You're Still The One

(Charlie’s POV)

It was so dark. The deep bass of this particular pop song playing literally shook the room. This had to be the sickest party I had ever attended and that’s coming from someone who hates parties. I must admit, those One Direction boys sure do know how to throw a party. I couldn’t deny that I was having a great time. I met a new friend called Nina, who shared my common interests and goals in life. She was so sweet and so, so beautiful, also, she’s the lucky girl who gets to call herself Zayn’s girlfriend.



“Charlie, do you want to go get something to drink?” Nina asked me. Harry gave her a strange look. I couldn’t quite put a finger on what the look was implying but knowing him, he was probably trying to inform her that I wasn’t very good at holding liquors.



“Drink only water,” he ordered. He had made it perfectly clear that he was in fact implying what I thought he was, that I was a weak drinker, but he was right. I didn’t really want to look like an idiot in front of all those people I hardly knew. I smiled at his simple request and quickly caressed his cheek with my lips before disappearing off with Nina to the kitchen. She held my hand as she merged through the crowd, creating an invisible pathway, leading to our destination. We entered the kitchen and our only source of light in the entire house.



“Harry isn’t here,” she whispered, “help yourself to whatever you want.” She poured herself a shot of vodka and looked slightly disappointed when I didn’t join her. I shook my head and released a sigh. I felt bad for leaving her to it, alone. But, I couldn’t blatantly disregard Harry’s wish.


“No. I’ll pass...” I said indefinitely. She looked at me strangely before pulling her long brown hair in a bun before tossing her head back to take the shot. “I don’t want to me a drunken mess in front of everyone. It’s bad enough Louis doesn’t like me,” I pointed out. She scrunched her face at the burning in her throat.



“When Zayn and I first started dating, I thought the same thing,” she said pouring herself yet another shot. She quickly took it back and wiped her mouth, getting rid of the remnants of alcohol before continuing on. “He was so harsh...he told me I was ruining One Direction.” My eyebrows perked up almost instantly and my mouth hung open to her words. He had sort of done the same to me. “Louis and I are great friends now though,” She added. I had only hoped that I could call Louis Tomlinson a ‘great friend’.



Just as she finished her sentence, Louis came strolling in the kitchen. You could tell that he had already had one too many drinks as he could barely stand up on his own.



“Speak of the devil,” Nina mumbled, finally pouring the drinks for those who have asked for one back where the party was such as Liam, Niall and Zayn. Louis asked for one too, but he was already past the verge of drunkenness.



“Charlie! Just the person I was looking for.” He slurred my name with enthusiasm. Like, I was possibly his favorite person in the world; it was uncanny when I thought I was the least to him. Then, I remembered, he’s drunk. “I just wanted to apologize. I was being a real dick earlier and for that I’m sorry.” Though his apology sounded more like a spur of the moment decision than a heart-felt, “I’m sorry,” I took the gesture as a peace offering, anyway.



“It’s okay,” I said, smiling wide.



Nina handed the two beers to me, alongside two water bottles. Louis, then, threw his arm around my shoulder with Nina right on our tails as we strutted back to where the rest of the boys were gathered.



“Harry told me I’m your favorite.” Louis whispered in my ear upon our arrival back to our spot. I looked up at the smiling boy who could barely contain a laugh. I smiled and shook my head as we were joined again with familiar faces. I gave both Niall and Liam the beers they requested and I handed Harry one of the two bottles of water I held.



He was too involved in some banter with Niall to even notice my presence so I watched as Zayn kissed Nina ever so sweetly in appreciation to her kind gesture. It was the cutest thing.



I sat back and listened to the boys talk about nothing that was even slightly interesting to me. They were discussing a mixture of talk about sports and women, bor-ing. Instead of trying to be part of the conversation, like I wanted to, I just sat back and enjoyed the music. The songs played were incredibly catchy, making me want to jump to my feet and start dancing.



Nina was in the process of swallowing her drink when she jumped to her feet, humming ‘mmm’ repeatedly and hurried over to me.



All conversations were dropped instantly at Nina’s loud outburst. All eyes were on the two of us, enquiring minds curious to what was going to happen. I must admit, I was just a bit curious too myself.



