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You + Me + Him

17: The one with the heavy petting…

Early 2016

The Malik/Styles house was mostly dark when Alyssa snuck in the front door and slipped her shoes off, being sure to take them with her up to Harry’s room. She was being as quiet as possible to go undetected by the others in the house as she tip-toed up the stairs. She could hear Trisha and Des talking to one another from the living room and Waliyha talking on her phone in her bedroom. All was well.

As she reached Harry’s door, she noticed it was cracked open, like it was opened just for her. And it probably was. It excited her to be sneaking in the house to see him. It excited her because she was no longer weighed down by Zayn. He now knew where she stood and from the sounds of it, he was going to respect her wishes.

Alyssa knocked softly before she pushed open the door. Harry was sitting with his back to her at his desk with his laptop open. He didn’t hear her knock over the music he was playing and it made her smile. She was being pretty damn stealthy. She quietly shut the door and set her shoes down on his floor without him knowing.

“Harry,” Alyssa whispered as she tip-toed over to him. He swung around in his chair, wide-eyed and startled and Alyssa couldn’t help but laugh.

“Holy shit,” he said with a laugh.

“Sorry,” she said with a smile.

“If you were a murderer, I’d literally be dead right now,” Harry laughed as he stood up from the chair.

“You’re lucky I’m not,” she quipped.

“Yeah. For sure,” Harry said, his smile fading as he looked at her.

The two of them stared at each other for a few moments. It felt weird – awkward even. But Alyssa didn’t want it to be. She figured it was only weird because she still hadn’t really wrapped her brain around Harry being in love with her. It still baffled her.

“Hi,” he said quietly, letting his smile come back, wider than before.

“Hi,” she cooed, smiling back as she stepped toward him.

Neither of them were quite sure on what to do next. Do they hug? Do they kiss? Do they… uh… high five?

“I’m glad you came over,” he told her.

“I am too,” she said blushing, suddenly feeling like a girl with a crush. Butterflies were assaulting not just her stomach, but every inch of her body.

Harry moved closer yet to her, placing his hands gently on her waist. Her breathing hitch and in that moment she wanted nothing more than to have his lips on hers.

How did that happen so fast? Just that morning she only thought of Harry as Zayn’s little brother, her friend. Now… now she couldn’t get the idea of him kissing her, of him touching her out of her head. She wanted Harry’s hands to make her feel something – she wanted to feel the love radiating off of them.

Alyssa’s breathing hitched as Harry’s face moved closer to hers. A small smirk danced across his lips before they met hers. It was perfect, it really was. And she wanted him. She wanted him more than she ever did before.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as she stood on tip-toes trying to taste him, trying to show him she wanted it as much as he did. His lips and tongue explored hers in a rhythm that felt so right. She could feel his fingertips gripping anxiously onto the skin at her hips, trying to pull her closer yet to him.

Alyssa walked him backwards toward the bed and they dropped down on it. His eyes were wide, swirling with lust and wonder – staring straight into hers. Green versus blue.

Alyssa’s lips came down, finding his again as she sat astride his lap, but with one swift motion of his upper body, he laid her down on her back – him on top of her. His eyes looked down into hers, searching. His long silver necklace with a tiny silver paper airplane charm fell out of the top of his v-neck and dangled against her chest.

“You’re so beautiful, Alyssa,” Harry breathed as he watched her.

Alyssa was never really good at taking a compliment, so she tried to avoid it as she lightly grabbed onto his necklace, coaxing his lips back to her own.

He let his body relax into hers as they lay together and kissed for what felt like hours. She could feel his arousal against her thigh and it only made what they were doing more exciting. Harry’s hand moved slowly up the front of her shirt, tickling the flesh of her stomach – causing the muscles to tense and then relax. It was sweet torment.

“Harry. Oh, god,” Alyssa moaned as his lips attached to her neck and his hand moved further up her shirt, caressing the skin right below her breasts.

“Please, touch me,” she whispered.

Harry pulled up to look her in the eyes – always searching for something in them.

“I want to,” he whispered.

“Then touch me,” she told him, looking up into his beautiful green eyes.

“I-I just… I don’t want it to lead to something… I don’t want to do that so soon, you know. I mean, I want it to lead to that – I am a guy, but I want to take things slow, you know. I like this. I like that we can kiss without it getting too… involved,” Harry explained to her.

“I completely agree,” she told him, letting her lips turn up into a smile. He was so refreshing.

“Good,” he said, leaning down to kiss her lips, only to pull up again a second later.

“I just… I really like you, Alyssa. I always have. And… I don’t know. I want it to mean something special to you too,” he explained.

