The Deal
Chapter Seventeen.
*Harry Styles*
I honked twice, letting Olivia know I was waiting outside her house. I leaned back against the seat, waiting for her. I was glad to be out of the house again.
Mum had freaked out when she’d seen me, and taken an off for a few weeks from work, despite my repeated pleas, telling her to do otherwise. The boys and Olivia dropped in everyday to check on me, but often came with food and movies, so it didn’t turn out to be as bad. Still, everyone was treating me like I was a kid, constantly bombarding me with questions such as ‘are you okay?’ ‘do you want something to eat?’ ‘does something hurt?’ ‘are you tired?’ and the like, and often, I’d have to yell at them to get them to shut up.
I smiled as I spotted Olivia coming out of her house, and her face lit up when she saw me.
When Olivia and I had started off, she’d been nothing but the girl I went to when I was horny. But over the course of the few months, she’d become much more than just that. I never thought it was possible, but she was a friend now. But every time I thought about what Lexi had said the day I’d defended Olivia, I wondered if there was even the tiniest bit of a possibility of us being something more. Could there be? Did I want there to be? Olivia and I were friends, so surely, we were better off that way? I wasn’t going to ask her that, because I was scared that if I did, I’d scare her away. And if there was one thing admist all the confusion that I was absolutely sure of, was that I didn’t want to lose her. We’d become too close, and been through quite a lot together to lose what we had.
She opened the car door and quickly got in, snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled at her.
“Morning,” I said, starting the car.
“It’s nice to see you up and moving.” She said, running a hand through her hair.
“As opposed to lying half dead on the bed?” I asked, grinning.
She laughed. “You were fine.”
“Oh, really?” I raised an eyebrow. “Is that why you cried, and checked on me every day, and called me every two hours to check on me and make sure I was taking my painkillers and eating properly and whatnot?”
“I did not.” She mumbled, blushing.
I laughed. “Yeah, you did.” I said. “Harper, you called me this morning too.”
“I just wanted to make sure you were coming to school.” She stuck her tongue out.
“Missed me that much?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes but didn’t reply, and I laughed again. As my hand raised to turn the radio on, she mumbled something quietly that made me smile involuntarily.
“Yeah, I did. Of course I did.”
---
I shut my locker, ready to go to my next class. On my way, I spotted Dylan walking down the corridor alone, his head hanging low. I smirked, remembering what Olivia had done to him. He looked up in time to see me smirking at him, and his expression darkened.
“I’m surprised you’re still alive.” He growled.
“You gotta work on your punches, man.” I said. “I bet, even Harper can throw better ones. I think you know that, though.”
His jaw locked and his nostrils flared, but I only laughed and walked past him.
---
I slid onto the bench, taking a seat next to Olivia. I looked at my tray and wrinkled my nose with disgust at the food sitting in front of me.
“The one thing that I didn’t miss when I was on house arrest,” I said, as the rest of the boys sat down, “is the shit excuse for food they give here. What the hell is this?”
“Now, now, Harold,” Louis said playfully, and I glared at him. He knew I hated it when he called me by my full name, but he did it anyway, just to annoy me. “Be a good boy and finish your food.”
“Harold?” Olivia giggled.
“No,” I growled. “God, Lou, shut up.”
“That sounds so fancy.” She said. “Harold. Harold.” I laughed and shook my head as she tested the name on her tongue. “You sound like some sort of…prince.”
None of us really ate, spending most of our time complaining about the food, taking time to catch up, and reliving the scene when Olivia had slapped Dylan. I hadn’t been there, but I could picture it so well in my head.
As the rest of the boys were busy in conversation, I turned to Olivia. She looked at me.
“What?” she asked.
“I believe you owe me something.” I said, grinning suggestively at her.
Her lips twitched slightly, and I knew she’d caught on. But being the cheeky little minx that she was, she simply put on a confused frown. “Do I, now?” she asked innocently.
I narrowed my eyes at her playfully. “You know you do.” I told her.
“I don’t think I do, Harold.” She said, smiling and opening the cap of the small plastic water bottle.
“Olivia,” I groaned.
“What?” she asked, displaying an air of nonchalance.
“You’re going to come over today after school,” I said, “and you’re going to keep your end of the deal.”
