Traces of Your Touch (An AU Fanfiction)
Chapter 25
A shiver ran down Aria’s spine when she noticed the look on Harry’s face. His expression; it looked so cold. She sat on the nearest couch without breaking her gaze from Harry’s face.
“What kind of proposal?” Aria asked, getting an inkling that she wasn’t going to like what Harry would say next.
Harry studied Aria’s face, trying to decipher what she was thinking. He moistened his dry lips before beginning to explain. He didn’t know how he would deliver his proposal without scaring her off. She wasn’t like the others. With the rest, just a look or a sign would be enough to explain his desires. But Aria? Harry could easily recognize her lack of experience in the field. The thought strengthened Harry’s resolve and he began.
“Aria, as you may know I have a certain standing in school. And although some of the rumors are questionable, there are a few that I can’t renounce.”
Aria frowned, not sure where this was going.
“Are you…aware of my reputation…with the female population in school?” Harry asked cautiously, determining whether the situation was in his favor. One wrong move could blow away his entire plan.
Aria’s entire face turned crimson when she remembered how she had overheard a few girls in the bathroom, just last week, discussing how massive his thing was.
“Uh- um. Y- yes. I think s- so.” The floor seemed to hold to Aria’s attention now.
Harry nodded, looking down, finding the floor more fascinating. “Aria, I’ll put it bluntly. I want you and from what I’ve seen, I can tell that you reciprocate this…this…hunger. So, based on our mutual attraction, I say we take a step further.”
By the time he had finished, Harry was unconsciously biting down on his lips and his eyes had turned the deepest shade of green. Aria was way too paralyzed to react. Take a step further? Had Harry Styles just asked her out? She didn’t dare believe it, for she believed that it may jinx her chances. Her heart started doing a back flip in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. She was still uncertain whether Harry had meant that. It seemed almost surreal. Having been unnoticed for six years of crushing over him, Aria found it unbelievable that he had not just noticed her but was also asking her to act upon their liking towards each other. Aria decided that she would ask upfront instead of making assumptions.
“Hold on! Are you…are you asking me out?” Aria’s voice came out as coarse whisper since her mouth had run dry.
“Asking you out?” Harry asked, a scowl appearing on his forehead. Where had she gotten that idea? Hadn’t she just said that she was aware of Harry’s reputation? “Babe, I don’t think you quite understand.”
“B- but you just s- said you’d like to take things f- further.” Aria felt a bit foolish by his forthright rejection. The frown deepened in her forehead when she was left feeling way more perplexed than before.
Harry let out a sigh once he deduced that she had completely misinterpreted his words. It was going to be harder than he had anticipated. He patted the seat next to him and spoke up.
“Why don’t you take the seat next to me?”
“Uh- no. I’m okay here.”
“Please? It’ll be easier for me to clarify this if I could see your face. I can’t see anything since the curtains are closed.”
Aria fidgeted for a minute and got up from her chair reluctantly, making her way towards the other side. Just being in the same room as Harry intimidated Aria, let alone sit so close to him. Once she had settled herself on the furthest end of the couch from Harry, he began speaking once more, letting out a small chuckle.
“You look like a terrified rat.” Harry stated, making Aria sit up straighter. He moistened his lips once more, looking Aria up and down. She looked absolutely ravishing in that pajama. In any other situation, Harry would have laid her down on the couch, kissed those plump lips till they were swollen while he caressed every inch of her body. The thought made him harden and he shifted in his seat to hide his obvious boner.
“Aria, you’re beautiful.” Aria turned scarlet at his compliment and squirmed in her seat. Harry went on, “And when I talk about attraction, I’m talking about a physical pull towards you. A chemistry. Clearly you too have felt it. So, with our mutual consent I’d like to explore it.”
“Meaning?” Aria asked, catching on to him now and her heart plummeting from what she was hearing.
“Meaning… I want to sleep with you.”
Aria’s entire body stiffened and she sat there flabbergasted by Harry’s frankness. Did he just say that? Aria observed his face, for any trace of humor. She was sure that he would burst out laughing any time now, but he looked dead serious.