“Dance with me?” She asked, presenting me with an open hand.



If I were drunk, I would do it. So, I did it. I kindly accepted the offer, joining my hand in hers and following her out onto the dance floor. I still felt lingering eyes on us and that was just what I wanted; Harry’s attention. Nina and I both swayed our hips simultaneously almost as if it were planned. I locked eyes on Harry who was staring back with lustful eyes. His gaze watched my every move.



“Hey beautiful,” a cracked voice managed to say, breaking my concentration. He was standing way too close for comfort. I quickly glanced back at Harry who had mysteriously disappeared from his spot on the couch. He stared down at me in a way I didn’t like. “Do you want to get out of here and go someplace quiet?”



“She’s with me.”



I was relieved to hear the voice of Harry coming to my rescue.



“Sorry, bro.”



The drunken chap raised his hands and backed off.



“You probably should have worn something else,” he commented bitterly, taking a quick glimpse at my attire.



I wore a simple dress that was a bit more revealing than others. It showed a little cleavage and it had an opening at the waist that revealed a bit of skin. The dress ended at about my mid-thigh, if that. It wasn’t much of a difference from what I usually wore except for the fact that had everything on display and it was a little tight but I was able to wear the dress and not suffocate, so I was fine. Bailey packed my clothes for me and we all know her styling choices. It was either wear this dress or show up in my joggers. Therefore, I really didn’t have much of a choice.



“But I wore it for you,” I said, also, looking down at my apparel. I looked back into his eyes and I noticed he was now smiling. With his hand notched onto my chin, tilting it upward his lips gently kissed mine. He left me leaning back in for more, as he stood in front of me, laughing. He thought teasing me was actually funny.



Two can play that game.



When I felt his hands move to my waist, I swung my arms around his neck and I played with a few stray curls at the back. He loved when I played with his hair and it sure as hell worked. He was flustered by my action and pressed his lips into mine more intensely. His hands were roughly gripping at the waist and I was mildly tugging at his hair to the point where he was growling into the kiss and we were attracting attention all around us. I turned my head slightly and there were Zayn and Nina who were watching and smiling at us.



“Why don’t we go home, yeah?” He suggested.



“But I don’t want to leave yet.” I replied.



He raised our arms to spin me and then quickly pulled me back. So my backside was to his strong chest. His hands were now at my stomach hauling me even further against him so I could feel the slight bulge in his pants.



“I need you now,” he whispered boldly in my ear. I closed my eyes at his deep, soothing voice, allowing my hips to swing back and forth against him to the slow song that played. He buried his face in my neck previous to him sensually biting down on it. I, then, realized how urgent this was because I needed him too.



“You think Zayn will let us use a room?” He almost laughed. I frowned.



“We may as well go to the bathroom...” Yeah, I said that as a joke but Harry grabbed my hand and we hastily fled to the bathroom, why, because I suggested it.



“Harry, I didn’t really mean—” I attempted to say only to be silenced by his lips. His soft, plump lips swept along my jawline and I felt his teeth abrade the skin. I tossed my head back, giving him easier access at the same time he pushed me up against the bathroom wall. His dark, lustful eyes focused solely on my reactions to him. His hand skimmed my inner thigh and I quivered. The corners of his lips hooked into a satisfied grin. I knew he liked watching me respond to his sensual actions, it made him feel dominant. Never taking his eyes off me, he stroked the inside momentarily until his fingers rested beside where I wanted him—needed him. My heart beat was fast paced, my chest rising and falling quickly as anticipation washed through me.



“We won’t be together for three months,” he pointed out, “let’s make tonight memorable.”



His fingers came in contact with my lace underwear and I nearly hissed. I gasped, closing my eyes tightly as he slowly stroked up and down my sensitive spot.



“Please,” I begged in the heat of the moment, roughly taking my bottom lip between my teeth. He lifted the hem of my dress, staring down at my red laced underwear which framed the ‘v’ apex of my thighs instead of concealing it.



