The Deal

*Olivia Harper*

I opened the door and let Harry in. Dad and Linda were out for dinner. They’d asked me if I wanted to come, but I think they knew the answer already.

“I think your living room alone is as big as my house.” Harry commented.

I laughed and let him in, shutting the door behind him.

“Parents out, huh?” he asked, plopping down on my couch.

“Yes,” I sighed, sitting down next to him. “Thank fucking God.”

“Yeah.” he agreed, scooting closer. “Now I can live up to the promise I made you.”

“Hmm?” I asked, confused.

Harry grabbed me, and pulled me onto his lap and kissed me roughly. His strength could easily lift me up, and I doubted he would have any problem doing so with one hand.

“Remember when I said I’ll make you scream?” he whispered my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

His lips pressed against my jaw line, moving down to my neck, to my collar bone. He slipped the sleeve of my t-shirt down, along with my bra strap, and kissed my shoulder.

“I’m going to do it tonight.” he said, gently biting my skin, before sucking on it. I arched into his chest, my fingers knotting in his hair. His hands traveled up my shirt, and he cupped my breast from above my bra. “See, now this,” he indicated at my bra, “is inconvenient.”

“All you have to do is take it off then,” I said quietly, smirking at him. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Getting me out of my clothes will make things so much easier, won’t it, Styles?” I gently bit his ear lobe and moved against his crotch, and he hissed.

“Mm,” Harry mumbled, as he helped me take my shirt off. “That sounds good to me.” I felt heat pool down south at his words.

He brought his lips back to mine, and I reached for his shirt to pull it off hurriedly. I ran my hands down his bare chest, to the hem of his pants as I kissed his neck.

I was about to reach for his zipped when he stopped me. I pulled away, confused.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” Harry smirked and pushed me down so I was laying on my back on the sofa.

Harry kissed me lightly, but as I tried to kiss him back, he had already pulled away. His lips moved to my neck while his hands slipped inside my pajamas to tease me over the crotch of my underwear.

“Harry—just—”

“Tsk, tsk,” he grinned, gently moving the crotch to the side, “so impatient.”

“I will slap you so hard—”

Harry cut me off with a laugh. “I like it when you’re rough,” he said. “But for now, I need you to lie still. Or I’ll stop touching you. Okay?”

I nodded, and Harry continued peppering kisses down my cheeks, neck, shoulders, jaw. He undid my bra and tossed it behind me, as his finger slowly moved up and down my slit. I squirmed as I wordlessly begged him to give me something more, knowing how much he was enjoying this.

His tongue slowly licked between the valley of my breasts, as his thumb brushed my nipple.

“Harry,” I whimpered.

“That’s right,” he said, moving back up to whisper in my ear, all the while continuing torturing me with his fingers. “Moan, baby.”

“Harry—please—” I gasped, as he slowly eased one finger into my core.

“Please what, baby?” he asked me softly. “What do you want?”

“You know what,” I spat at him, my eyes squeezed shut as he pumped his finger in and out of me.

“I want you to say it.” he commanded. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Fuck me,” I said urgently, earning a satisfied smirk from the green eyed boy hovering above me. “I want you, Harry.”

“That’s better.” he said, and he pulled out his finger. I groaned at the loss, but Harry only chuckled as he slowly pulled my pajamas and underwear down, leaving me completely naked. I frowned.

“You still have your fucking pants on.” I mumbled. “How is it fair?”

“Take them off then, baby,” he suggested, and I pushed at him. He stood up as I reached for his pants and pulled them down. He hurriedly kicked them off and proceeded to remove his boxers.

“Much better.” I grinned, and he laughed.

He pulled me into him and kissed me, his mouth hungrily moving against mine, forcing my own to open so he could push his tongue inside. His hands gripped my waist and he pushed me back down on the couch, getting on top of me once more.

I moaned as he entered me slowly, giving me a little time to adjust. He started moving within me slowly. I gripped his shoulders as he moved. His eyes seemed a shade darker than usual, and his mouth was slightly open as he thrusted in and out of me, gradually increasing his speed.

“Harry—” I moaned, as his fingers dug into my hips.

“Louder, Olivia.” he said. “I want you to scream, remember?”

He gave a particularly hard thrust at that, and I yelled his name.

“Just like that,” he said. “You feel so good, baby.”

I cried as he relentlessly hit a spot that left me helplessly clawing at his back, begging him to only go harder and faster.

“Who makes you feel this good?” he asked me, kissing my neck.

“You—”

“Hmm, what was that?”

“You!” I said loudly. “You make me feel so good, Harry.”

“Fuck, I’m close,” he said, sucking harshly on my neck. He reached down to rub my clit. “Come on, Olivia. I know you’re close too.”

“Harry, don’t stop—” I bucked my hips upwards, desperately reaching out for every part of him I could.

“Wasn’t going to,” he mumbled. “Come on. Come for me.”

I arched my back and cried out his name loudly as I came, knotting my fingers in his hair. Harry came just a few moments later, grunting and moaning my name as his eyes eyes rolled back.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting. His weight felt so good against me, as his warm body pressed against mine.

“Do you think your neighbours know my name?” he asked me, his voice muffled against my neck.

