Turning Tables

Once the door was shut behind them, Harry dropped Cali onto the bed, standing above her. She bit her lip as she looked up at him. He was looking down at her, his eyes were filled with lust and wonder.

“This dress… it was made to give a bloke a hard-on,” Harry said, smirking at her as he slid his hands smoothly down her body. Cali couldn’t help but smirk at him.

“And your body… oh god, your body,” he groaned as he gripped onto her hips and pulled her bum to the edge of the bed, his body standing between her opened legs.

He grabbed for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his perfectly chiseled abdomen. She also got an eye full of his vast array of tattoos. She knew he had some, but she would have never guessed he has so many. Oh, God. He was incredible. Cali sat up, gripping onto his hips and Harry leaned down to kiss her.

“Unzip me?” She asked as she got up on her knees and turned around so he could help her out of her dress.

“Mmm,” he hummed.

Cali felt his fingers grasp the zipper at the top of the dress – and then his lips met the skin on her shoulder and he kissed all the way down as he pulled the zipper lower. Another erogenous zone – he seemed to know them all. Once the zipper was down, Harry’s hands slipped around her and worked their way into the front of her dress, pushing it down with his hands while his mouth moved seductively against her neck. Cali’s head fell back with a moan as his hands came back up and cupped her bare breasts.

“You have an amazing body,” he breathed in her ear.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

“Lie down,” he commanded and she obeyed – lying down on her back.

He grabbed the tiny black dress and pulled it off of her body, leaving her in only her black lacy thong. His hand rubbed up the length of her torso and his mouth met the ticklish spot around her navel.

“Oh, Harry,” she moaned, her fingers wrapping in the thick curls on the top of his head.

“Is that how you moan in your dreams?” He asked seductively, looking up at her.

“All the time,” she cooed as she smirked down at him.

“Oh, God,” he groaned.

His index fingers twirled around the sides of her lacy panties and slowly, as if he was cataloging every moment, pulled them down her long, slender legs.

“So god damn perfect,” he groaned. He was making her entire body tingle with anticipation.

Cali sat up on her elbows, looking at him. She wanted him to be as naked as she was. He eyed her, she eyed him and she almost couldn’t believe this was happening. Her younger self would be so ashamed of her now. Or would she?

Sitting up completely, Cali’s hands worked fast at unbuttoning and unzipping his tight jeans, all the while Harry stood there smirking down at her, his eyes hooded and glazed. Cali’s arms wrapped around his waist as she pushed his trousers and boxer briefs down in one fell swoop, revealing a thigh tattoo of a tiger’s head. The more clothes she took off of him, the more she learned about him. He kicked out of his trousers instantly, biting his bottom lip as he looked at her with his hazy eyes. She couldn’t help but get a good look of his girth – the large cock that stood at attention in front of her. She did that to him. She turned him on.

He was standing in front of her, naked as the day he was born. What a magnificent creature. Cali pulled herself up to stand in front him and his hands fell to her hips. They looked into each other’s eyes for what felt like forever. Her mind was no longer telling her to run. It was telling her that this was the closure she needed to block off all the hurt he caused her in high school. It wouldn’t undo it, but it could help her move passed it.

Her lips smashed into his and his hand came up to tangle into her dark locks. Their kisses were hurried and passionate. They both wanted each other so incredibly fiercely. Harry quietly guided her back to the bed and crawled up on top of her.

Cali could feel his erection pressing against her navel and it only made her desire it more. His hand came down and pulled her right leg up so her knee was parallel to his left hip. His other hand moved slowly down the front of her body and cupped her mound before slipping two fingers inside of her.

“Oh,” she gasped from the feel of his appendages filling her sensitive cavity.

He worked his fingers in and out of her as her head fell back and his mouth moved swiftly over her throat – kissing and sucking. This man was everything she dreamed him to be, but better. She never had a lover be so incredibly in tuned to what her body wanted – what her body needed. Somehow Harry just knew.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as his fingers sped up their rhythm.

Cali’s head leaned forward to meet his eyes, which were staring back at her. He was contently watching every reaction and twitch her body made as he finger-fucked her.

“Oh, God. Ohhh, God,” Cali moaned and reached down to stop his hand. The pleasure was way too intense.

Her body relaxed against the mattress as he slowly slipped his fingers out of her. His lips attached to hers again and she almost felt as if he would bruise them if he pressed any harder.

Harry pulled himself back up and reached across to the nightstand drawer, grabbing a condom out of it. Cali smirked at his ingenious thinking. There was no way her drunken sex-filled mind would have remembered. He must have been well practiced in this. She watched as he ripped open the foil wrapper and retrieved the little baby-blocker from it. He rolled it down his well-endowed shaft before positioning himself above her again.

“Are you ready, Calista?” He asked, and for some reason, she loved hearing her full name on his tongue. It filled her with a sense of acceptance – like somehow just by saying her name right before he was about to have sex with her for the first time made them equals or something.

