He's Not Worth It

Work dragged on and Maggie’s co-workers kept asking if she was okay. They were obviously referring to her grandfather’s death, but the bags under her eyes and her disheveled look wasn’t only attributed to that. Harry was a big part of it and every time they brought it up, it made her heart ache. She knew she would have to face him when she went home that night – she promised him. She knew they were going to hash out the details of it all – she just didn’t know if she was really ready for it yet.

On her break, she sat in the offices of the library and went on the computer, checking the gossip sites for the things Harry said were printed about them. Everyone in the gossip world was blogging, tweeting and virtually talking about how Harry “cheated” on her with Kendall and how she was a mess over it. Okay, they didn’t have the story exactly right, but it sort of went like that. There were pictures of Kendall showing up at Harry’s house that day. Then pictures of Kendall answering Harry’s door after Maggie knocked. And pictures of Harry running after her to her house. The pictures were really low resolution – being shot from a far distance, but they were there. The paparazzi were stalking them again.

Reliving it all through the eyes of the media, just made her sad on a whole new level. She hated that she and Harry were ripped apart. She missed him. She wanted nothing more than to go back to that day and just knock on his door and have him answer – no Kendall, no drama. She wanted things to be perfect and normal again. She wanted to hold him in her arms and tell him she missed him and she loved him.

She sat with her head in her hands at the desk as tears streaked down her face. She was so heartbroken and all she wanted was for Harry to make her feel better.

“Maggie, dear. Are you okay? Do you need to go home?” Ruth, the head librarian, asked.

“I’m… I’m fine,” Maggie said, wiping her tears away, trying to compose herself. She was on her last fifteen minute break of her eight hour shift – only two hours left. She could muddle on.

“Non-sense, dear. You get your things and you go home. We’ll manage here,” Ruth insisted.

“Ruth. Really, I am fine,” Maggie told her. But she just waved her words off.

“Maggie, go. That’s an order,” she said with a small smile.

Maggie stared back at her boss wondering if she should take her up on the offer since it was rather slow at the library that day.

“Go,” Ruth said again. Maggie nodded her head and stood on her feet. She wasn’t going to sit around and argue with her. She felt like shit.

“Thanks,” Maggie said quietly before she walked passed her out of the office.

“You’re welcome, dear,” Ruth told her.

When Maggie walked down the outside steps of the library she was immediately bombarded by stationed paparazzi. Fear spread through her. This was the last possible thing she needed to deal with.

“Maggie, is it true? Did Harry cheat on you?”

“Have you and Harry broken up, Maggie?”

“What does Kendall have to say in all of this?”

Questions were flying at her left and right, but she ignored them all – pressing onward toward her car. The drive home was nerve-wracking. She didn’t know what she was going to say to Harry. She didn’t know what she was going to do.

When she pulled into her parking spot at home she took a deep breath before she got out of the car. She was preparing herself for another onslaught from the paparazzi and for Harry to bust out of his house demanding they continue their chat. When neither happened, a sense of relief washed over her. Harry’s Range Rover wasn’t parked in its normal spot and it made her sad. She felt so many conflicting feelings. She wanted to see him, but she didn’t know how to feel about him. She was excited at the thought of being in his presence, yet she still didn’t know whether or not things would be okay between them.

She felt lost, when all she wanted was to be found again. She knew she wanted Harry to be the one to rescue her.

Maggie walked into her quiet, empty house and took a cleansing breath, feeling better than she had since her grandfather died.

She tackled the task of laundry – which she planned to do the night before, but failed. As she was checking all her pockets for items that weren’t supposed to go through the wash, she pulled out a piece of paper from her jeans. Unfolding it, she realized what it was. Harry’s note. I love you, Maggie May. Please talk to me. – H

Tears immediately ravaged her eyes. She loved him so much. She stood there so lost and so broken and realized that none of it made sense. It didn’t make any sense to live like that.

What she and Harry had was special. He never made her feel anything but special – like she was the only girl in the world when they were together. He never looked at other women. He never talked about other women. He looked at the world and saw only her. And how did she get so lucky to have that? How did she never notice it before? How could she let it all go?

