood there, silent. “Do you know what would happen if people found out you and Harry? If he would’ve taken advantage of you, you’d be a slut.” I was still silent. But no one ever talked about Harry hooking up with girls. In fact, I never heard anything about them. “Just promise me you’ll stay away.” I shook my head and sighed loudly. “Fine, whatever.” I said as I turned back towards my room. I closed my door behind me and I dove myself into my bed. I buried my face into my pillow and let out a high pitched scream. This wouldn’t be a problem if Mason hadn’t walked in.
*
It was a quarter to 3AM. The night was awfully quiet. My parents were in their room, Mason was in his, still half avoiding me, and here I was plopped on my bed trying to read my book although I’ve been on the same page for almost 2 hours not even knowing what’s going on. All I could think about was Harry and that kiss. That mouth watering, hungry, devouring kiss. Oh the way his plump pink lips felt against mine. The way they moved in sync. His hands holding me gently, pulling me in for more. He was so hot, so fascinating, just thinking about him gave me tingles in areas I shouldn’t be getting. I bite my lip at the thought of him and me together. Naked. In bed. If he’s a great kisser, it would be no surprise to see how great he was in bed. I mean, from the rumors I’ve heard about Harry sleeping with loads of girls, no girl has ever mentioned if he was ever good or not. So it made me question whether those rumors were actual rumors or real information. Still, it didn’t stop me from thinking about Harry in the dirtiest ways possible. It didn’t even cross my mind why I was thinking of him like this. It was the kiss. That kiss was just so pure and pulling. The more I thought about it, the more I wish I had that chance to lock the door and see how far we’d go before Mason had walked in on us.
My phone buzzed. It made my nightstand treble. When I glimpsed at the screen, I saw a text from the contact named, “Asshole” and I smiled because I knew exactly who it was. “Hey. You still up?” another text came in as I still held my phone in my hand. “I wanna talk.” I was a little surprised yet mainly eager that Harry had texted me. Usually when he does, he asks about Mason and where he is and stuff. But it made me a little giddy yet nervous that this was for me. I replied letting him know I was still awake. I debated on adding a smiley or not but I decided it was better not to in case whatever Harry had to talk to me about was good news or not. iMessage showed me he saw my text, and was typing a reply. “Look out your window”. My heart leaped out of my chest. Wait… what? I gripped my phone and pressed it against my chest as I quietly crept towards my window. I peered down at the view and saw absolutely nothing. I furrowed my brows and brought my phone up and another text flew in before I unlocked my phone. “Look at the dark car across the street”. I did so, and through the dark windshield, I saw a hand wave. I scoffed, but smiled to myself. He came to see me? I decided to not be such a pussy and unlocked my phone to call him. “Hello?” He whispered, and I giggled.
“Why are you whispering? Aren’t I the one in house arrest?” I asked, and I heard him chuckle. “Sorry. I just thought your brother would spaz out if he heard us talking, at least.” “Oh he would,” I said as I sat at the edge of my bed, “but what if he did catch us? Then what?” I asked. “Wouldn’t he tell your parents?” Shoot. I hadn’t thought about that. “Mm, okay. You have a point there.” I giggled again, and something told me he was grinning against the phone. “So uh, didn’t you wanna talk to me?” I questioned. “Oh, yeah” “Are we gonna talk like this?” I heard him murmur then sigh. “I was actually thinking if you could find a way to sneak out”. I thought about it for a moment. “Well, my window does look easily climbable…I guess I can.” “Really?” He sounded almost too surprised. “Yeah… what? You didn’t think I’d do it.” “Well, yeah. Basically.” I rolled my eyes and walked over to my closet to put on some shoes.
"Whatever. I’ll be right out." “Okay." Once my shoes were on, I cracked my door open and peered through to see Mason’s door shut. I close mine as quietly as I can and locked the door. I practically sprinted towards the window and poked my head out to look over at Mason’s room in case he happened to be sitting at the edge on those nights he wanted to be alone. But as I threw one leg over, I stuck my head out a little more to see his blinds were covering the window as well. I sighed to myself and threw my other leg over. I gently tiptoed over to the edge of the roof and lowered myself once I got closer to the tree that had a thick branch sticking out towards my window. I made my way down until the final branch and decided on jumping off the side with the most grass. I landed perfectly on my feet with a bit of a loud thump and glanced up in case Mason or even my parents had heard. I gave it a minute or two, and nothing. I sighed in relief, and stood upright from my squat position by the tree. I look over at Harry’s car and ran towards it. When I ran to the driver’s side where it wasn’t visible to Mason’s window, I noticed Harry wasn’t inside. I was startled from a tap in the backseat window.
I backed away a little until the door opened slightly and I heard that deep voice whisper, “get in here”. It was definitely Harry. I scurried around the door and hopped in quickly closing the door behind me. Before I had turned fully, Harry pulled me in from my neck in a kiss. It was a surprise at first but once he deepened the kiss, I began to feel relaxed and went along with it. He had one hand on my waist, the other still placed firmly behind my neck. My arms gripped his shoulders. I was eager to go a little farther, but Harry pulled away. He breathed out deeply, and although it was dark, his emerald eyes gave a little shimmer from the moons brightness tonight hitting his eyes. “I’m sorry about tonight. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble with your brother.” I scoffed. “He’ll get over it. I’m sorry I ruined your friendship with Mason.” He only shrugged. “It wasn’t working out anyway.” “What do you mean?” “Well, Mason’s a cool guy but a lot of people see him as my pet and I want people to know that he’s my best friend. But it’s not gonna change their minds if he keeps acting like a pet. No offense. I know he’s your brother, but you’re not there when it’s just me and him.” I chewed on the inside of my cheek, not knowing what to say at that moment.
“Well, I mean I can kind of took notice not too long ago.” “How?” He asked. “Well, take tonight for example. When you asked Mason if he was going to Madison’s, he asked if you were first.” His eyes widened in slight surprise. “Wow. I didn’t even notice that.” I nodded, completely silent. “Harry, do you mind me asking why you’re being so nice to me tonight?” He pulled in his eyebrows together. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again. “I don’t know, I mean, I always thought you were pretty cute. But what do you mean tonight? When was I ever so mean to you?” “Well, you do call me
spaz.” “It’s not like I call you bitch of anything”, he chuckles. I smile at him and glanced down at my hands, twiddling my thumbs. “I also wanted to talk about those rumors.” I furrowed my eyebrows and gestured for him to continue. “Well you know, with those ‘millions of girls’.” He air quoted. “Don’t get me wrong, I have gotten laid just not countless times, either. They’re not all true. And quite frankly, I don’t know who made them up.” He chuckled. “Then why don’t you say something about it?” I asked. He looked up at me and shrugged. “Well they started around the end of my freshman year and people thought it made me look cool. I dunno, I guess I just stuck with it. But now that I’m a senior, I kind of wish I had said something.” He said, looking down at the last sentence. “Why?” “…it’s hard looking for something serious when you have a reputation like that.” I nodded and looked down at my feet. I actually felt bad for Harry. He wanted something serious, but I guess he got turned down a lot because of those stupid rumors. “Plus, when I first saw you on my sophomore year, I always thought you were sort of cute.” He mumbled. My mouth dropped open slightly, but I kept my gaze on the ground. “But then I found out you were Mason’s sister, so I knew I wouldn’t be able to risk asking you out or anything… it was hard for me to stay away. You were just so… tempting.” When I look up at Harry, he’s biting his lip with a twinkle in his eyes that makes me curious as to what he’s thinking. His eyes travel from my legs to my chest slowly as if taking each and every one of my features. I didn’t change my outfit from the party because I was lazy and still taking in the whole kiss in the bedroom me and Harry were in at Madison’s place.