“I really like these but for now, they have to go.” His fingers latched onto the waist band and drew them down my legs slowly, his body following the motion until he was on his knees in front of me and before I knew it, he had parted me with his fingers and flicked his tongue over my clitoris. My hands were flat on the wall behind me, curling my nails against the smooth plaster as he slid his tongue over my slick flesh.



“Spread your legs” he demanded and I had no reason to not obey.



His large hands cupped my bum, his fingertips pressed into me as his warm tongue stirred inside me. My fingers were laced through is muffled hair. I was so undeniably close. I was desperate for him. With one of my free hands, I fumbled with his belt buckle. I managed to undo the button to his jeans and pull the denim down slightly just enough to let him roam free.



I looked down with my lip still wedged in between my teeth as I moved my hand to touch him. My small hand took hold and as carefully as I could, I slowly pumped my hand up and down. Groaning deeply and throwing his head back, his hand shifted, so his soft fingers were moving up and down my slit, thumb rubbing my clit in circles. He loved watching me weaken under his restraint. It brought him satisfaction knowing he could satisfy me in all the ways I needed. His hand stopped me from stroking his hardened length. Instead, he wanted to focus all his attention on me.



Supportively positioning his hand behind my neck, he pushed a finger inside me. The shriek that parted my lips was the reason for his pleased smile. My hips went shooting forward against his finger. My eyes fluttered shut at the tingles spreading throughout my body.



“Look at me,” he boldly demanded. His focus was on the finger that moved in and out of me at an antagonizing pace and I was made to watch. “Do you like that?” he asked huskily. I nodded, not trusting myself enough to speak. Smirking, he added another finger and sped up so they were beating into me rhythmically. After I released a weakened whimper, he pulled his fingers out.



“I want you to taste yourself.” He whispered to my ear seductively, licking his fingers whole. My chest tightened, my heart rate speeding up. No one had ever said something like that to me before. And I never imagined that I’d like it, but I did. “I want you to love it like I do.” It’s like he was asking my permission and then telling me at the same time. All I was capable of doing at the moment was a small nod. He brushed my hair from my face before he leaned in and our lips collided and he parted mine tactfully, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. It was a small reminder of what he had just done to me.



“Harry,” I breathed in passion. “I want you so bad.”



Along with my words, he grabbed my waist, hoisting me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist as he held me against the bathroom wall. He moved against me, his pelvis thrusting against my delicate area, sending sparks of electricity shooting through me. He nibbled on my earlobe as he slammed into me repeatedly causing me to writhe in a combination of pain and pleasure but mostly pleasure.



“You’re so bloody tight,” he mumbled in my neck. His raspy voice and bold words pushed me further over the edge. I knew I wouldn’t be able to put off my orgasm for much longer.



I’d never imagined that I’d be having sex like this—against a wall, impatiently waiting for the next thrust. Every time, he plunged back into me I wanted to cry out. And I did, and when I did, his tall frame would tower me and he’d bend down slightly and he’d kiss my neck. His lips were warm and soft, just as he rocked back into me.



“I’m s-so close...” I moaned; it coming out more like plaintive cries. He reacted instantly, placing my feet to the floor but still, he held my right leg in the air. Pulling me roughly to his chest, he kissed my cheek.



“Let go, baby. I want to feel it happen.”



I closed my eyes and allowed my orgasm to break through me as Harry tore me apart, just like I dreamed he would. I dug my nails into his chest. His shirt was the thin barrier keeping from making any marks at the same time his hard muscles were tensing beneath my fingertips. “Harry,” fell from my lips numerous times as I released everything I had out to the open, my body quaking and clenching around him. Harry reached his peak a few heated strokes later, profanities spewing out as he pulled out. I watched him stroke himself until he released his warm fluids on me.



Afterwards, we were stood there, panting like we’d just run a marathon or something, our bodies were slick with sweat. We adjusted our clothing, cleaned ourselves as best we could, trying to make ourselves look presentable and not like we just shagged, in the bathroom, at a party...



“Well,” he said, his breathing starting to come out evenly, “let’s go see what everyone else is up to.”

Notes

*fans myself* Is it hot in here? I know this was pretty random, I just wanted to try it for fun. I hope you enjoyed it (;