Maggie wiped at her eyes, breaking herself out of her own thoughts. She looked down the hallway and knew what she had to do.

She quickly walked out of her house, heading to Harry’s door, still holding the note in her hand. She knocked, hoping and praying he was there. His Range Rover wasn’t there before, but she was hoping he was there now. When the door opened revealing her handsome boyfriend, she threw herself into his arms.

“Maggie,” he gasped as she cried against his chest.

“Maggie, are you okay?” Harry asked, pulling her away from him so he could see her.

“I love you,” she said for the first time as the tears streamed from her eyes. He looked to be in a state of shock, but he quickly let a smile take over his face.

“I love you too, Maggie May. I love you so much,” Harry said, pulling her tightly against him, their hearts beating against one another’s.

“You are worth it,” Maggie breathed in his ear. Harry grabbed her by the face and planted his lips straight on hers.

“I love you.” Kiss.

“I love you.” Kiss.

“I love you.” Kiss.

Maggie’s eyes were blurred from her tears, but she could have sworn when she looked up into Harry’s eyes she saw his own tears welling.

“Harry…” Maggie breathed.

“Maggie May, I promise I’m going to treat you right. I promise,” he said, wiping at his eyes. He was crying. Harry was crying over her. He was crying tears of happiness because of her.

“You do treat me right, Harry. You do,” she assured him, lightly laughing through her tears.

“I love you,” he said again and kissed her once more.

“I love you, Harry,” she told him as they rested their foreheads against one another’s.

From inside of Harry’s house Maggie heard Hemmy whine. She broke away from Harry to look over his shoulder, spotting the dog standing at the top of the steps looking straight down at them.

“Oh, Hemmy,” Maggie giggled as she wiped her tears.

“He misses you,” Harry said quietly, wiping his own tears.

Maggie stepped into the house and moved toward Hemingway. He wagged his tail and panted his tongue before he let out an excited bark.

“Hemingway, no bark,” Harry called to scold the dog.

“He’s just excited. He misses his mommy,” Maggie said, crawling up toward her baby.

“He does miss his mummy. I missed his mummy too,” Harry told her.

“Hemmy, you don’t have to worry. Mama’s not going anywhere ever again,” Maggie said, petting the dog’s ears.

“Ever again?” Harry questioned.

“Never,” Maggie said, turning to look back at Harry.

“I can live with that,” he said, smiling widely. Harry crawled up toward Maggie on the stairs and kissed her passionately, causing Hemingway to bark again.

“Hemingway,” Harry scolded again.

“He did this the last time you kissed me on the stairs,” Maggie pointed out through a giggle.

“Remember where we went last time?” Harry asked, smiling against Maggie’s lips and she let out a laugh.

“I’ll race ya!” Maggie yelped, getting up quickly to run up the stairs.

“No! Not so fast!” Harry laughed, grabbing her hips to pull her back.

“Harry!” Maggie whined as he pulled her down onto the stairs so he could get a head start. Hemingway barked at the two of them.

She chased after him as they ran to his bedroom. Harry grabbed her into his arms and they fell onto the bed giggling. But Harry’s expression grew serious quickly, looking into Maggie’s eyes. He brushed the hair out of her eyes with a swipe of his finger.

“I’ve missed this, Maggie May. I’ve missed you,” he said lovingly.

“Is this real, Harry?” Maggie asked with a smile.

“Is what real?” He asked, furrowing his brow.

“Us. This. Our fairytale,” she asked, smiling at him.

“Yes,” he stated simply before he pressed his lips to hers.

Maggie took the opportunity to straddle her leg over him, while he laid on his back. His hands immediately found her hips as he looked up into her eyes.

“I want to feel this way forever. I want to feel you forever,” she told him.

“You’re all I want, Maggie May. And I hope it’s the same for you,” he told her.

“You’re all I want,” she confirmed, leaning down to kiss him.

From behind them, Hemingway barked again, breaking them out of their lovefest.

“Hemingway—” Harry grumbled.

“Hemmy, no bark,” Maggie said, turning to see him standing in the doorway. He cocked his head looking at the two of them curiously.