When Harry’s eyes finally reach mine, he quirks up an eyebrow at me and I swore I could feel myself beginning to melt. A sheepish whimper slipped from my lips and Harry smirked. He placed his hand on my knee and began to draw closer to me. I noticed the higher his hand traveled up my leg, the closer his face got to mine. I was a stone; completely frozen in my spot. Once he was mere inches close to my lips, he put his mouth gently against my ear. “I can just tell from your body language you want me just as much as I want you”, he whispers and I begin to feels my drawers getting damp. I suck in a breath and Harry chuckles against my ear. His fingers are dancing on my inner thighs, right against my heat. “I can only imagine how wet you are right now”, he says and I can take it no longer. I moan and shift so that I can face him. Once I look at him, I pull him in from the nape of his neck and kiss him harshly and hungrily. He groans softly against my lips and I moan. He wiggles his fingers still in between my thighs so I can spread my legs.
As I do so, Harry’s hands are fiddling with the button of my jeans and zipper. “Wait, are you-““I’m on the pill”, I interjected. He sighed with relief and continued what he was doing. “Lift your hips up off the seat please”, he murmurs against my lips and I oblige. I can feel him smirk on my mouth when his fingers slide across the thin material hugging my hips as he slides my jeans gently down my legs. My sandals are already off somewhere on the floor but I honestly could care less. I kicked them off my ankles and focused back on Harry. He began feeling up my thighs. He trailed his hands softly up close to my heat and gently squeezes until he cups my already dripping core. He runs his fingers softly against me with the soft lace in between his fingers. I moan softly and Harry begins to kiss down my neck. I tilt my head back for more access and moan again, a little louder this time when I feel Harry pull the material to the side and runs a finger up my wet folds. “You’re so wet, baby. Fuck, you sound so hot when you moan.” I tug at the hairs on the nap of his neck and he groans against my neck. He smoothly pushes a finger deep inside me and I yelp, “oh fuck, Harry your fingers feel so good”, he groans again and slips his tongue out gliding it across my neck. I grind against his hand so I could feel his finger thrust into me again.
“Oh, eager, aren’t we?” He chuckles darkly. He starts thrusting his middle finger inside me slowly. My mouth is hanging open, my eyes tightly shut. The only sounds are my breathing. Harry tilts his palm up so it touches my clit when his finger deepens inside me. I begin to yelp and whimper his name. “Ahh, oh Harry…” He added another finger and my breath hitched. He thrusts his fingers faster and I was moaning loudly in his car. He would curl his fingers upward and I wanted to scream. His lips were still attached to my neck, breathing deeply against my skin. He curled his finger up again and I could feel my stomach clench. “Harry… Ugh, Harry stop. You’re gonna make me cum.” Quickly, Harry slides his finger out and gets on his knees in front of me on the car floor. He uses his pointer finger to motion me forward towards him. I move in to close the inches between our lips and Harry pulls me closer and slyly shoves his tongue down my throat. He lets out a throaty groan when I grip his hips and pull them closer to me. His hands go from my neck, to my chest, a squeeze to my breast, and continue to travel down to my thighs.
His hands squeeze my thighs harshly and I yelp shutting my eyes, causing Harry to chuckle against my mouth. “I love the sounds that come out of that pretty little mouth of yours. I wonder what it sounds like when you’re gagging on my hard cock.” My eyes fly open to look at Harry and he’s biting his lip with an evil smirk plastered on his face. My breathing is unstable. This feels so erotic, so kinky; I can’t help but enjoy how far it’s going. Harry shifts and sits by the window and pats his lap. I turn and throw my leg over as I straddle him. He pushes me back slightly so our throbbing areas aren’t touching. He reaches down to his jean button but I stop him and wink. Immediately he knew I was signaling him that I want to do it for him. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue across his lips and his breath hitched in his throat. My fingers fumble with his button until I hear that little pop. I run my finger slowly up and down the zipper and he groans. “Fuckin’ hell baby, don’t be a tease.” I nip his bottom lip and tug them between my teeth as my index finger and thumb pull the zipper down slowly.
His hands grope my hips tightly; I’m careless and unaware that his finger marks might end up there in the morning. I reach my hand down his jeans and gently stroke his shaft covered by the black fabric of his boxers. Harry throws his head back and gasps at the contact of my hand against his throbbing length. I take the opportunity to leave love bites on his exposed neck. I leave a soft kiss and travel up beneath his ear. Harry moans and bucks his hips upward letting me know that I’ve reached his sweet spot. I closed lips on the soft skin and suck leaving my mark still roughly stroking his shaft in my hands. Harry’s hands are groping my ass harshly grinding his hips up to meet mine. I moaned loudly against his neck and met his thrusts. On my third thrust, it seemed Harry couldn’t take it anymore when he pushed me back against the back of the passenger seat. He reached into his boxer and pulled out his hard cock. I gasped at the sight of it. He was huge! How does he hide something this big in the tight fabric of his jeans? He must suffocate the poor monster!
He wrapped his fingers around my hips and lifted me before he aligned himself up under my soaked center. I was so ready for him but also scared about how much pain I’ll have to suffer because of the monstrosity he holds inside his pants. “This might hurt a bit”, he said, and before I could answer, he’s already pushing half of himself in me. I cry out at the expansion occurring inside me. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight!” He groaned. I reached behind me at the headrest of the chair I was leaning against. Once Harry was fully buried deep inside me, he waited for me to say it was okay for him to begin moving. I sucked in a breath and nodded slowly. My hips were still in his hold as he thrusted upward slowly for me to take in his size. Once he heard my soft moans, he knew it was time to take it up a notch. He was thrusting at full speed and I couldn’t help but begin to scream out his name like hell. “Harry! Fuck! Yes, oh right there, baby!” I yelled. Harry was panting. The ringlet of his curls now hung loosely and damp against his forehead.