“This is special,” she told him honestly. He nodded, but she could tell he wasn’t satisfied with her answer.

“Harry, I like you. I do. I may not be feeling the same type of feelings you are – I mean, you’ve spent years developing those feelings. I just… I want you to know that I like you. But this… us – is something that is really new for me, so I don’t want you to get discouraged if I’m not always in the same mindset at you,” Alyssa explained to him.

“I understand,” he said, nodding his head.

They looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments. And Alyssa tried to work up the nerve to ask him a very personal question that she’d been dying to know for quite a while.

“I have a question,” she said hesitantly.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“Are you… are you a virgin?” She asked curiously, but suddenly wondered if she was stepping over a line or something by asking him.

But seriously, they were there and his hard-on was pressed against her leg and he was making it clear that sex wasn’t in the cards for them tonight. Could she really be blamed for wondering if it was because he was saving himself or something? But then it brought her back to when he was dating Samantha.

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Summer 2012

“What are you two up to?” Doniya asked Alyssa and Zayn as they sat outside Harry’s bedroom door giggling like little kids.

“Harry’s got Samantha in there and we can hear moaning and he’s got like music playing,” Zayn said, stifling a laugh.

“What?” Doniya asked as her eyes went wide.

“Yeah, seriously,” Zayn laughed as Doniya put her ear up to the door.

“Oh my god,” she mouthed.

They were all incredibly too old to be spying on their little brother who had a girl in his room. They we were all in their late teens/early twenties and Harry was eighteen – he could do what he wanted. But Harry made it clear in the past that he wouldn’t have sex with a girl unless he was truly in love with her.

“Maybe he’s just getting a really good hand job…” Alyssa said quietly after they heard Harry moan.

Seconds later they heard Samantha moan and all three of them giggled quietly.

“Or blow job,” Alyssa offered with a bounce of her eyebrows.

“No. Dude is getting laid,” Zayn said finally.

“Do you think he’s losing his virginity?” Alyssa asked curiously.

“If he is, that’s pretty awesome,” Zayn whispered, giving them the thumbs up.

“And we’re sitting here perving on him,” Doniya laughed, shaking her head.

“We should leave them alone,” Alyssa said finally, suddenly feeling bad that they were being so intrusive.

“We should,” Doniya agreed.

“You guys are no fucking fun,” Zayn said as Doniya and Alyssa walked away.

“Pervert!” Alyssa called after Zayn before he reluctantly followed her and his big sister away from Harry’s door.

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Harry smirked as an embarrassed laugh fell from his lips. Alyssa watched a blush creep up his face as his eyes met hers again.

“No,” he said finally, with a sly smile.

“Oh. Okay,” she said, feeling a huge blush creep up her cheeks.

“With Samantha?” She asked reluctantly.

“Yeah.” He nodded as his face fell back to his usual seriousness. She could only nod. It made sense.

“I don’t know. It was just… I don’t know,” Harry said, shaking his head.

“You don’t have to justify yourself to me, Harry. This… this is…” Alyssa started.

“And you with Zayn?” Harry asked, catching her off guard.

“Yeah,” she croaked out, feeling her throat go dry immediately. He looked a bit uncomfortable, but Alyssa knew it was because he didn’t like her and Zayn’s relationship.

“Anyone else?” He asked. Alyssa kind of froze. Their conversation was getting serious.

“Uh…” She stammered.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he said, realizing how intimate it was.

“No, whatever. Uh, just a guy named Miles that I dated briefly,” she told him.

“Miles. I remember him. Zayn told me about him,” Harry said, shaking his head, looking a little angry. Miles was certainly an asshole and a mistake.

“Yeah. It’s whatever though,” Alyssa said, shrugging it off, feeling incredibly uncomfortable all of a sudden.

Harry looked into her eyes again, just staring – hovering over her.

“I’m glad we’re here right now,” Harry said finally.

“With that being said… I was kind of really enjoying where this was going. You really are a good kisser, Harry,” Alyssa said, feeling relieved to be able to change the subject. A wide smile ambushed his face before he came back down kissing her hard on the lips.

And they were back.

Harry’s hands were more willing to give her what she wanted. He pushed up her shirt, revealing her yellow lace bra. The look in his eyes when he saw her chest was one full of excitement and wonder and Alyssa was sure he was living out a fantasy he had about her multiple times. It made her smile.

“Take it off,” Alyssa coaxed. His eyes met hers momentarily, before he gripped the hem of the shirt and pulled it over her head.

He drank her in, scouring every inch of her bare flesh with his eyes before his mouth came down and kissed the tops of her breasts that peaked out above her bra. Her fingers laced up into his curly hairs as his mouth worked over her.