“Oh, Hemmy,” Maggie said, getting up off of Harry.

“Hey, where are you going?” Harry said, sitting up on his elbows.

“My dog misses me,” Maggie said, smiling at Harry as she knelt down by Hemmy, petting his head playfully.

“Your boyfriend misses you,” Harry retorted.

“He’s just a boy, Harry. He doesn’t understand,” Maggie said, smirking at him.

“I’m just a boy too,” Harry whined, pouting out his bottom lip. Maggie smiled as she rolled her eyes at Harry.

“Hemingway, you’re such a cock-block,” Harry grumbled to the dog.

“Ear muffs!” Maggie laughed, holding her hands over Hemmy’s ears.

“I’m about to throw him in the kennel and throw you in this bed, Maggie May,” Harry said, getting up from the bed to execute the threat.

“Hazza!” Maggie laughed.

“Hemingway, go play,” Harry said, shooing the dog.

“Harry. Aww, my baby,” Maggie said as Hemingway ran off into the living room. Maggie stood up as Harry closed the bedroom door.

“Maggie…” Harry said, stepping closer to her.

“Harry…” She smiled at him.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said, for about the hundredth time.

“I’ve missed you too, Harry,” she told him honestly as his lips connected with hers.

Harry’s fingers slowly trailed up into her shirt and she knew where it was going. After their biggest fight – their only fight they’ve ever had, he wanted to make up. And any idiot could guess what kind of making up he wanted to do.

“I feel like I haven’t held you in a year,” Harry breathed against the sensitive skin of her neck.

“It’s only been a week,” Maggie told him with a smile on her face.

“The hardest week of my life,” Harry replied.

“I can assure you, it was harder for me,” Maggie countered.

“Oh, love. I’m sorry. I know. I’m sorry,” he said, stopping his sexy-time to look her in the eyes sincerely. His brow furrowed, concern washing over him – hoping he didn’t offend her.

“We were just getting to the good part. Don’t stop now,” Maggie said, smiling at him.

“Are you doing okay, love? I mean, do you want to talk about it?” He asked. She knew he was referring to her grandfather. And no, she did not want to talk about her grandfather right before she was about to get down with her boyfriend.

“No, baby. I’m fine. We can talk everything through later,” she told him, pulling his body closer to hers.

“Are you sure?” He asked, showing concern.

“And you call Hemingway a cock-block,” Maggie laughed. He smiled widely at her before he kissed her delicately.

“You’re going to need to do better than that if we’re going to have angry make-up sex,” Maggie said, smirking at him.

“I’m not angry,” he said sweetly as he tugged on this back of his collar and pulled off his t-shirt.

“I can slap you across the face or something if it’ll get a rise out of you,” Maggie giggled and Harry let out a boisterous laugh.

“The make-up sex, well that’s a done deal,” he told her, disregarding her comment as he pressed his body against hers before pulling her toward the bed. Maggie giggled as he maneuvered her onto the mattress in one swift motion.

“Harry Styles, how do you always get me into these compromising positions?” Maggie giggled as his hands worked swiftly at pushing her shirt up.

“Mm, I’ve got skills,” he said, smiling down at her, lust swirling in his big green eyes.

“Now that’s an understatement,” Maggie laughed as she took the opportunity to push him onto his back and take over the control.

“Ready to be punished, Styles?” She asked as she unbuttoned his jeans.

“Punished?” He chuckled, looking up at her with intrigue in his eyes.

“Yeah. You’ve been naughty,” she stated evenly.

“Please, don’t be too hard on me,” he laughed.

“I’ll leave the hardness up to you,” she said, swooping her hand over the bulge in his pants.

“Mmm,” he groaned, closing his eyes to relish in the pleasure of her touch.

Getting him naked was fast and easy. He was all too eager to let her pull off his pants and boxers. As Maggie stood up from the bed, admiring the magnificent masterpiece that was Harry Styles, she heard Hemmy whining and scratching at the door.

“Oh, Hemmy. He’s so sad, daddy,” Maggie said, scrunching up her face in anguish.