“Mm, more Harry. Gimme more.” Harry stopped suddenly and sat me down with his cock still buried deep inside me. “Reach behind your head and hold onto the headrest tightly,” he breathed out. “With both hands.” I did as I was told and looked down at Harry who was shifting in his seat. He grabbed my knees from being flat on the seat beside him and lifted them so my feet were now flat down next to his bum. Harry slid out of me briefly before lifting me so he can sit on his knees on his seat. I looked at him confused and then my eyes widened when I saw the position he was going for. He reached forward and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close in this unbelievable position. Harry used one hand to line himself up again and looked up at me expectantly. “Ready?” He asked low. I nodded and he slid himself in me easily. He placed his free hand above mine that was gripping the headrest tightly and began thrusting. He was going at full powerful speed and I couldn’t contain my screams. “Harry! Oh fuck, Harry! Right there! Ugh, don’t stop.” He was panting uncontrollably; his breathing erratic. He rammed, pounded, whatever word similar to those was exactly what he doing to me. “Ugh, fuck Harry I’m gonna cum!” I screamed out. Harry slowed it down a bit and slid himself out. When I looked down, my head was thrown back again when he rammed back into me and I screamed. “Come for me, doll face”, he groaned, reaching down to take hold of my breast. He squeezed and pinched my tender, hard nipples. I was gasping for hair.
Everything about what he was doing to me was so sexy, erotic, kinky. I loved it. He slid out slowly and threw his entire length into me and continued the process repeatedly. I could feel the tension in my stomach beginning to form again; I start to clench around Harry. “Fuck!” He yelled. “Mm, baby, do that again.” When Harry thrusted back into me, I clenched again and Harry yelled again. “Fuck! Yes! Oh, just like that, baby. You’re gonna fucking make me cum.” My eyes rolled back into my head when Harry pounded himself into me again and I screamed out when I felt my orgasm takeover. My vision became unclear and I was breathing fast. Harry’s thrust picked up speed again and soon he collapsed on top of me when he reached his climax. He was panting. His hair looked completely drenched in sweat. I sat up off the back of the passenger seat and leaned against Harry’s chest. Our bodies clammy and full of sweat and took breaths, trying to steady it back to its normal pace.
*
“So, now what?” I asked once I was fully clothed and looked over at Harry who was buttoning up his tight jeans. “What do you mean?” “I mean, well, what does this make us?” He bit his lip and shrugged. “I don’t know, honestly.” I nodded disappointedly, and I’m sure Harry noticed. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I really like you, and I have for a while now…” I looked up at him expectantly and he continued. “the problem is…” “My brother”, I finished the sentence for him. He had a point. My brother forbids me from seeing Harry; and if he found out what we had just done in his sex smelling car, he’ll quickly snitch to my parents. Now, you see, the thing with my parents is, they never really liked Harry. I mean, they did, but just not near me because of those rumors of him and a million girls. And I’m pretty sure you can guess how they heard about them. “So, what do we do?” I asked. Harry leaned against his car and motioned me toward him with his pointer finger. When I was mere inches away from him, he tugged at my arms and pulled me against him. He grinned sweetly down at me. “Well, I don’t know about you,” he said as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, “but how about we keep this our little secret for a while. Until this cools down a bit.” I quirked an eyebrow at him. “As your fuck buddy?” I asked with an attitude. Harry just chuckled. “No, spaz,” he tilted my chin up and pecked my lips. “as my girlfriend.” My heart fluttered and I smiled, nodding like a little schoolgirl. Harry laughed and kissed me again. It was a sweet lingering kiss I never wanted to end until he broke it.
“You should head back, baby. I’ve kept you out too long now. Go before they spot us.” I nodded again and headed back to my house, smiling to myself. “Babe?” He called, and I turned around to meet his gaze. He bit his lip and smiled. “I’ll text you tomorrow… or later.” I giggled to myself and nodded before I kept walking towards my house. I carefully climbed up each branch before I made it to the edge of the roof. I almost stumbled until I threw my hand and gripped the branch holding my balance. I glanced at Mason’s window. The light was off but there was one flickering through the curtains. I assumed he was watching TV or playing his game console. I gently tiptoed onto the roof and made it to my window. I took one last glance out onto the road and Harry was already taking off. I smile slightly before I make it into my bedroom and close the window behind me. I finally stripped off my clothes and put on some fresh pajamas. ‘I’ll take a shower in the morning’, I thought to myself because I was way too worn out to do it now. Plus, it was nearly five in the morning. I unlocked my door so my parents wouldn’t get suspicious in the morning. I put my hair in a bun and snuggled in my blanket beginning to feel warm and fuzzy inside. Before I fell asleep, I heard my phone vibrate against my nightstand. I unlocked my phone to see a text from, “Asshole”. Before I read the text, I go to my contacts and change the contact name from ‘Asshole’ to ‘Harry’ and added three hearts next to his name. I smiled proudly to myself and went to my message.
‘Goodnight, princess. Sweet dreams! I’ll talk to you tomorrow! :) .xxxxx’
I smiled again, and tapped my phone to reply.
‘:) goodnight, baby x’
I hit the lock screen and put it back gently onto my nightstand. I smiled throughout the whole night until I fell asleep feeling really to be able to claim Harry as mine. The only problem I was willing to risk was not being to tell anyone about it. For now, I’ll just have to do exactly what Harry said, and wait till it blew over. ‘Don’t think about it’, my subconscious whispered. ‘Just be happy he’s finally yours.’ And with that, I fell asleep with the biggest smile on my face.
seen my Playstation controller?” Playstation controller? Why would I know where it is? I barely even know how to use the stupid thing! “No! How should I know?” “I need it!” Who said I cared. “Mason, what the hell would I do with a stupid Playstation controller? I don’t even use it, let alone go in your room whatsoever!” Mason, my brother, came in and stood by the door, arms folded. “What?” I asked in the most annoyed attitude I can pull, trying to focus on reading my book. The Perks of Being A Wallflower. Such a cliché, hyped book but since everyone says it’s so good and I’ve yet to see the movie, I decided on reading it. “What do you even do in here?” He asked, looking around my room. It was so plain and whatnot. About 4 posters from four different classic bands on each wall, a few bookshelves, and very simple furniture neat and clean. Unlike my brother, Mason, who not once made his bed, his clothes scattered everywhere and smelled disgusting, and every day my mother even tried tidying up, she ran out within a few seconds because she’s always discovered old uneaten food. He always wore black, listened to loads of heavy metal music, and was always on his Playstation console. “Honestly, have you seen it?” “Why do you care so much?” He rolled his eyes before getting closer plopping himself on my bed next to me, propping his elbow up to hold his head with his hand. “Because, Harry is coming over later”, my eyes darted instantly at my brothers, “and I really wanna show him this new setting in my console”
After he said Harry, I didn’t listen to a word he said. Something about a hard drive I think. I don’t know, I only heard Harry. Harry was a senior and I was a junior. He was kind of an asshole but really hot. I always had a mini crush on him. He had piercing green eyes, chocolate curly hair, and a dimpled smile. He wore black eyeliner on his lower eyelid. I’d assume most guys look stupid like that, but he made it work. His bottom lip was pierced and he had noticeably thick stubble around his jaw. He had many tattoos, mainly on his left arm. Some say he has some on his chest, but I wouldn’t know. The closest I’d ever gone to see them or his chest was when he’d wear v-necks and I’d see some arrow looking thing pointing upwards near his collarbones. Whenever he came around, he was either on his phone, playing on the PS3 with Mason, or picking a fight with me. He would tease me for being one grade level lower, a bookworm, and a study freak. Although it was annoying, I couldn’t deny my crush on him. Whenever I looked at him, he’d be looking down chewing on his lip. They were pink and plump. He licked them every now and then and I just stared. And the one thing that never ceases to amaze me is his hands. They were massive. I wasn’t a slut or anything, but I sure wouldn’t mind having his hands all over me. Everything about him was interesting, the only problem though that would keep me from him is the problem I’d been dealing with for the past 17 years. And that was my brother, Mason; because Harry was his best friend.