“Yes, Harry. I am ready,” she answered, making sure to say his name too, even though she knew it wouldn’t mean the same to him.

He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips before his hand snaked down and guided himself inside her. Cali let out a gasp as pleasure raked through her body as he entered, filling her up completely. As he began thrusting, she began gasping for air. He kept up a nice steady rhythm as his mouth kissed along her collar bone and every thrust hit her spot.

“Oh,” she moaned.

“I love hearing your moans,” Harry breathed in her ear. She giggled, not only at his words, but because his breath tickled her ear.

“You’re beautiful,” he moaned. His words meant more to her than he could ever know.

“Faster, Harry,” she commanded, her fingers digging bluntly into his flesh, griping him tightly in her arms.

He pulled himself up and she was forced to let go of him, but he started thrusting in deeper, faster, harder until she was crying out in pleasurable moans.

“Oh, Jesus, Harry. Fuck,” she gasped loudly.

“Just like that?” He grunted.

“Just. Like. That,” she moaned one syllable at a time.

The banter fell to the wayside and all that filled the air was their skin-to-skin contact, their labored breathing and their occasional moans and grunts. It was filled with moments of pure pleasure.

“Oh… Harry… ohh…” She moaned as her body began to shutter and she knew she was close.

“Let go,” he urged her and she did. Her body trembled underneath him as he continued thundering into her. It made her orgasm last just that much longer. Harry came not long after with a force of a hurricane, grunting as he spilled himself into her.

Harry collapsed against her body a moment later, both of their breathing ragged and labored. Cali’s mind was spinning. Her whole body tingled with after-shocks and she knew she might not recover.

“Oh, God. That was…” Harry said breathlessly.

“Uh-huh,” she breathed.

“That was…” He repeated.

“Uh-huh,” she agreed.

“God,” he groaned as he pulled out, sitting up on his knees.

He slowly peeled the condom off and jumped up out of bed, leaving the room. Cali took the opportunity to snuggle up inside the covers on his bed. She was so tired, she couldn’t even move. She could already feel herself nodding off before he even came back. The last thing she remembered was Harry sliding into the bed with her before snaking his arm around her waist, spooning her to his naked body.

The morning light was bright. Cali already knew she didn’t want to be awake. She knew she drank entirely way too much last night after watching Harry’s band perform and by the ache she felt wrapping around her brain, she knew she would be nursing a pretty bad hangover. She buried her face deeper into the pillow. It smelt like men’s cologne and she couldn’t comprehend why, but she didn’t care either. Sleep was taking priority over everything and she wanted desperately to get back to it. She wondered what time it was, but didn’t dare open her eyes.

A flash of Harry’s naked body hovering over her flashed through her mind. Her dream last night was definitely intense, as she knew it would be after watching him perform onstage last night. Then she recalled watching Harry’s face as he came to his end. Her body froze. Her dreams never lasted until the end, especially not his end. What. The. Hell. Cali slowly opened her eyes, one at a time. It was so bright, she had to close them back up. Slower than before, letting her pupils adjust, she opened her eyes. She was not in her bedand she was definitely not alone.She sat up, holding the covers against her chest. Lying next to her, face down on his stomach was none other than Harry Styles.

Dear God.

There was an intensified sense of shame that washed over Cali because the memories of having sex with Harry. She was waking up with all these images in her head of them together and she was quickly realizing they were no longer just dreams. It was reality. Things with Harry drastically changed in one drunken night and now she was waking up in his bed, naked.

Slowly, she crawled out of his bed, making sure not to wake him. She looked down at the clothes discarded on the floor. She really didn’t want to put that dress back on. She grabbed her underwear and put them on, but then grabbed Harry’s t-shirt and boxers and threw them over herself.

She gathered her dress up off the floor and looked over at Harry sleeping in his bed. He really was beautiful. She took a moment to gaze at him before she tip-toed out of his room, quietly closing the door behind her. She found her purse sitting by the couch in his living room. After she retrieved it, she slowly opened his flat door, praying no one would see her. Except she wasn’t so lucky. The post man saw her walk of shame. Ha. She unlocked her flat door and went inside.

She can’t believe she did something like that with Harry, of all people. She went to her bedroom immediately and stripped out of Harry’s clothes. The shower was screaming her name. She let the hot water wash over her, cleansing Harry from her. But it would never be able to cleanse her mind. She could still feel Harry all over her. She could feel him in her. It wasn’t something that was just going to go away.

After she got out of the shower, she dressed in sweats, feeling like she just needed to relax and lay low. But how low could she lay when Harry lived across the hall? She had a feeling he would come looking for her, so she left. She took the tube to her sister’s house in South London. She needed someone to talk to and she figured Viv was busy waking up next to Rhys.

“What are you doing here, Cali?” Her sister Reina asked with a smile.