I laughed. “I’d be surprised if they didn’t.” I told him.

He pulled away and propped himself up on his elbows to smile down at me brightly. As opposed to his serious, lustful expression, Harry now looked like a happy five year old, his eyes sparkling. Without really thinking, I reached up to poke the dimple on his right cheek. He scrunched up his face and his grin became wider.

“My mum does that all the time.” he laughed, moving his large hand to place it on mine.

“Your mother isn’t exactly the best example to bring up right now.” I joked.

He laughed again. “You’re right. Ugh, disgusting.” His fingers wrapped around my wrist as I pulled my hand away, slightly embarrassed at what I’d done. As I brought it back down, he frown distorted his lit up features.

“What?” I asked.

“What happened to your wrist?” he asked me, sitting up, and pulling me up with him lightly.

My heat lurched as I struggled to come do a decision—should I tell him? “I…it was—”

“Who did this, Harper?” he demanded, all humour from his face gone.

“It’s nothing.” I mumbled, pulling my wrist away. “Come on, let’s put on our clothes—”

“Olivia,” he cut across me, “who did this?”

“It was nothing, Harry,” I repeated with a sigh. “Dylan just got a bit—”

“Dylan?” Harry asked. “He did this?”

“Harry,” I sighed, getting up. “I swear it’s nothing. Come on, let’s watch some movies.”

“Did he hurt you anywhere else?” Harry demanded,watching me pull up my shorts.

“No,” I told him. “And he didn’t hurt me, Harry, he just got a bit carried away.”

“I maybe get a bit carried away and punch his face in,” Harry grumbled, putting on his t-shirt.

I chuckled. “Calm down.”

“Are you sure it’s—”

“Harry!”

“Okay, okay,” he said, putting his hands up as surrender. “Do you have something to eat, Harper?”

“Mm, go check the kitchen,” I told him, straightening my hair and plopping down on the couch. I grabbed the TV remote and switched it on.

“I’m a guest at your house, you should be nice to me.” Harry pointed out.

“I just screamed your name so loud my throat is sore, what more do you want?” I asked him, raising my eyebrows.

He laughed, and walked into the kitchen to hunt for some food. I heard the doorbell ring and sprinted to get it.

My heart dropped in fear when I saw who it was. He was looking down at me, his expression blank. His hair was wind blown and he was wearing a jacket I remembered complimenting once.

“Liv,” Dylan said.

“Dylan, what are you doing here?” I asked, taking a tiny step back and clutching the door.

“I want to talk to you.” he told me. “Let me in.”

“No, I can’t.” I told him, my voice shaking. “Look, Dylan—”

“Just let me in, dammit!” Dylan snapped. “I’m going to make you change your mind. Come on, Liv—”

“Oi, Harper!” Harry’s voice echoed through the hall as he walked back out from the kitchen. “I got some ice cream.”

“Who is that?” Dylan asked furiously.

“I—”

“Harper—?” Harry stopped mid step when he saw Dylan at the door. His expression hardened ever so slightly. He walked up to me, and I knew I should have been scared—Dylan had seen Harry. He would know, he’d tell everyone. He’d ask me a million questions and how would I lie to him? But at that moment, I was only relieved that Harry was here. Because if I were alone, I would not have been able to send Dylan away and he would have forced himself in and God only knew what would have happened.

“Styles?” Dylan asked, his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. “Harry Styles? What the fuck is he doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Harry said, standing behind me.

“I’m here to talk to my girlfriend.” Dylan spat at him.

“Ex-girlfriend.” Harry corrected. “And we’re a bit busy right now.”

“Doing what?” Dylan demanded.

“I’m helping her with her French homework.” Harry lied smoothly.

“Too bad,” Dylan shrugged. “Your fucking homework can wait.” he reached out and grabbed my hand. “Liv and I need to talk.”

“No—” I protested, trying not to be pulled by him, “I don’t want to talk to you, Dylan. I told you. We’re over.”

“Liv, don’t start with me.” Dylan warned, tugging at my arm.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Harry warned, taking my arm and pulling me away from Dylan in one swift motion. I stepped behind him as he now stood between Dylan and myself, towering over the other boy, even if only very slightly. “Dylan, she said she doesn’t want to talk to you. Don’t force her. Please leave.”

“Mind your own business, bastard.” Dylan spat. “I want to talk to her, and I fucking will.” He tried to reach around Harry and on instinct, I clutched the back of Harry’s shirt. Harry reached behind him and squeezed my arm reassuringly.

“Dylan, dude, you need to leave.” Harry said in a calm voice. “She doesn’t want to talk to you. Don’t harass her.”

“Liv,” Dylan said, “tell him he’s wrong. Tell him—”

“Dylan, please leave.” I said, trying to make eye contact with him from around Harry’s large frame. “We’re over, and it will never change. Get lost. Leave.”

“Fuck you both!” Dylan yelled. “This isn’t fucking over.”

I watched as Dylan turned around and sped to his car, but not before shooting Harry a murderous glare. Harry shut the door with a loud bang and turned to me.

“Has he been harassing you like this for a long time?” he asked me, his expression showing nothing but concern.

I shook my head. “No, but I feel like he’s going to start now.” I said, watching through the window as Dylan drove away.

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