“Hello?” “Huh, what?” “Did you even listen to a single shit I said?” I rolled my eyes. “You act like I’m supposed to care.” The doorbell rings, and I swore I felt my heart stop. Is that him? “That must be Harry. I’ll get it.” Mason says, heading downstairs while I rush to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I look in the mirror. My hair is in a ponytail, I’m wearing a tank top, a sweater half zipped, boy shorts that wasn’t too high nor long enough to cover my bum along with knee high socks. This isn’t my type of style but my crush on Harry gets so crazy, I’d go above and beyond just for his attention. I yank my ponytail off and let my hair fall over my chest. It was so long it nearly reached my belly button. I took in a deep breath and opened the door. Just as I did so, I try scattering to my room until I bump into a tall figure. “Woah, watch it, spaz.” Harry. I knew it was him because he’s the only one that calls me a spaz. That was his nickname for me. “Ugh, who let you in? Last time I checked, my house was an asshole-free zone.” “Your brother’s still allowed in the house” He replied in a questioning tone. “Fuck you, man.” We heard Mason call out. I roll my eyes and walk off to my bedroom slamming my door shut. Harry wasn’t so rough on me for a douche and although I hated his slick attitude, my crush got bigger every time. “Hey man, get off the phone for like 5 minutes. Its like this every time.” I could hear my brother clearly through my closed door. “Sorry, Cecilia is just nagging me for not calling her.” Oh, right. Cecilia. How could I forget his self-centered, slutty girlfriend. She was pretty but a total whore. She has sex with anything that moves basically cheating on Harry whenever he’s not around. I feel like he has no clue or maybe he just dates her because she’s a slut. Still, I stay quiet.
Within 20 minutes or so, it was silent and I never noticed until now. I creep out my room and my brothers door is shut. I sigh in relief. I can finally leave my room without passing by his bedroom with Harry saying something slick. But when I head downstairs, just as I was putting my hair back in a ponytail, I wished I could quickly run back upstairs when I saw Harry leaning against the center island in the kitchen on his phone and when I reached the last step, I almost reversed until he looked up. “Hey Spaz”, he smiles evilly. “Hi” I mutter. I could feel his eyes looking me up and down and for a minute, I’m almost glad I came down. “Where’s my brother?” “Oh, he’s out getting some drinks. He’ll be back.” I nodded awkwardly. “So uh, what’re you doing down here?” I took this as the opportunity to start conversation, maybe lead it onto something else like in movies. “Well, despite the fact that this is the kitchen and I live here,” I say, walking closer to where he is, running my finger on the marble of the center island, “I just came for water.” Once I was centimeters away from him, I swiftly turned and headed for the cabinets for a glass. I reach up, trying to grab a cup realizing how short I am and begin to feel embarrassed. Heat rushes to my cheeks. Harry chuckles behind me. “Here, I’ll help”, he says. He teaches up and smoothly grabs my glass. “Thanks”, I say, still embarrassed. I turn, not making eye contact. When I fill my cup, I turn to see Harry staring at me. “What?” I ask, curious. He shakes his head and opens his mouth to speak. Before he could respond, my brother walks in. “There was no Coke so I brought Pepsi”. We both look at him and for once I felt relieved my brother shows up. It was getting a little awkward with just Harry in my kitchen. Especially after he just helped me reach for a glass in the cabinet and then I caught him staring. “Oh uh, that’s cool, man. Same thing.” Harry says. He looks back at me and sighs, “See ya later, spaz”, he calls walking back to my brothers’ bedroom along with Mason behind him. I roll my eyes and swiftly walk back to my bedroom. It was almost 7pm and Harry being next door in my brothers for about an hour felt like he’s been here all damn day with him laughing loudly and playing that heavy metal crap Mason plays 24/7.
I hear my phone vibrate violently and I grab it to see a text from my best friend, Isabella, or Izzy for short. ‘Are you going to Madison’s party tonight?’ Madison. She was a slut, skinny, pretty, and everything you see in those girls in magazines. She always threw huge parties and everyone was invited. She was also friends with Cecilia which explained so much. I was gonna reply with an excuse to why I’m not going, at least until I hear Harry next door lower the volume and say something to Mason perfectly clear from my door. “Dude, Madison’s throwing a party.” “So?” Mason was no party-goer unless Harry was going. I’ve noticed that a lot. “Wanna go?” “Are you?” I saw that coming. “I mean, yeah. Why not? Unless you have something else better to do?” Mason stayed quiet for a moment until he spoke up again. “Yeah, sure.” I rolled my eyes and looked back at my message. I thought about it for a moment. Should I? I mean, I’ve been reading this book for a good few hours and I’m already half done. I can’t stay home on a Saturday night doing just that. ‘Yes, pick me up?’ I typed to Izzy as I got up and dressed quickly before waiting for her reply. I picked out tight ripped jeans and a floral corset that showed my belly button throwing a white cardigan over it, leaving it unbuttoned at the hem of my jeans up. I let my ponytail loose and decided on putting them in loose curls to hang over my shoulders. I put on face cream, primer, and then foundation just to make my face look baby skin soft. I decided on light glittery eye shadow, black liquid eyeliner, and volume blast falsies mascara. I penciled in my lower eyelid with black pencil eyeliner. I grabbed my Avon blush pallet and shaded in my cheekbones rosy pink. I finished off my look with white flats and took a glance in the mirror for approval.
For someone who usually looked like a bookworm hot mess, I looked good when I actually tried to dress up. I heard a car horn outside and quickly grabbed my phone and dug it in my jeans back pocket. Right when I passed my brothers bedroom, I heard a voice and realized I’d forgotten they were still here. “Hey”. I turned and when I looked up at Harry, I saw his eyes slightly widen at my appearance and his lips parted then closed again. I held back my smirk by biting my lip. “Erm…where’re you going?” “Party.” I replied eagerly trying to ease out of this convo as quickly as possible. I tried holding back a laugh because of his expression. I noticed Mason wasn’t in the room. His eyes looked at mine questioningly and this is probably the first time I actually got a good look at his eyes when the ringlets of his curls didn’t hang off his forehead. They went from pistachio to emerald. “Madison’s?” He asked, snapping me out of my reverie. “Huh? Oh, yeah.” “You got invited?” I nodded and grabbed my phone to check the time. “Listen, this was a nice chat and whatnot but Izzy is waiting outside for me, see ya later”. He nodded me a bye and taking one last glance at me up and down. I turned and began smiling like an idiot. This is probably the first Harry has ever looked at me that way.