“What do I get in return?” she asked me, raising her eyebrows.
I smirked down at her, and leaned in slightly. “Why don’t you come over,” I said, drawing each word out carefully, “and we’ll find out.”
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*after school*
*Olivia Harper*
I rang the doorbell, as I waited for Harry to open the door. I couldn’t help but be glad that he was okay. I’d been worried sick the whole time he was in bed, and I couldn’t help but worry that my slapping and threatening Dylan hadn’t ended things where I thought they had. The idea that Harry may be in the same sort of trouble again made my stomach churn.
I hadn’t even realized until recently how important Harry was for me, or how much I needed him in my life. I’d never admit it out loud, not even to myself, but I needed this boy a lot more than I should have. I didn’t think I’d opened up to and trusted anyone as much as I did him, and it scared me a little. What if he left too? What if I lost him?
Why was the idea so unbearable?
Though initially I’d been a bit hesitant about this whole deal that we had, I couldn’t help but think that it was the best thing that had happened to me since my mum died. Not only Harry, but the rest of the boys had come to mean something more for me, and I’d finally begun feeling like there was more to life than simply partying and hooking up with boys.
When the door opened and Harry stood in me in a gray t-shirt and shorts, showing off his perfect teeth and dimples, I couldn’t help but smile myself. That’s what he did. He brought out the side of me that no one saw anymore. The shy, warm, awkward but loving Olivia that I had buried deep inside over the years was surfacing again, and it was all down to the curly haired angelic boy in front of me. I was myself with him—not the one I’d been over the recent years. The one I really was. The one everyone said they missed and loved, but thought was lost forever.
Hell, I thought that side of me was lost forever. So how had Harry managed to break down every wall that I had built around myself so easily and in such less time?
“Hi, you.” He said, letting me in.
“Hi.” I said. I turned to face him and he shut the door behind him. “Parents?”
“Mum’s out for some work, and Gemma’s out with friends.” He said.
“Isn’t it weird?” I asked, walking up to him. “I haven’t ever met your family. Like your mum or your sister. But I practically live here.”
“I haven’t met your family either.” He pointed out, smiling.
I chuckled. “Trust me, Harry,” I said, “that’s for your own sanity.”
“Mhmm.” He grinned. “So…why exactly are you here?”
I grinned back at him, and then dropped him a quick wink. “You called me here.” I said, removing my shoes. “You said something about…I don’t know…a promise I made you?”
“Mm, I think it had something to do with celebrations,” Harry said, and wrapped his arms around my waist. His lips brushed against my jaw, as his fingers lifted the hem of my t-shirt ever so slightly, brushing against my bare skin.
“Oh,” I murmured, “I think I remember now…”
I felt Harry smile against my skin, as his hands made their way further up my t-shirt. He brought his face up again and kissed me.
My eyes felt shut and I wrapped my arms around him right away, kissing him back enthusiastically. I’d missed this, the feel of his lips fitting against mine perfectly, his tongue battling against my own, sending sparks through my body, and his hands on me, touching me everywhere, making me drown in the sensation of him, of Harry, blocking everything else out, and making me forget my own name.
I jumped slightly and wrapped my arms around his waist and Harry carried me to the nearest bedroom, kicking the door shut with his leg. My fingers ached to run through his hair, so I did just that, feeling the texture of the silky curls under my fingers. I tugged at his hair gently, and he grunted softly into my mouth.
He set me down on the bed, hurriedly reaching for his tattered t-shirt, while I removed my own clothes. The moment I was naked, he was too, and I pulled him down so he was on top of me. I kissed him roughly, wanting to feel every inch of his body pressed against my own. I could feel his cock, semi hard against my skin, and as our skins rubbed together and he moaned quietly, heat pooled down between my legs.
I pushed at him, and he pulled away, and I flipped us over so I was on top. Harry’s hands came down to roughly squeeze my ass, and he lifted his head slightly, and I knew he wanted to kiss me. But I only shook my head, and kissed down his neck, shoulders, his chest, before reaching his hard shaft. I planted soft, wet kisses all over his well defined v line, and Harry shifted his hips, wanting me to reach the area where he needed me so badly.
“Harper…” he groaned, and I giggled.