“He’s not coming in here, Maggie. This is mummy and daddy time,” Harry said, sitting up on the bed only to grab onto her hips and pull her toward him.

“Oh, listen to him,” Maggie whined, jutting out her bottom lip.

Harry quickly leaned over to his nightstand grabbing his cell phone to turn on some music that came through his Bluetooth speakers, drowning out Hemmy’s whining. It only made Maggie feel worse for the pup.

“Hazza…” Maggie said with a sad face.

“Maggie May, Hemingway will be just fine. He’s being a big baby. He’ll be fine,” Harry told her sternly. Maggie gave him a playful glare.

“You’re really adamant about this angry sex aren’t you? Because that’s where it’s headed,” Harry quipped, smirking at her.

“Ooh,” she cooed, throwing her arms around his neck.

“I need you naked,” he said as he kissed her chest, his hands reaching around to unhook her bra.

“How did you do that?” Maggie giggled as her bra fell forward on her arms and she dropped it onto the floor.

“I told you, I’ve got skills,” he said proudly as a smirk pulled up his lips, causing his dimple to sink into his cheek.

“I am so turned on right now,” she groaned, kissing him hard.

“Mm,” Harry moaned into the kiss as his hands came up to cup her breasts, kneading them with his fingers.

He broke the kiss only to let his mouth drop down against the delicate peaks of her breasts as his hands went lower, unbuttoning her jeans and lowering them slowly. His mouth didn’t leave her until it was forced to so he could continue his mission of disrobing her. But then it quickly found new territory – the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He quietly marked her, sucking a tiny spot until it was red and purple – a metaphorically Harry was here just for her. His mouth hovered over her panty-clad center, before his naughty little fingers wrapped themselves around the sides of her panties, pulling them down, down, down.

Harry lifted her leg up over his shoulder as his mouth met her center. His tongue and his lips and his… mmm. Her fingers tangled up in his hair, gripping tightly – dying from his magic mouth.

“Oh god, Harry. Oh god,” she moaned as the pleasure engulfed her.

“Mmm,” he moaned over her heated skin, sliding his tongue across her most sensitive of areas before he sucked and then licked some more.

“Harry… god, I can’t stand anymore. I’m going to fall over,” Maggie groaned as her toes kept trying to curl under from the pleasure he was feeding her.

He slowly pulled away, smiling up at her. He got up on his feet and kissed her softly before he gently maneuvered her onto the bed again. Maggie crawled backwards up it as Harry crawled on top of her. She assumed he was going to continue where he left off, but like an eager beaver he positioned himself right up against her, pushing inside – sans condom.

Harry’s thrusts seemed to keep with the rhythm of the music playing through the room, which was okay by her because it was a rather fast tempo song and that’s what she wanted. She wanted it fast. He had her gasping and moaning, her fingernails dug into the flesh of his back as he kissed up her neck and worked in and out of her over and over again.

Soon Maggie’s body was writhing below him as the pleasure absolutely consumed her. Harry let out a groan from deep within himself a moment later and she knew he was close. His kisses against her flesh were hot and wet and electrifying and she wanted more.

“Harry… God… faster. Oh my god. Faster,” Maggie moaned as she pulled up her knees closer to her body to give him more room to go deeper. His motions sped up causing Maggie to shake and pant for him.

“Oh god, oh god,” Maggie gasped as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm – the toe tingling, mind-medling, earth-quaking rumble of pleasure.

“Oh, Maggie. You feel so good,” Harry moaned in her ear as he buried his face deep in the nape of her neck.

And there it was, crashing through her like a tidal wave – destroying her in the best way possible.

“Ohh,” Maggie moaned when she couldn’t take it anymore.

And then Harry was tensing above her, letting out a deep guttural moan with his orgasm rushing through both of them. And it felt so good, she almost couldn’t breathe when Harry’s body collapsed against her own.

Harry’s breathing was heavy in her ear, their bodies wet with perspiration. She missed this. She missed his closeness. And she realized she never wanted to be away from him again. She loved him. More than anything.

Harry leaned up, kissing her face until their lips met again.

“I love you so much,” he told her quietly.

“I love you, Harry,” she replied, feeling the words deep within her soul.

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