*
“Wait; rewind. Harry Styles, the hot punk senior, checked you out?!” Izzy squealed as she drove us to Madison’s. I nodded, still grinning like a fool.
"This is insane. He’s a fucking hot sex god senior and he checked you out! A
fuckin’ junior! He has never done that before! At least from what I’ve heard”, I giggled at her statement as she continued. “I mean, then again, it’s no surprise why he’d check you out. Look at you right now!” I felt a bit offended at that. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Izzy glanced at me then focused back on the road. “Oh, come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that either. You look great. I meant, you always dress casual and chic and tonight you look hot like, you rarely dress like this so he was probably shocked at what you were wearing. For example, that top, which is totally cute. Has Harry ever seen your belly from the many times he’s gone over your house?” I shook my head no and she noticed from the corner of her eye. “Exactly. He probably got a total boner when he saw you, especially in that makeup. I love the shade you’re wearing, by the way.” I laughed, putting my hand over my mouth and looked out the passenger window noticing we’d arrived. “Well, here we are!” She announced as she tried looking for parking. It was nearly 8 and already beginning to get packed.
*
Within four hours or so, the party was buzzing and all, extremely hot, the backyard and living room was full of people grinding bodies against one another. Izzy ran off with Michael, her on-again off-again boyfriend.. or ex. I can never tell. I mainly hung out in the kitchen. A few guys tried flirting with me, placing their hands on my hip or waist and it was flattering but also uncomfortable. Most girls would give me dirty looks and just eyed me up and down. That was even more uncomfortable. I drank down about 4 cups of fruit punch and I didn’t realize it was spiked until my third cup. Smoke was everywhere and I did all I can to get away from it since I had asthma when I was younger. Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m still a teenager who is curious enough to try. I was a little woozy but managed to keep myself from falling or doing something stupid. I walked around the house a little not even noticing where I was going until I reached the bathroom upstairs. Trying to walk through a swarm of hot, sweaty bodies, dancing, and grinding against one another practically having sex while half intoxicated was a lot harder than it looked. I was on my way to the restroom until I heard a familiar angry voice on the other side of the hallway. My vision was unclear and I was very curios.
The closer I got to the room the voice was coming from, I began to realize was Harry. When did he get here? Is my brother here? “That’s no surprise. I saw you anyway!…… Just forget it! We’re done!” He screamed into his phone before throwing it onto the bed. He shuffled around the room a bit with his back turned to me; sighing here and there. When he turned around, he looked up and saw me standing at the doorway. His face relaxed. He looked taken aback. “Hey, uh what’re you doing up here?” He said, getting closer to me. I shook my head and I immediately get this massive headache like I’d been hit with a frying pan. I place my palm over my head and sigh, “uhh, I was just looking for a bathroom and then I heard yelling. I realized it was you and, yeah. Here I am.” He nodded, then looked down at his feet. I lowered my hand and looked at him in concern. “Are you okay? That conversation didn’t sound so good..” He looked up at me then sat at the edge of the bed throwing his head in his hands. “It was Cecilia.” I rolled my eyes to myself and tried to act as if I were really concerned for him and that tramp. He looked up at me, shaking his head. “It’s amazing how stupid she thinks I am.” He laughs to himself and continues. “I know she’s not the most decent girl in Valley
Hills high”, I’ll say, “but if you’re gonna cheat on me, at least be a little more discreet about it.” So he did know.
“I’m guessing you caught her doing something she shouldn’t have.” He nodded, a fake smile plastered on his face. “She was giving head to Jason in the bathroom. Probably the one you were about to go in.” My eyes widened in complete shock. Jason was the sweetest guy in the football team at Valley Hills with the prettiest, and most kindest girl in school, Vanessa, his girlfriend; and they were the cutest couple there. But why would he cheat on her with Cecilia; everything opposite of Vanessa? “Jason? Jason Prescott?” I said getting closer to where Harry was sitting. My feet were killing me and I was actually debating on sitting next to him. “Yeah, he was pretty fucked up wasted when I saw him but I’m not sure if Vanessa knows about it.” I sat next to Harry as he made room for me. “Yeah, I’m a little buzzed right now.” “You?” He stifled a laugh looking at me in mere surprise. “Hey, I didn’t know the drinks were spiked!” I raised my hands in defense as I giggled.
He smiled, “I can tell, you look a little off the edge there”. I giggled again and looked down at my cup in my hand.
When I looked back up at Harry, he was staring at me with a small smile playing on his lips. “What?” I whispered. His smile widened in the slightest and chuckled. “I just- I never realized how good you looked.” Woah. I felt butterflies flutter all over my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but smile. My cheeks flushed going crimson. I looked down trying to hide my face in my hands and I giggled. I could hear Harry chuckle beside me and I looked up at him again to find him edging closer to me. His face was getting closer to mine and I could feel my heart beating so fast its about to pop out of my chest. I took a large gulp and began to feel my feel my hands shake a little. My body was buzzing a little from alcohol and before his lips touched mine, I drive myself at them. I was shocked and I can tell he was too but neither of us stopped the other. His lips were so soft. I raised my hand to reach behind his head and tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck. He groaned on my lips and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard; especially coming from his mouth. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I didn’t mind it one bit. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer towards him.
Both my hands wrapped around his neck holding him onto my lips. Our tongues danced in our mouths, exchanging saliva. I could stay like this forever. He was such a great kisser. He moved his lips from my mouth to my jaw, then down to my neck and I threw my head back for more access. He left wet kisses everywhere and I whimpered at the feel of his mouth on my skin. I could feel him smirk. His lips trailed down to my chest and teasingly back up along my collarbone. He bit down gently and I sucked in a breath. I wanted his mouth back on mine. I was aching for them. I cupped his jaw and brought his lips back on mine, kissing him roughly. I bit and tugged his bottom lip and he groaned again. The sound was really hot I was beginning to feel myself getting wet by it. The kiss deepened and soon ended when we heard the door open. “Hey man, I heard about Ceci-” it was Mason. He stopped in his tracks and looked embarrassed then immediately changed his expression to angry when he noticed me being the one Harry was intensely making out with.