“God, I missed this.” I said, running my hands up and down his thighs and looking at his flushed face. “Don’t be unfit again, all this sexual frustration is too much to bear.”
“Well, if you would suck me already, we could get on with it.” He growled at me, bucking his hips.
I laughed, and took his cock in my hand, thick, heavy and pulsing in my hand. I planted a soft kiss in its head, and Harry sighed. I pumped him, slowly at first, as I let my mouth give attention to the pink head, from which precum was leaking. My tongue flicked across the slit, and I took the head into my mouth, sucking on it. Harry’s hands wound themselves in my hair, and I looked up to see him propped on the pillows, his cheeks flushed as he bit his soft, pink lip, his eyes half lidded in pleasure. My hand worked the part of his shaft I couldn’t reach, while I took whatever part of his cock that I could into my mouth. He cursed, whimpering, and bucked his hips upwards.
“Uh, fuck,” he moaned, as I increased the speed of my mouth and hands, fondling his balls. Already, I could sense Harry was nearing the edge, but unlike every other time, I didn’t stop. I wanted him to come into my mouth, wanted to taste his load on my tongue, wanted to hear him shout and moan my name, as he lost control above me.
But Harry had other ideas. As much as he was moaning uncontrollably and bucking his hips furiously into my mouth, he tugged at my hair gently, asking me to pull away wordlessly. I frowned, but did what he wanted me to do, letting his throbbing cock fall from my mouth. I looked at him to see his eyes sparkling green eyes dark with lust, as his chest rose and fell rapidly, his cock begging for attention. The site got me hotter than ever, and I brought my thighs together and rubbed them to create some friction.
Harry sat up and pulled me in a for a bruising kiss, clash of tongue, lips, teeth and all. His hands gripped my waist tightly as he flipped us over.
“I missed this too,” he told me. “God, I missed feeling you around me, your mouth around me, tight, wet, warm…”
I let out a soft whimper at his words, and gripped his cock, pumping it a few times before positioning it at my entrance. Harry gripped the headboard of the bed tightly, his muscles flexing as he did so, and pushed inside me.
I gasped as Harry filled me completely, and arched my back. Harry gave a shaky groan, and shut his eyes.
“Damn it,” he sighed. “You’re so tight.”
“Harry…” I whined. “Start moving.”
“Mm, those are not the words I want to hear,” he said through gritted teeth, nibbling lightly on my ear lobe.
“Fuck,” I cried, bucking my hips up. “Harry please. Please, fuck me.”
So he did. His thrusts didn’t even start out as slow, but were hard, fast and to the point as he moved inside me, our skins slapping together. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, locking my ankles behind him, letting him penetrate deeper.
Harry hit the perfect spot with ease, leaving me a hot, moaning mess beneath him. I was screaming his name, as he hit my g-spot repeatedly, gripping the head board as if hanging on for dear life. His mouth was hanging open as soft pants escaped with an occasional moan of my name. His eyes bore into mine and I couldn’t seem to look away from him as he thrust into me faster and harder. His head dipped for a kiss, and I caught my lips with his, moaning into his mouth.
We were both close, and I could sense it. A familiar knot was forming in the pit of my stomach sooner than I’d anticipated, and Harry’s thrusts were becoming irregular as his moans became louder and his eyebrows knitted together in concentration.
“Harry!” I moaned, just about to be wheeled off the cliff. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Harry let out a long, deep and throaty moan as he released inside me, along with a strong of profanities escaping his mouth. His jaw dropped and he threw his head back, letting out my name in broken gasps. I followed soon after, his orgasm triggering my own. I didn’t remember coming so hard in quite long, as my mind went blank and my toes curled, and I screamed his name out, riding my high, tearing at his skin with my fingernails.
Harry collapsed on top of me, and I was too tired to even comprehend the fact that I was getting crushed beneath his weight. He buried his face in the crook of my neck as he both tried to catch our breaths. On instinct, I wrapped my arms around him, and stroked his back.
“Wow.” I breathed after a while, when both of us had calmed down considerably.
He grinned lazily and pulled away to look at me. “I know.” He said. “That was quite quick.”
“Mm.” I murmured, as he sat up.
