Na Na Na

"Dammit Harry! I've had enough!" I yell as I throw my hands in the air.

I sling my duffle bag over my shoulder and storm out of our room.

"Babe, wait!" he called after me.

I ignored him as I took the stairs by two. I was done with our stupid fighting and all the double standards. Before I even had the door open an inch, his hand reached out and slammed it back shut. I gritted my teeth.

"What the fuck!"

I whipped around to face the messy head of curls, dimples, and green eyes that I called my boyfriend. He had a smirk on his lips that, even though I hated to admit it, sent shivers down my spine. Stupid body. Stupid Harry and his sexy smirk. I bit my lip as my eyes met his.

"You're not leaving," he stated, his voice low and husky.

My duffle slid off my shoulder causing me to roll my eyes. I sent him a glare before I bent to pick it up, but of course he grabbed it before I could and backed away from me, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Harry, give me back my damn duffle," I demanded as I stuck my hand out.

He shook his head causing his curls to bounce. My hand twitched as the urge to run my fingers through them surged through me.

"If you want it, come get it."

I narrowed my eyes at him as I growled, "Harold Edward Styles!"

He took off up the stairs. I knew what he was doing and I wasn't going to fall for it. My body decided to betray me though and before I knew it, I was up the stars and rushing into our room.

"Harry, stop playing and give me my damn bag," I growled again.

The door creaked and I whirled around to see him standing behind it. He had lost his shirt causing me to swallow hard. His body was undeniably sexy and he knew it was a weakness for me. My eyes scanned his torso, taking in his abs and V that I loved oh-so-much. I bit my lip as I squeezed my eyes shut. If I couldn't see him, it'd be easier to get out of this.

"Still want to leave?" he asked and I could tell he knew he was winning.

"Maybe," I breathed.

I felt the heat from his body as he stepped closer to me. I could feel his breath on my lips and I knew if he kissed me that it'd all be over. His hand caressed my cheek and I instinctively leaned into his touch. He pressed his lips to mine and all my anger vanished, replaced by lust and need. I wrapped my arms around his neck as the kiss deepened. He pushed me back onto the bed, straddling my hips as he did. He broke the kiss to kiss down my neck. His hands slid under my shirt, pushing it up as he went. Finally he pulled it over my head as his hands roamed my body. I bit my lip again to keep a moan from escaping my lips. He kissed over the tops of my breasts as he cupped one of them with his hand, rubbing my nipple through the fabric of my bra. I dug my nails into his shoulder as a moan escaped my lips.

He pushed his hands behind my back and I arched it a little to give him better access. Within seconds, he had my bra unclasped and was tossing it aside. He leaned up, his eyes scanning my bare breasts with admiration.

"Why do I love you so much?" I whispered.

He frowned as his eyes met mine, "I don't know. Do you not want to?"

I laughed, "I couldn't imagine my life with out you, honestly."

He grinned before pressing his lips back to mine. His hands continued to roam as mine mirrored his actions. He had my jeans unbuttoned and was already slipping the off my hips before letting me kick them the rest of the way off. He deepened the kiss once more, his tongue battling with mine for dominance. My fingers worked steadily as I tried to unbutton his pants. Once I finally had them, I snatched them down, along with his boxers. Harry chuckled against my lips as he broke the kiss.

"Greedy, aren't we?"

I shrugged, "Maybe."

He smirked as he snatched my panties down in one swift movement before I pushed them off with my feet. He positioned himself between my thighs as I locked my ankles around his waist. His green eyes met my own blue ones.

"I love you more than anything," he whispered.

My heart melted, "I love you too, Hazza."

Notes

"We make up and we break up all the time."