"Dude, what the fuck!" Harry and I stood up quickly, guilt written all over our faces. “Mason I-" “That’s my fucking little sister!" Harry looked at me then back at Mason. I was stone frozen. I had no idea what to say. My brother had just walked in on me and his best friend sucking each others faces off. He looked at Harry in disgust and pulled me towards him. “Don’t you ever come near her or me ever again!" “Dude!” Harry yelled. “You’re supposed to be my best friend!” He spat at Harry coldly before dragging me out the door with him. “What!? No, Mason that’s not fair!" “What do you mean not fair!? He’s a senior, you’re a junior!" He yelled back. He was raging. “We’re just one grade level apart!" He rolled his eyes and grunted, not letting go of my wrist and pulling me out of the house with him. Once we reached his car, he threw me in the passenger seat and immediately came in the drivers not even looking at me. His brows creased deeper and deeper each passing second on the way home.
*
“Mason…” No response. “Mason, please.” Still no response. “Mason, please let me explain!” I pleaded, pounding on his bedroom door. I stopped when he opened his door and glared at me. “I have nothing to say to you and you have no right to be talking to me right now!” I rolled my eyes. “Mason, I was half drunk.” “Yeah, but he wasn’t..” I shook my head but he continued. “Listen sis, he may be my best friend, or at least was, but knowing him, he could’ve taken advantage of you.” I know he had a point but I refused to believe it. “Mason, if he tried taking advantage of me, I would’ve stopped him.” He gave me a stupid look. “Okay, so we made out but we didn’t go far and it wasn’t even heading that way from what I remember.” Mason rolled his eyes at me and sighed. “You think you know him better than I do.” “But Mason, I-” “No! Enough. You’re never allowed to see him again.” I scoffed. “Since when are you allowed to boss me around?” “I’ll tell mom and dad.” My expression changed to fear. Before I could respond, he cut in. “But I won’t if you just promise to never see him again.” I stood there, silent. “Do you know what would happen if people found out you and Harry? If he would’ve taken advantage of you, you’d be a slut.” I was still silent. But no one ever talked about Harry hooking up with girls. In fact, I never heard anything about them. “Just promise me you’ll stay away.” I shook my head and sighed loudly. “Fine, whatever.” I said as I turned back towards my room. I closed my door behind me and I dove myself into my bed. I buried my face into my pillow and let out a high pitched scream. This wouldn’t be a problem if Mason hadn’t walked in.
*
It was a quarter to 3AM. The night was awfully quiet. My parents were in their room, Mason was in his, still half avoiding me, and here I was plopped on my bed trying to read my book although I’ve been on the same page for almost 2 hours not even knowing what’s going on. All I could think about was Harry and that kiss. That mouth watering, hungry, devouring kiss. Oh the way his plump pink lips felt against mine. The way they moved in sync. His hands holding me gently, pulling me in for more. He was so hot, so fascinating, just thinking about him gave me tingles in areas I shouldn’t be getting. I bite my lip at the thought of him and me together. Naked. In bed. If he’s a great kisser, it would be no surprise to see how great he was in bed. I mean, from the rumors I’ve heard about Harry sleeping with loads of girls, no girl has ever mentioned if he was ever good or not. So it made me question whether those rumors were actual rumors or real information. Still, it didn’t stop me from thinking about Harry in the dirtiest ways possible. It didn’t even cross my mind why I was thinking of him like this. It was the kiss. That kiss was just so pure and pulling. The more I thought about it, the more I wish I had that chance to lock the door and see how far we’d go before Mason had walked in on us.
My phone buzzed. It made my nightstand treble. When I glimpsed at the screen, I saw a text from the contact named, “Asshole” and I smiled because I knew exactly who it was. “Hey. You still up?” another text came in as I still held my phone in my hand. “I wanna talk.” I was a little surprised yet mainly eager that Harry had texted me. Usually when he does, he asks about Mason and where he is and stuff. But it made me a little giddy yet nervous that this was for me. I replied letting him know I was still awake. I debated on adding a smiley or not but I decided it was better not to in case whatever Harry had to talk to me about was good news or not. iMessage showed me he saw my text, and was typing a reply. “Look out your window”. My heart leaped out of my chest. Wait… what? I gripped my phone and pressed it against my chest as I quietly crept towards my window. I peered down at the view and saw absolutely nothing. I furrowed my brows and brought my phone up and another text flew in before I unlocked my phone. “Look at the dark car across the street”. I did so, and through the dark windshield, I saw a hand wave. I scoffed, but smiled to myself. He came to see me? I decided to not be such a pussy and unlocked my phone to call him. “Hello?” He whispered, and I giggled.
“Why are you whispering? Aren’t I the one in house arrest?” I asked, and I heard him chuckle. “Sorry. I just thought your brother would spaz out if he heard us talking, at least.” “Oh he would,” I said as I sat at the edge of my bed, “but what if he did catch us? Then what?” I asked. “Wouldn’t he tell your parents?” Shoot. I hadn’t thought about that. “Mm, okay. You have a point there.” I giggled again, and something told me he was grinning against the phone. “So uh, didn’t you wanna talk to me?” I questioned. “Oh, yeah” “Are we gonna talk like this?” I heard him murmur then sigh. “I was actually thinking if you could find a way to sneak out”. I thought about it for a moment. “Well, my window does look easily climbable…I guess I can.” “Really?” He sounded almost too surprised. “Yeah… what? You didn’t think I’d do it.” “Well, yeah. Basically.” I rolled my eyes and walked over to my closet to put on some shoes.
"Whatever. I’ll be right out." “Okay." Once my shoes were on, I cracked my door open and peered through to see Mason’s door shut. I close mine as quietly as I can and locked the door. I practically sprinted towards the window and poked my head out to look over at Mason’s room in case he happened to be sitting at the edge on those nights he wanted to be alone. But as I threw one leg over, I stuck my head out a little more to see his blinds were covering the window as well. I sighed to myself and threw my other leg over. I gently tiptoed over to the edge of the roof and lowered myself once I got closer to the tree that had a thick branch sticking out towards my window. I made my way down until the final branch and decided on jumping off the side with the most grass. I landed perfectly on my feet with a bit of a loud thump and glanced up in case Mason or even my parents had heard. I gave it a minute or two, and nothing. I sighed in relief, and stood upright from my squat position by the tree. I look over at Harry’s car and ran towards it. When I ran to the driver’s side where it wasn’t visible to Mason’s window, I noticed Harry wasn’t inside. I was startled from a tap in the backseat window.
I backed away a little until the door opened slightly and I heard that deep voice whisper, “get in here”. It was definitely Harry. I scurried around the door and hopped in quickly closing the door behind me. Before I had turned fully, Harry pulled me in from my neck in a kiss. It was a surprise at first but once he deepened the kiss, I began to feel relaxed and went along with it. He had one hand on my waist, the other still placed firmly behind my neck. My arms gripped his shoulders. I was eager to go a little farther, but Harry pulled away. He breathed out deeply, and although it was dark, his emerald eyes gave a little shimmer from the moons brightness tonight hitting his eyes. “I’m sorry about tonight. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble with your brother.” I scoffed. “He’ll get over it. I’m sorry I ruined your friendship with Mason.” He only shrugged. “It wasn’t working out anyway.” “What do you mean?” “Well, Mason’s a cool guy but a lot of people see him as my pet and I want people to know that he’s my best friend. But it’s not gonna change their minds if he keeps acting like a pet. No offense. I know he’s your brother, but you’re not there when it’s just me and him.” I chewed on the inside of my cheek, not knowing what to say at that moment.