“I need to talk to you,” she told her.

“Why do you look so…” She trailed off, staring at her younger sister oddly.

“Hungover?” Cali asked, quirking her eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Reina laughed.

“Because I am,” Cali grumbled as her sister let her in.

“So, what’s going on?” She asked as the two of the moved deeper into the house.

“Uh, you know how I told you that Harry Styles lives across the hall from me now?” Cali asked, eyeing her sister.

“Yeah. That little fucker from high school?” Reina asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Yeah,” Cali said, looking shamefully down at the floor.

“What did he do to you, Cali? God. I can’t believe he is still pulling shit on you. What a fucking prick. He’s a grown man,” she scoffed angrily.

“No… God, no,” Cali said, waving her hand through the air. Reina stopped to look at her, confused.

“We’ve been getting along actually,” Cali told her, another wave of shame filling her.

“Oh, Cali. You didn’t,” Reina gasped, realizing what happened. Cali looked up at her with guilty eyes.

“I did,” she said, nodding her head, looking away from her sister’s disappointment.

“You slept with him!?” She yelped incredulously.

“We were really drunk. I went to see his band play and… and he’s been really nice lately. And then we were in his flat…” Cali stammered her explanation as she began to pace the floor.

“What were you doing in his flat anyway?” Reina asked skeptically.

“Well, he had a bunch of people over, but they all ended up leaving to go to the bar. And I told him I was going to go home and sleep… but then…” Cali explained, but cut herself off.

“Then what?” Reina asked, intrigued about how on earth she would let Harry Styles have sex with her.

“Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his lap. And then we kissed… and God, I don’t remember a whole lot, but he… he was really good,” Cali told her, finally looking at her. Reina laughed out loud.

“I’m glad you can laugh at my misfortune,” Cali scoffed, staring at her dumb-founded.

“Well, it doesn’t sound like misfortune to me. It sounds like it was something you subconsciously wanted or else you wouldn’t have let it happen so easily,” Reina pointed out.

“Damn you and your psych major,” Cali said, glaring at her and Reina laughed again.

“Do you like him?” She asked curiously.

“I don’t know. He’s Harry Styles,” Cali scoffed.

“How does he make you feel?” Reina asked.

“Well, last night – pretty damn good,” Cali laughed lightly.

“Sounds like it,” Reina chuckled.

“I’ve been having a lot of dreams about him lately,” Cali went on to say.

“What kind of dreams?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow, like she was psychoanalyzing her.

“Uh… sex dreams,” Cali told her, biting at her lip.

“Interesting,” Reina said and Cali rolled her eyes.

“Well, in my opinion, if you like him just talk to him,” Reina told her.

“I don’t know if I like him,” Cali countered and it was Reina’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Sounds to me like you do,” she said with a light laugh.

“You really are no help,” Cali scoffed playfully.

Reina made Cali breakfast and she just hung around her house for a few hours before she decided to go back home. She was completely dreading seeing Harry. She just wanted to avoid him again, but as soon as she walked up the stairs, he opened his flat door.

“Cali…” He breathed.

“Hi,” she said, reaching the top of the stairs, her nerves making her stomach queasy.

“Uh… where did you go?” He asked curiously. He was only wearing pajama pants and it was hard to keep her eyes off of his abs and that damn massive butterfly tattoo.

“I-I had things to do this morning,” she told him, fibbing a little.

“Oh, okay. You know you could have woke me,” he said as his gaze fell to the floor.

“Listen, Harry… I can’t really remember a whole lot from last night, but I don’t think it was the best decision we made,” Cali said, knowing she didn’t mean what she was saying.

“Oh…” he said, sounding disappointed.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think we should…” Cali trailed off as his eyes came back up and met hers.

“It’s okay, Cal. Really,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Cali nodded, dropping her eyes away from him.

“Listen though, Harry…” She said quietly.

“Hmm…” He hummed.

“I-I’m really glad we’re… friends now, though,” she told him as their eyes met again.

“Yeah. Me, too,” he agreed as a small smile turned up his lips. He looked incredibly adorable and made her smile too.

“The post man saw my walk of shame this morning,” Cali grinned and Harry laughed out loud.

“He’s on to you now,” Harry laughed.

“Don’t I know it,” Cali laughed.

They stood there in an awkward silence for a moment before Harry spoke again.

“Uh. Did you take my clothes?” He asked curiously.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I didn’t want to put that damn dress back on,” she said, her cheeks blushing.

“It’s cool,” he said, smirking at her.

“Well… I’m going to… uh… go home now,” Cali told him, pointing back to her door.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay,” he said with a nod.

“I’ll see you,” she said, turning to her door, but looking back at him.

“Yeah, see you,” he said with a wave before he turned back to his flat and went in. Cali unlocked her door and went inside.

She couldn’t help but think that at least the sex established something – a friendship.

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