“Y- you- M- me?”
“Why not?”
Harry lifted his hand and caressed Aria’s jaw as he stared deep into her eyes. That is when Aria noticed how close he had gotten. When did he scoot over to her side? Harry slowly traced the plumpness of Aria’s lips, making her breath hitch.
“We’d be great together in bed.” Harry lowered his head, his lips hovering over Aria’s. “I’ll please and fulfill every single one of your desires, babe. By the time I’m done with you every night, you’ll be completely sated.”
“E- every n- night?”
“Yes, love. Surely, you didn’t think I’m the one night stand kind of a guy?” Harry’s hot breath against her lips made a shiver pass all over her body.
“B- but you s- said w- we wouldn’t g- go out. S- so how?”
“I didn’t know you had to date in order to sleep together.”
Harry’s mocking words brought Aria back to reality and she flinched away from him.
“Wait! Are you asking me to be your sex partner? Like friends with benefit?”
Aria’s blunt statement was enough to ruin the mood and Harry’s face hardened. He voided his face of any expression and put in tartly, “I never said we were friends, babe.”
His words were a blow to Aria’s ego and she got up from the couch in pure outrage.
“So, what is it exactly that you are asking for? A No-Strings-Attached kind of a relationship? Well, I’m sorry to pop your bubble, babe, but I’m not into that kind of kinky stuff and you are definitely no Christian Grey! And even if you were, I would never stoop to that level!” Aria was almost shouting by the time she had finished, her heart beating fast, making her head spin. This had to be some kind of a joke! Had he gone mental?
Harry got up from the couch as well and approached Aria. He let go of a humorless laugh before he spoke, “Calm down, babe! I don’t intend to be a Christian Grey. Neither am I into BDSM. Although, it would be nice to try it once in a while. What I am asking for you to be is like…a mistress to me.”
“A mistress?” Aria asked, scowling at his odd reference. Her scowl disappeared and her jaw dropped once she realized the meaning of the term.
“Oh my God! Are you married?!” Aria asked hysterically, her voice shrill.
“What? No!” Harry denied, taken aback by Aria’s bizarre accusation. “Why would I- Oh God!”
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose as an ache started building in his temple. This girl had to be extremely thick-headed, not being able to understand such a simple thing. Harry explained, looking up again.
“Look, Aria! Mistress isn’t always taken by married men. I know many single men who have taken up mistresses. And to answer your question, no! I am not married. As for what I want, I want you! In my bed! Or this table! Or the floor! I can make do with any place! I don’t go for relationships. I thought you said you knew that. To put it simply, we are strangers in the morning and lovers at night. The only place I want to communicate with you is in the bed. Is that clear enough for you?”
Harry was now inches away from Aria’s face, both of their breathing had gone shallow. Their eyes were a complete contrast. While Harry’s were filled with lust, Aria’s were as wide as a saucer.
Harry felt a sense of satisfaction, having explained everything to her. Now that she was aware of what he wanted, she would agree to it in no time. Harry was sure her answer would be a yes. He could tell from the changes in her expression. She was thinking the whole thing through, Harry could tell. Her eyes exposed her uncertainty but it quickly turned into a kind of thrill from the unknown. Harry felt a victorious smile tug his lips. But it dropped once he noticed her eyes harden.
Harry felt a sharp twinge of force against his left cheek.
“Get out!” Aria spoke, her teeth gritted together in fury. Harry stood there, more affected by the shock than the force with which she had slapped him. However, his shock was soon replaced by indignation and Harry clenched his jaw.
“I SAID GET OUT!” Aria screamed at the top of her lungs, pointing towards the front door. Harry clenched and unclenched his hands by his side. He stood there for a minute, his expression menacing. It took every ounce of Aria’s courage to stand there in front of him instead of cowering like a child in the corner.
Suddenly, Harry blanked out his face of any expression. He put his hand back into the pocket of the pullover and turned to walk towards the front door. He grabbed the knob and just before opening the door, he twisted his head to refer to Aria.