Harry reached for his clothes and handed me my own, and we put them on in content, comfortable silence.
“Well.” Harry said, just as I was buttoning up my jeans. “That certainly made me hungry.”
I laughed. “Same.” I told him. “But wait.”
“What?” he asked.
“Come here for a minute.” I told him, patting the empty bedside next to me.
He frowned, but came to sit down beside me anyway.
“Harry, will you do something for me?” I questioned softly.
“Sure,” he said, a little quicker than I expected him to. “What happened?”
“Harry, I want you to sing for me.”
As expected, his eyes widened and a soft blush spread across his cheeks. He shook his head lightly and his messy curls, bounced around. “No.” he said. “No way. I told you I wouldn’t.”
“Harry, please?” I begged. “Look, I kept my part of the deal, and you said you’d repay me—”
“Not by singing.” He cut across me.
“No,” I said. “Harry, this is how I want you to repay me. We’re friends now, Hazz. You won’t even do this much for me?” I looked up at him from under my eye lashes, batting them softly, hoping to work it to my advantage. “For me?”
He groaned. “Harper,” he said, “stop.”
“Please?” I asked again. “Please, please, please, Harry! Please?”
He sighed, and I could see he’d almost caved in.
“Please?” I asked one final time, and he sighed.
“Fine!” he said, sounding slightly annoyed.
Nonetheless, I squealed happily. “Yay!” I said. “Great!”
“Harper, there’s no music.” He said. “And honestly, I’m not even that—”
“I don’t care,” I said, interrupting him. “And don’t even try telling me you’re not that great. Because I know you are.”
He sighed. “You’re rude.” He said.
I laughed, and poked his cheek, and he smiled. “I know.” I said. “Now, we’re wasting precious time. Come on, Harry. Sing.”
He sighed, once again, and then looked at me. For a while, he was quiet, only looking at me. I gazed back, and a few seconds later, he began singing.
Today is a winding road,
it’s taking me to place that I didn’t want to go, whoa.
Today, in the blink of an eye,
I’m holding on to something, and I do not know why,
I tried…
I closed my eyes as I let his voice soak the air. I’d never heard Harry sing, and honestly, thought I’d expected him to be good, I hadn’t thought he’d be this great. His voice was deep and slightly hoarse, but soothing and gently nonetheless, making it all seem like a weird and unlikely yet wonderful combination. What he was singing had always been one of my favourite songs, and somehow, hearing Harry sing it made it seem a much better experience.
…Strike me down with lightning, let me feel you in my veins,
I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain…
I opened my eyes, surprised by how far he’d gotten into the song already. I hadn’t even realized, because I’d been so lost in the softness of his voice. Harry was looking at me when he was singing, and something about the intensity of his gaze made me blush, and I had to look down.
So bring on the rain,
Baby bring on the pain,
And listen to the thunder.
Harry finished the songs, every word sung perfectly and smoothly, without rifts or any mess ups. The moment his singing ceased, the room felt very empty, as if it was missing something vital, something of much importance. And it was.
Harry’s voice.
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked, breaking the silence. After hearing him sing, my own voice sounded strange to me.
“What?” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed. He ran a hand through his curls nervously. “I told you…I don’t practice very often, I’m not—”
“Harry,” I cut him off. “Harry, you’re amazing. Your voice, it’s...” I shook my head, struggling to come up with words for what I’d just heard. “I didn’t even know you were so…wow.”
“So you liked it?” he asked me, smiling a little.
“Liked it?” I asked. “I loved it. Harry, you have an amazing voice.”
“Thanks,” he said softly, blushing lightly and smiling. I poked one of his dimples, and he laughed. “The boys and I sit together and sing sometimes when we’re bored.”
“The boys sing too?” I asked.
“Better than I do.” he told me sincerely.
“Why do I find that hard to believe?” I asked him.
“Make them sing for you sometime,” he said. “Then you’ll know.”
“Oh, I’ll do that.” I promised him. “But really, Harry, your voice, it’s…it’s beautiful.”
“Thanks, Olivia.” He said. “This one’s of my favourite songs.”
“Mine, too.” I said, grinning.
He smiled at me. “So,” he said, “how well do you sing?”
I only laughed, not bothering to give him a proper reply.