“Well, I mean I can kind of took notice not too long ago.” “How?” He asked. “Well, take tonight for example. When you asked Mason if he was going to Madison’s, he asked if you were first.” His eyes widened in slight surprise. “Wow. I didn’t even notice that.” I nodded, completely silent. “Harry, do you mind me asking why you’re being so nice to me tonight?” He pulled in his eyebrows together. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again. “I don’t know, I mean, I always thought you were pretty cute. But what do you mean tonight? When was I ever so mean to you?” “Well, you do call me
spaz.” “It’s not like I call you bitch of anything”, he chuckles. I smile at him and glanced down at my hands, twiddling my thumbs. “I also wanted to talk about those rumors.” I furrowed my eyebrows and gestured for him to continue. “Well you know, with those ‘millions of girls’.” He air quoted. “Don’t get me wrong, I have gotten laid just not countless times, either. They’re not all true. And quite frankly, I don’t know who made them up.” He chuckled. “Then why don’t you say something about it?” I asked. He looked up at me and shrugged. “Well they started around the end of my freshman year and people thought it made me look cool. I dunno, I guess I just stuck with it. But now that I’m a senior, I kind of wish I had said something.” He said, looking down at the last sentence. “Why?” “…it’s hard looking for something serious when you have a reputation like that.” I nodded and looked down at my feet. I actually felt bad for Harry. He wanted something serious, but I guess he got turned down a lot because of those stupid rumors. “Plus, when I first saw you on my sophomore year, I always thought you were sort of cute.” He mumbled. My mouth dropped open slightly, but I kept my gaze on the ground. “But then I found out you were Mason’s sister, so I knew I wouldn’t be able to risk asking you out or anything… it was hard for me to stay away. You were just so… tempting.” When I look up at Harry, he’s biting his lip with a twinkle in his eyes that makes me curious as to what he’s thinking. His eyes travel from my legs to my chest slowly as if taking each and every one of my features. I didn’t change my outfit from the party because I was lazy and still taking in the whole kiss in the bedroom me and Harry were in at Madison’s place.
When Harry’s eyes finally reach mine, he quirks up an eyebrow at me and I swore I could feel myself beginning to melt. A sheepish whimper slipped from my lips and Harry smirked. He placed his hand on my knee and began to draw closer to me. I noticed the higher his hand traveled up my leg, the closer his face got to mine. I was a stone; completely frozen in my spot. Once he was mere inches close to my lips, he put his mouth gently against my ear. “I can just tell from your body language you want me just as much as I want you”, he whispers and I begin to feels my drawers getting damp. I suck in a breath and Harry chuckles against my ear. His fingers are dancing on my inner thighs, right against my heat. “I can only imagine how wet you are right now”, he says and I can take it no longer. I moan and shift so that I can face him. Once I look at him, I pull him in from the nape of his neck and kiss him harshly and hungrily. He groans softly against my lips and I moan. He wiggles his fingers still in between my thighs so I can spread my legs.
As I do so, Harry’s hands are fiddling with the button of my jeans and zipper. “Wait, are you-““I’m on the pill”, I interjected. He sighed with relief and continued what he was doing. “Lift your hips up off the seat please”, he murmurs against my lips and I oblige. I can feel him smirk on my mouth when his fingers slide across the thin material hugging my hips as he slides my jeans gently down my legs. My sandals are already off somewhere on the floor but I honestly could care less. I kicked them off my ankles and focused back on Harry. He began feeling up my thighs. He trailed his hands softly up close to my heat and gently squeezes until he cups my already dripping core. He runs his fingers softly against me with the soft lace in between his fingers. I moan softly and Harry begins to kiss down my neck. I tilt my head back for more access and moan again, a little louder this time when I feel Harry pull the material to the side and runs a finger up my wet folds. “You’re so wet, baby. Fuck, you sound so hot when you moan.” I tug at the hairs on the nap of his neck and he groans against my neck. He smoothly pushes a finger deep inside me and I yelp, “oh fuck, Harry your fingers feel so good”, he groans again and slips his tongue out gliding it across my neck. I grind against his hand so I could feel his finger thrust into me again.
“Oh, eager, aren’t we?” He chuckles darkly. He starts thrusting his middle finger inside me slowly. My mouth is hanging open, my eyes tightly shut. The only sounds are my breathing. Harry tilts his palm up so it touches my clit when his finger deepens inside me. I begin to yelp and whimper his name. “Ahh, oh Harry…” He added another finger and my breath hitched. He thrusts his fingers faster and I was moaning loudly in his car. He would curl his fingers upward and I wanted to scream. His lips were still attached to my neck, breathing deeply against my skin. He curled his finger up again and I could feel my stomach clench. “Harry… Ugh, Harry stop. You’re gonna make me cum.” Quickly, Harry slides his finger out and gets on his knees in front of me on the car floor. He uses his pointer finger to motion me forward towards him. I move in to close the inches between our lips and Harry pulls me closer and slyly shoves his tongue down my throat. He lets out a throaty groan when I grip his hips and pull them closer to me. His hands go from my neck, to my chest, a squeeze to my breast, and continue to travel down to my thighs.
His hands squeeze my thighs harshly and I yelp shutting my eyes, causing Harry to chuckle against my mouth. “I love the sounds that come out of that pretty little mouth of yours. I wonder what it sounds like when you’re gagging on my hard cock.” My eyes fly open to look at Harry and he’s biting his lip with an evil smirk plastered on his face. My breathing is unstable. This feels so erotic, so kinky; I can’t help but enjoy how far it’s going. Harry shifts and sits by the window and pats his lap. I turn and throw my leg over as I straddle him. He pushes me back slightly so our throbbing areas aren’t touching. He reaches down to his jean button but I stop him and wink. Immediately he knew I was signaling him that I want to do it for him. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue across his lips and his breath hitched in his throat. My fingers fumble with his button until I hear that little pop. I run my finger slowly up and down the zipper and he groans. “Fuckin’ hell baby, don’t be a tease.” I nip his bottom lip and tug them between my teeth as my index finger and thumb pull the zipper down slowly.