“Think about it. You have one week.”
And with that, he walked out of Aria’s house.
“What kind of proposal?” Aria asked, getting an inkling that she wasn’t going to like what Harry would say next.
Harry studied Aria’s face, trying to decipher what she was thinking. He moistened his dry lips before beginning to explain. He didn’t know how he would deliver his proposal without scaring her off. She wasn’t like the others. With the rest, just a look or a sign would be enough to explain his desires. But Aria? Harry could easily recognize her lack of experience in the field. The thought strengthened Harry’s resolve and he began.
“Aria, as you may know I have a certain standing in school. And although some of the rumors are questionable, there are a few that I can’t renounce.”
Aria frowned, not sure where this was going.
“Are you…aware of my reputation…with the female population in school?” Harry asked cautiously, determining whether the situation was in his favor. One wrong move could blow away his entire plan.
Aria’s entire face turned crimson when she remembered how she had overheard a few girls in the bathroom, just last week, discussing how massive his thing was.
“Uh- um. Y- yes. I think s- so.” The floor seemed to hold to Aria’s attention now.
Harry nodded, looking down, finding the floor more fascinating. “Aria, I’ll put it bluntly. I want you and from what I’ve seen, I can tell that you reciprocate this…this…hunger. So, based on our mutual attraction, I say we take a step further.”
By the time he had finished, Harry was unconsciously biting down on his lips and his eyes had turned the deepest shade of green. Aria was way too paralyzed to react. Take a step further? Had Harry Styles just asked her out? She didn’t dare believe it, for she believed that it may jinx her chances. Her heart started doing a back flip in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. She was still uncertain whether Harry had meant that. It seemed almost surreal. Having been unnoticed for six years of crushing over him, Aria found it unbelievable that he had not just noticed her but was also asking her to act upon their liking towards each other. Aria decided that she would ask upfront instead of making assumptions.
“Hold on! Are you…are you asking me out?” Aria’s voice came out as coarse whisper since her mouth had run dry.
“Asking you out?” Harry asked, a scowl appearing on his forehead. Where had she gotten that idea? Hadn’t she just said that she was aware of Harry’s reputation? “Babe, I don’t think you quite understand.”
“B- but you just s- said you’d like to take things f- further.” Aria felt a bit foolish by his forthright rejection. The frown deepened in her forehead when she was left feeling way more perplexed than before.
Harry let out a sigh once he deduced that she had completely misinterpreted his words. It was going to be harder than he had anticipated. He patted the seat next to him and spoke up.
“Why don’t you take the seat next to me?”
“Uh- no. I’m okay here.”
“Please? It’ll be easier for me to clarify this if I could see your face. I can’t see anything since the curtains are closed.”
Aria fidgeted for a minute and got up from her chair reluctantly, making her way towards the other side. Just being in the same room as Harry intimidated Aria, let alone sit so close to him. Once she had settled herself on the furthest end of the couch from Harry, he began speaking once more, letting out a small chuckle.
“You look like a terrified rat.” Harry stated, making Aria sit up straighter. He moistened his lips once more, looking Aria up and down. She looked absolutely ravishing in that pajama. In any other situation, Harry would have laid her down on the couch, kissed those plump lips till they were swollen while he caressed every inch of her body. The thought made him harden and he shifted in his seat to hide his obvious boner.
“Aria, you’re beautiful.” Aria turned scarlet at his compliment and squirmed in her seat. Harry went on, “And when I talk about attraction, I’m talking about a physical pull towards you. A chemistry. Clearly you too have felt it. So, with our mutual consent I’d like to explore it.”
“Meaning?” Aria asked, catching on to him now and her heart plummeting from what she was hearing.
“Meaning… I want to sleep with you.”
Aria’s entire body stiffened and she sat there flabbergasted by Harry’s frankness. Did he just say that? Aria observed his face, for any trace of humor. She was sure that he would burst out laughing any time now, but he looked dead serious.
“Y- you- M- me?”
“Why not?”