---
I honked twice, letting Olivia know I was waiting outside her house. I leaned back against the seat, waiting for her. I was glad to be out of the house again.
Mum had freaked out when she’d seen me, and taken an off for a few weeks from work, despite my repeated pleas, telling her to do otherwise. The boys and Olivia dropped in everyday to check on me, but often came with food and movies, so it didn’t turn out to be as bad. Still, everyone was treating me like I was a kid, constantly bombarding me with questions such as ‘are you okay?’ ‘do you want something to eat?’ ‘does something hurt?’ ‘are you tired?’ and the like, and often, I’d have to yell at them to get them to shut up.
I smiled as I spotted Olivia coming out of her house, and her face lit up when she saw me.
When Olivia and I had started off, she’d been nothing but the girl I went to when I was horny. But over the course of the few months, she’d become much more than just that. I never thought it was possible, but she was a friend now. But every time I thought about what Lexi had said the day I’d defended Olivia, I wondered if there was even the tiniest bit of a possibility of us being something more. Could there be? Did I want there to be? Olivia and I were friends, so surely, we were better off that way? I wasn’t going to ask her that, because I was scared that if I did, I’d scare her away. And if there was one thing admist all the confusion that I was absolutely sure of, was that I didn’t want to lose her. We’d become too close, and been through quite a lot together to lose what we had.
She opened the car door and quickly got in, snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled at her.
“Morning,” I said, starting the car.
“It’s nice to see you up and moving.” She said, running a hand through her hair.
“As opposed to lying half dead on the bed?” I asked, grinning.
She laughed. “You were fine.”
“Oh, really?” I raised an eyebrow. “Is that why you cried, and checked on me every day, and called me every two hours to check on me and make sure I was taking my painkillers and eating properly and whatnot?”
“I did not.” She mumbled, blushing.
I laughed. “Yeah, you did.” I said. “Harper, you called me this morning too.”
“I just wanted to make sure you were coming to school.” She stuck her tongue out.
“Missed me that much?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes but didn’t reply, and I laughed again. As my hand raised to turn the radio on, she mumbled something quietly that made me smile involuntarily.
“Yeah, I did. Of course I did.”
---
I shut my locker, ready to go to my next class. On my way, I spotted Dylan walking down the corridor alone, his head hanging low. I smirked, remembering what Olivia had done to him. He looked up in time to see me smirking at him, and his expression darkened.
“I’m surprised you’re still alive.” He growled.
“You gotta work on your punches, man.” I said. “I bet, even Harper can throw better ones. I think you know that, though.”
His jaw locked and his nostrils flared, but I only laughed and walked past him.
---
I slid onto the bench, taking a seat next to Olivia. I looked at my tray and wrinkled my nose with disgust at the food sitting in front of me.
“The one thing that I didn’t miss when I was on house arrest,” I said, as the rest of the boys sat down, “is the shit excuse for food they give here. What the hell is this?”
“Now, now, Harold,” Louis said playfully, and I glared at him. He knew I hated it when he called me by my full name, but he did it anyway, just to annoy me. “Be a good boy and finish your food.”
“Harold?” Olivia giggled.
“No,” I growled. “God, Lou, shut up.”
“That sounds so fancy.” She said. “Harold. Harold.” I laughed and shook my head as she tested the name on her tongue. “You sound like some sort of…prince.”
None of us really ate, spending most of our time complaining about the food, taking time to catch up, and reliving the scene when Olivia had slapped Dylan. I hadn’t been there, but I could picture it so well in my head.
As the rest of the boys were busy in conversation, I turned to Olivia. She looked at me.
“What?” she asked.
“I believe you owe me something.” I said, grinning suggestively at her.
Her lips twitched slightly, and I knew she’d caught on. But being the cheeky little minx that she was, she simply put on a confused frown. “Do I, now?” she asked innocently.
I narrowed my eyes at her playfully. “You know you do.” I told her.
“I don’t think I do, Harold.” She said, smiling and opening the cap of the small plastic water bottle.
“Olivia,” I groaned.
“What?” she asked, displaying an air of nonchalance.
“You’re going to come over today after school,” I said, “and you’re going to keep your end of the deal.”
“What do I get in return?” she asked me, raising her eyebrows.