His hands grope my hips tightly; I’m careless and unaware that his finger marks might end up there in the morning. I reach my hand down his jeans and gently stroke his shaft covered by the black fabric of his boxers. Harry throws his head back and gasps at the contact of my hand against his throbbing length. I take the opportunity to leave love bites on his exposed neck. I leave a soft kiss and travel up beneath his ear. Harry moans and bucks his hips upward letting me know that I’ve reached his sweet spot. I closed lips on the soft skin and suck leaving my mark still roughly stroking his shaft in my hands. Harry’s hands are groping my ass harshly grinding his hips up to meet mine. I moaned loudly against his neck and met his thrusts. On my third thrust, it seemed Harry couldn’t take it anymore when he pushed me back against the back of the passenger seat. He reached into his boxer and pulled out his hard cock. I gasped at the sight of it. He was huge! How does he hide something this big in the tight fabric of his jeans? He must suffocate the poor monster!
He wrapped his fingers around my hips and lifted me before he aligned himself up under my soaked center. I was so ready for him but also scared about how much pain I’ll have to suffer because of the monstrosity he holds inside his pants. “This might hurt a bit”, he said, and before I could answer, he’s already pushing half of himself in me. I cry out at the expansion occurring inside me. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight!” He groaned. I reached behind me at the headrest of the chair I was leaning against. Once Harry was fully buried deep inside me, he waited for me to say it was okay for him to begin moving. I sucked in a breath and nodded slowly. My hips were still in his hold as he thrusted upward slowly for me to take in his size. Once he heard my soft moans, he knew it was time to take it up a notch. He was thrusting at full speed and I couldn’t help but begin to scream out his name like hell. “Harry! Fuck! Yes, oh right there, baby!” I yelled. Harry was panting. The ringlet of his curls now hung loosely and damp against his forehead.
“Mm, more Harry. Gimme more.” Harry stopped suddenly and sat me down with his cock still buried deep inside me. “Reach behind your head and hold onto the headrest tightly,” he breathed out. “With both hands.” I did as I was told and looked down at Harry who was shifting in his seat. He grabbed my knees from being flat on the seat beside him and lifted them so my feet were now flat down next to his bum. Harry slid out of me briefly before lifting me so he can sit on his knees on his seat. I looked at him confused and then my eyes widened when I saw the position he was going for. He reached forward and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close in this unbelievable position. Harry used one hand to line himself up again and looked up at me expectantly. “Ready?” He asked low. I nodded and he slid himself in me easily. He placed his free hand above mine that was gripping the headrest tightly and began thrusting. He was going at full powerful speed and I couldn’t contain my screams. “Harry! Oh fuck, Harry! Right there! Ugh, don’t stop.” He was panting uncontrollably; his breathing erratic. He rammed, pounded, whatever word similar to those was exactly what he doing to me. “Ugh, fuck Harry I’m gonna cum!” I screamed out. Harry slowed it down a bit and slid himself out. When I looked down, my head was thrown back again when he rammed back into me and I screamed. “Come for me, doll face”, he groaned, reaching down to take hold of my breast. He squeezed and pinched my tender, hard nipples. I was gasping for hair.
Everything about what he was doing to me was so sexy, erotic, kinky. I loved it. He slid out slowly and threw his entire length into me and continued the process repeatedly. I could feel the tension in my stomach beginning to form again; I start to clench around Harry. “Fuck!” He yelled. “Mm, baby, do that again.” When Harry thrusted back into me, I clenched again and Harry yelled again. “Fuck! Yes! Oh, just like that, baby. You’re gonna fucking make me cum.” My eyes rolled back into my head when Harry pounded himself into me again and I screamed out when I felt my orgasm takeover. My vision became unclear and I was breathing fast. Harry’s thrust picked up speed again and soon he collapsed on top of me when he reached his climax. He was panting. His hair looked completely drenched in sweat. I sat up off the back of the passenger seat and leaned against Harry’s chest. Our bodies clammy and full of sweat and took breaths, trying to steady it back to its normal pace.
*
“So, now what?” I asked once I was fully clothed and looked over at Harry who was buttoning up his tight jeans. “What do you mean?” “I mean, well, what does this make us?” He bit his lip and shrugged. “I don’t know, honestly.” I nodded disappointedly, and I’m sure Harry noticed. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I really like you, and I have for a while now…” I looked up at him expectantly and he continued. “the problem is…” “My brother”, I finished the sentence for him. He had a point. My brother forbids me from seeing Harry; and if he found out what we had just done in his sex smelling car, he’ll quickly snitch to my parents. Now, you see, the thing with my parents is, they never really liked Harry. I mean, they did, but just not near me because of those rumors of him and a million girls. And I’m pretty sure you can guess how they heard about them. “So, what do we do?” I asked. Harry leaned against his car and motioned me toward him with his pointer finger. When I was mere inches away from him, he tugged at my arms and pulled me against him. He grinned sweetly down at me. “Well, I don’t know about you,” he said as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, “but how about we keep this our little secret for a while. Until this cools down a bit.” I quirked an eyebrow at him. “As your fuck buddy?” I asked with an attitude. Harry just chuckled. “No, spaz,” he tilted my chin up and pecked my lips. “as my girlfriend.” My heart fluttered and I smiled, nodding like a little schoolgirl. Harry laughed and kissed me again. It was a sweet lingering kiss I never wanted to end until he broke it.
“You should head back, baby. I’ve kept you out too long now. Go before they spot us.” I nodded again and headed back to my house, smiling to myself. “Babe?” He called, and I turned around to meet his gaze. He bit his lip and smiled. “I’ll text you tomorrow… or later.” I giggled to myself and nodded before I kept walking towards my house. I carefully climbed up each branch before I made it to the edge of the roof. I almost stumbled until I threw my hand and gripped the branch holding my balance. I glanced at Mason’s window. The light was off but there was one flickering through the curtains. I assumed he was watching TV or playing his game console. I gently tiptoed onto the roof and made it to my window. I took one last glance out onto the road and Harry was already taking off. I smile slightly before I make it into my bedroom and close the window behind me. I finally stripped off my clothes and put on some fresh pajamas. ‘I’ll take a shower in the morning’, I thought to myself because I was way too worn out to do it now. Plus, it was nearly five in the morning. I unlocked my door so my parents wouldn’t get suspicious in the morning. I put my hair in a bun and snuggled in my blanket beginning to feel warm and fuzzy inside. Before I fell asleep, I heard my phone vibrate against my nightstand. I unlocked my phone to see a text from, “Asshole”. Before I read the text, I go to my contacts and change the contact name from ‘Asshole’ to ‘Harry’ and added three hearts next to his name. I smiled proudly to myself and went to my message.
‘Goodnight, princess. Sweet dreams! I’ll talk to you tomorrow! :) .xxxxx’
I smiled again, and tapped my phone to reply.
‘:) goodnight, baby x’
I hit the lock screen and put it back gently onto my nightstand. I smiled throughout the whole night until I fell asleep feeling really to be able to claim Harry as mine. The only problem I was willing to risk was not being to tell anyone about it. For now, I’ll just have to do exactly what Harry said, and wait till it blew over. ‘Don’t think about it’, my subconscious whispered. ‘Just be happy he’s finally yours.’ And with that, I fell asleep with the biggest smile on my face.
Notes
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