Harry lifted his hand and caressed Aria’s jaw as he stared deep into her eyes. That is when Aria noticed how close he had gotten. When did he scoot over to her side? Harry slowly traced the plumpness of Aria’s lips, making her breath hitch.
“We’d be great together in bed.” Harry lowered his head, his lips hovering over Aria’s. “I’ll please and fulfill every single one of your desires, babe. By the time I’m done with you every night, you’ll be completely sated.”
“E- every n- night?”
“Yes, love. Surely, you didn’t think I’m the one night stand kind of a guy?” Harry’s hot breath against her lips made a shiver pass all over her body.
“B- but you s- said w- we wouldn’t g- go out. S- so how?”
“I didn’t know you had to date in order to sleep together.”
Harry’s mocking words brought Aria back to reality and she flinched away from him.
“Wait! Are you asking me to be your sex partner? Like friends with benefit?”
Aria’s blunt statement was enough to ruin the mood and Harry’s face hardened. He voided his face of any expression and put in tartly, “I never said we were friends, babe.”
His words were a blow to Aria’s ego and she got up from the couch in pure outrage.
“So, what is it exactly that you are asking for? A No-Strings-Attached kind of a relationship? Well, I’m sorry to pop your bubble, babe, but I’m not into that kind of kinky stuff and you are definitely no Christian Grey! And even if you were, I would never stoop to that level!” Aria was almost shouting by the time she had finished, her heart beating fast, making her head spin. This had to be some kind of a joke! Had he gone mental?
Harry got up from the couch as well and approached Aria. He let go of a humorless laugh before he spoke, “Calm down, babe! I don’t intend to be a Christian Grey. Neither am I into BDSM. Although, it would be nice to try it once in a while. What I am asking for you to be is like…a mistress to me.”
“A mistress?” Aria asked, scowling at his odd reference. Her scowl disappeared and her jaw dropped once she realized the meaning of the term.
“Oh my God! Are you married?!” Aria asked hysterically, her voice shrill.
“What? No!” Harry denied, taken aback by Aria’s bizarre accusation. “Why would I- Oh God!”
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose as an ache started building in his temple. This girl had to be extremely thick-headed, not being able to understand such a simple thing. Harry explained, looking up again.
“Look, Aria! Mistress isn’t always taken by married men. I know many single men who have taken up mistresses. And to answer your question, no! I am not married. As for what I want, I want you! In my bed! Or this table! Or the floor! I can make do with any place! I don’t go for relationships. I thought you said you knew that. To put it simply, we are strangers in the morning and lovers at night. The only place I want to communicate with you is in the bed. Is that clear enough for you?”
Harry was now inches away from Aria’s face, both of their breathing had gone shallow. Their eyes were a complete contrast. While Harry’s were filled with lust, Aria’s were as wide as a saucer.
Harry felt a sense of satisfaction, having explained everything to her. Now that she was aware of what he wanted, she would agree to it in no time. Harry was sure her answer would be a yes. He could tell from the changes in her expression. She was thinking the whole thing through, Harry could tell. Her eyes exposed her uncertainty but it quickly turned into a kind of thrill from the unknown. Harry felt a victorious smile tug his lips. But it dropped once he noticed her eyes harden.
Harry felt a sharp twinge of force against his left cheek.
“Get out!” Aria spoke, her teeth gritted together in fury. Harry stood there, more affected by the shock than the force with which she had slapped him. However, his shock was soon replaced by indignation and Harry clenched his jaw.
“I SAID GET OUT!” Aria screamed at the top of her lungs, pointing towards the front door. Harry clenched and unclenched his hands by his side. He stood there for a minute, his expression menacing. It took every ounce of Aria’s courage to stand there in front of him instead of cowering like a child in the corner.
Suddenly, Harry blanked out his face of any expression. He put his hand back into the pocket of the pullover and turned to walk towards the front door. He grabbed the knob and just before opening the door, he twisted his head to refer to Aria.
“Think about it. You have one week.”
And with that, he walked out of Aria’s house.
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10/23/16