I smirked down at her, and leaned in slightly. “Why don’t you come over,” I said, drawing each word out carefully, “and we’ll find out.”
---
*after school*
*Olivia Harper*
I rang the doorbell, as I waited for Harry to open the door. I couldn’t help but be glad that he was okay. I’d been worried sick the whole time he was in bed, and I couldn’t help but worry that my slapping and threatening Dylan hadn’t ended things where I thought they had. The idea that Harry may be in the same sort of trouble again made my stomach churn.
I hadn’t even realized until recently how important Harry was for me, or how much I needed him in my life. I’d never admit it out loud, not even to myself, but I needed this boy a lot more than I should have. I didn’t think I’d opened up to and trusted anyone as much as I did him, and it scared me a little. What if he left too? What if I lost him?
Why was the idea so unbearable?
Though initially I’d been a bit hesitant about this whole deal that we had, I couldn’t help but think that it was the best thing that had happened to me since my mum died. Not only Harry, but the rest of the boys had come to mean something more for me, and I’d finally begun feeling like there was more to life than simply partying and hooking up with boys.
When the door opened and Harry stood in me in a gray t-shirt and shorts, showing off his perfect teeth and dimples, I couldn’t help but smile myself. That’s what he did. He brought out the side of me that no one saw anymore. The shy, warm, awkward but loving Olivia that I had buried deep inside over the years was surfacing again, and it was all down to the curly haired angelic boy in front of me. I was myself with him—not the one I’d been over the recent years. The one I really was. The one everyone said they missed and loved, but thought was lost forever.
Hell, I thought that side of me was lost forever. So how had Harry managed to break down every wall that I had built around myself so easily and in such less time?
“Hi, you.” He said, letting me in.
“Hi.” I said. I turned to face him and he shut the door behind him. “Parents?”
“Mum’s out for some work, and Gemma’s out with friends.” He said.
“Isn’t it weird?” I asked, walking up to him. “I haven’t ever met your family. Like your mum or your sister. But I practically live here.”
“I haven’t met your family either.” He pointed out, smiling.
I chuckled. “Trust me, Harry,” I said, “that’s for your own sanity.”
“Mhmm.” He grinned. “So…why exactly are you here?”
I grinned back at him, and then dropped him a quick wink. “You called me here.” I said, removing my shoes. “You said something about…I don’t know…a promise I made you?”
“Mm, I think it had something to do with celebrations,” Harry said, and wrapped his arms around my waist. His lips brushed against my jaw, as his fingers lifted the hem of my t-shirt ever so slightly, brushing against my bare skin.
“Oh,” I murmured, “I think I remember now…”
I felt Harry smile against my skin, as his hands made their way further up my t-shirt. He brought his face up again and kissed me.
My eyes felt shut and I wrapped my arms around him right away, kissing him back enthusiastically. I’d missed this, the feel of his lips fitting against mine perfectly, his tongue battling against my own, sending sparks through my body, and his hands on me, touching me everywhere, making me drown in the sensation of him, of Harry, blocking everything else out, and making me forget my own name.
I jumped slightly and wrapped my arms around his waist and Harry carried me to the nearest bedroom, kicking the door shut with his leg. My fingers ached to run through his hair, so I did just that, feeling the texture of the silky curls under my fingers. I tugged at his hair gently, and he grunted softly into my mouth.
He set me down on the bed, hurriedly reaching for his tattered t-shirt, while I removed my own clothes. The moment I was naked, he was too, and I pulled him down so he was on top of me. I kissed him roughly, wanting to feel every inch of his body pressed against my own. I could feel his cock, semi hard against my skin, and as our skins rubbed together and he moaned quietly, heat pooled down between my legs.
I pushed at him, and he pulled away, and I flipped us over so I was on top. Harry’s hands came down to roughly squeeze my ass, and he lifted his head slightly, and I knew he wanted to kiss me. But I only shook my head, and kissed down his neck, shoulders, his chest, before reaching his hard shaft. I planted soft, wet kisses all over his well defined v line, and Harry shifted his hips, wanting me to reach the area where he needed me so badly.
“Harper…” he groaned, and I giggled.