Alyssa felt Harry’s hand come up and grip gently onto her right breast as his mouth worked up the side of her neck. Yes. Oh, yes. She opened her legs wider to accommodate his body, resting her feet against his calves. Moments later she felt him grind up against her and her head fell back as she let out a deep moan. She tried to be as quiet as she could so they weren’t heard by anyone in house, because she knew how awful that would be.

Harry’s fingers got a little more daring and pulled down the front of her bra to pull out her breasts, taking the time to savor each one of them with his eyes. He was precious – seriously killing her with his impeccable admiration, like she was the first girl he’d ever seen half-naked.

Alyssa’s fingers slid up his back, gathering the fabric of his shirt with them, pulling it over his head. His necklaces tapped against her chin from the motion before it fell against her chest once again when his mouth was reunited with hers.

With Harry, Alyssa just wanted to forget that she was a twenty-two year old experienced woman. She wanted to regress back to being a girl, on the cusp of all things sexual. She wanted to pretend things weren’t incredibly complicated with her and his brother. She wanted to pretend it was just her and Harry. And that he was the first person to touch her. That it was just them. That’s how he made her feel and she loved it. She loved every second of it. She loved that he already put it out in the open that he wasn’t looking for sex so soon. He just wanted to explore her. He just wanted to be with her, in the moment. All the pressure that came along with sex just dissolved from her body and she was able to just be with Harry.

Harry left his boxer briefs on and didn’t make a move to take off her panties, not wanting things to accidentally get too serious. Dry humping and heavy petting was enough for the two of them that night. Harry’s relentless rhythm against her was enough to get her to the brink.

“Oh, God, Harry. Oh. God,” she moaned lowly as her body began to tingle and her toes began to curl in. Pleasure engulfed her as her body shook with sparse tremors. Harry watch on, looking satisfied that he was capable of making her come without seriously trying.

“Did you just…” Harry whispered as he stilled his movement.

“Uh-huh,” she breathed as she nodded, trying to catch her breath.

A shy smile turned up his lips and he buried his face in the nape of her neck, abandoning his movements all together. As her heavy breathing subsided, Alyssa closed her eyes and tried to bask in the wonderfulness of the moment. It felt great to be in Harry’s arms, in his bed.

“Do you want to sleep here… with me?” Harry asked quietly.

“Uh…” Alyssa stammered, her eyes shooting open, remembering about the last time she slept in his bed.

“You don’t have to,” he said, sounding disappointed.

“I just… what if Trisha walks in, in the morning again?” She asked.

“Uh, um… well, we can say you and Zayn got into another fight,” Harry said, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“I guess that would work,” Alyssa said. It was definitely plausible. It’s happened before.

“What do you mean ‘I guess’? It’s like the norm with you two,” Harry said and Alyssa shuffled awkwardly underneath him.

“Sorry,” Harry said, realizing that talking about Zayn was making her uncomfortable.

“We actually did get into a fight,” she admitted quietly.

“Oh,” Harry said, sitting up. Alyssa sat up too, pulling Harry’s blankets up over her bare chest.

“He wondered why I ditched him this morning. And I pretty much told him ‘never again’… that we wouldn’t be doing that with each other ever again. And that I deserve to be happy,” she explained. Harry tried to hide his smile, but she saw it.

“You do deserve to be happy,” he told her.

“Yeah,” she said, averting her gaze from him.

“What did Zayn say?” Harry asked curiously.

“He agreed,” she told him.

“He did?” Harry asked, sounding shocked.

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“So he’s going to leave you alone?” Harry asked.

“Well, he’s my best friend. We’re still going to be friends, Harry. But the sex is over,” she assured him. Harry looked relieved – so incredibly relieved. And his smile showed it.

“Let’s just… let’s just go to bed,” Alyssa said, bending over the side of the bed to retrieved Harry’s t-shirt, sliding it over her head and down her body.

“Okay,” Harry said, crawling up to settle next to her in the bed.

Once the lights were out and they were settled, Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body into his. He was the big spoon and she was his little spoon.

Notes

Soooooo... who's TEAM HARRY?? ;)

Comments

Eek. We need door locks and updates. Please.

En_1960 En_1960
5/29/19

People have got to start locking their doors!

En_1960 En_1960
5/29/19

@MelissaStylesInStyle

Oh no no no. It gets even worse from here.

lisavslisa lisavslisa
8/13/18

Shit I thought the pregnancy thing was the drama you were talking about but now you drop THIS BOMB?! I’m ready but not ready :s

Oh hell...

Kammy. Kammy.
8/13/18