“God, I missed this.” I said, running my hands up and down his thighs and looking at his flushed face. “Don’t be unfit again, all this sexual frustration is too much to bear.”
“Well, if you would suck me already, we could get on with it.” He growled at me, bucking his hips.
I laughed, and took his cock in my hand, thick, heavy and pulsing in my hand. I planted a soft kiss in its head, and Harry sighed. I pumped him, slowly at first, as I let my mouth give attention to the pink head, from which precum was leaking. My tongue flicked across the slit, and I took the head into my mouth, sucking on it. Harry’s hands wound themselves in my hair, and I looked up to see him propped on the pillows, his cheeks flushed as he bit his soft, pink lip, his eyes half lidded in pleasure. My hand worked the part of his shaft I couldn’t reach, while I took whatever part of his cock that I could into my mouth. He cursed, whimpering, and bucked his hips upwards.
“Uh, fuck,” he moaned, as I increased the speed of my mouth and hands, fondling his balls. Already, I could sense Harry was nearing the edge, but unlike every other time, I didn’t stop. I wanted him to come into my mouth, wanted to taste his load on my tongue, wanted to hear him shout and moan my name, as he lost control above me.
But Harry had other ideas. As much as he was moaning uncontrollably and bucking his hips furiously into my mouth, he tugged at my hair gently, asking me to pull away wordlessly. I frowned, but did what he wanted me to do, letting his throbbing cock fall from my mouth. I looked at him to see his eyes sparkling green eyes dark with lust, as his chest rose and fell rapidly, his cock begging for attention. The site got me hotter than ever, and I brought my thighs together and rubbed them to create some friction.
Harry sat up and pulled me in a for a bruising kiss, clash of tongue, lips, teeth and all. His hands gripped my waist tightly as he flipped us over.
“I missed this too,” he told me. “God, I missed feeling you around me, your mouth around me, tight, wet, warm…”
I let out a soft whimper at his words, and gripped his cock, pumping it a few times before positioning it at my entrance. Harry gripped the headboard of the bed tightly, his muscles flexing as he did so, and pushed inside me.
I gasped as Harry filled me completely, and arched my back. Harry gave a shaky groan, and shut his eyes.
“Damn it,” he sighed. “You’re so tight.”
“Harry…” I whined. “Start moving.”
“Mm, those are not the words I want to hear,” he said through gritted teeth, nibbling lightly on my ear lobe.
“Fuck,” I cried, bucking my hips up. “Harry please. Please, fuck me.”
So he did. His thrusts didn’t even start out as slow, but were hard, fast and to the point as he moved inside me, our skins slapping together. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, locking my ankles behind him, letting him penetrate deeper.
Harry hit the perfect spot with ease, leaving me a hot, moaning mess beneath him. I was screaming his name, as he hit my g-spot repeatedly, gripping the head board as if hanging on for dear life. His mouth was hanging open as soft pants escaped with an occasional moan of my name. His eyes bore into mine and I couldn’t seem to look away from him as he thrust into me faster and harder. His head dipped for a kiss, and I caught my lips with his, moaning into his mouth.
We were both close, and I could sense it. A familiar knot was forming in the pit of my stomach sooner than I’d anticipated, and Harry’s thrusts were becoming irregular as his moans became louder and his eyebrows knitted together in concentration.
“Harry!” I moaned, just about to be wheeled off the cliff. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Harry let out a long, deep and throaty moan as he released inside me, along with a strong of profanities escaping his mouth. His jaw dropped and he threw his head back, letting out my name in broken gasps. I followed soon after, his orgasm triggering my own. I didn’t remember coming so hard in quite long, as my mind went blank and my toes curled, and I screamed his name out, riding my high, tearing at his skin with my fingernails.
Harry collapsed on top of me, and I was too tired to even comprehend the fact that I was getting crushed beneath his weight. He buried his face in the crook of my neck as he both tried to catch our breaths. On instinct, I wrapped my arms around him, and stroked his back.
“Wow.” I breathed after a while, when both of us had calmed down considerably.
He grinned lazily and pulled away to look at me. “I know.” He said. “That was quite quick.”
“Mm.” I murmured, as he sat up.
Harry reached for his clothes and handed me my own, and we put them on in content, comfortable silence.
“Well.” Harry said, just as I was buttoning up my jeans. “That certainly made me hungry.”
I laughed. “Same.” I told him. “But wait.”
“What?” he asked.
“Come here for a minute.” I told him, patting the empty bedside next to me.
He frowned, but came to sit down beside me anyway.
“Harry, will you do something for me?” I questioned softly.
“Sure,” he said, a little quicker than I expected him to. “What happened?”
“Harry, I want you to sing for me.”
As expected, his eyes widened and a soft blush spread across his cheeks. He shook his head lightly and his messy curls, bounced around. “No.” he said. “No way. I told you I wouldn’t.”
“Harry, please?” I begged. “Look, I kept my part of the deal, and you said you’d repay me—”
“Not by singing.” He cut across me.
“No,” I said. “Harry, this is how I want you to repay me. We’re friends now, Hazz. You won’t even do this much for me?” I looked up at him from under my eye lashes, batting them softly, hoping to work it to my advantage. “For me?”
He groaned. “Harper,” he said, “stop.”
“Please?” I asked again. “Please, please, please, Harry! Please?”
He sighed, and I could see he’d almost caved in.
“Please?” I asked one final time, and he sighed.
“Fine!” he said, sounding slightly annoyed.
Nonetheless, I squealed happily. “Yay!” I said. “Great!”
“Harper, there’s no music.” He said. “And honestly, I’m not even that—”
“I don’t care,” I said, interrupting him. “And don’t even try telling me you’re not that great. Because I know you are.”
He sighed. “You’re rude.” He said.
I laughed, and poked his cheek, and he smiled. “I know.” I said. “Now, we’re wasting precious time. Come on, Harry. Sing.”
He sighed, once again, and then looked at me. For a while, he was quiet, only looking at me. I gazed back, and a few seconds later, he began singing.
Today is a winding road,
it’s taking me to place that I didn’t want to go, whoa.
Today, in the blink of an eye,
I’m holding on to something, and I do not know why,
I tried…
I closed my eyes as I let his voice soak the air. I’d never heard Harry sing, and honestly, thought I’d expected him to be good, I hadn’t thought he’d be this great. His voice was deep and slightly hoarse, but soothing and gently nonetheless, making it all seem like a weird and unlikely yet wonderful combination. What he was singing had always been one of my favourite songs, and somehow, hearing Harry sing it made it seem a much better experience.
…Strike me down with lightning, let me feel you in my veins,
I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain…
I opened my eyes, surprised by how far he’d gotten into the song already. I hadn’t even realized, because I’d been so lost in the softness of his voice. Harry was looking at me when he was singing, and something about the intensity of his gaze made me blush, and I had to look down.
So bring on the rain,
Baby bring on the pain,
And listen to the thunder.
Harry finished the songs, every word sung perfectly and smoothly, without rifts or any mess ups. The moment his singing ceased, the room felt very empty, as if it was missing something vital, something of much importance. And it was.
Harry’s voice.
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked, breaking the silence. After hearing him sing, my own voice sounded strange to me.
“What?” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed. He ran a hand through his curls nervously. “I told you…I don’t practice very often, I’m not—”
“Harry,” I cut him off. “Harry, you’re amazing. Your voice, it’s...” I shook my head, struggling to come up with words for what I’d just heard. “I didn’t even know you were so…wow.”
“So you liked it?” he asked me, smiling a little.
“Liked it?” I asked. “I loved it. Harry, you have an amazing voice.”
“Thanks,” he said softly, blushing lightly and smiling. I poked one of his dimples, and he laughed. “The boys and I sit together and sing sometimes when we’re bored.”
“The boys sing too?” I asked.
“Better than I do.” he told me sincerely.
“Why do I find that hard to believe?” I asked him.
“Make them sing for you sometime,” he said. “Then you’ll know.”
“Oh, I’ll do that.” I promised him. “But really, Harry, your voice, it’s…it’s beautiful.”
“Thanks, Olivia.” He said. “This one’s of my favourite songs.”
“Mine, too.” I said, grinning.
He smiled at me. “So,” he said, “how well do you sing?”
I only laughed, not bothering to give him a proper reply.
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fuckin shit! i feel like lexi is going to turn her back on her.
6/3/16