Harry's P.O.V

"Please kiss me," Isabelle whispered. I obliged. How could I not? Her sister had come home, only to find us cuddled up against each other. I swear, I thought she was going to die right there.

Suddenly I'd felt very uncomfortable, and I had stood to leave, but her sister...Kate, was it?...had insisted that I stayed here. I tried not to look too excited. Their guest bedroom was right across the hall from Isabelle's room.

"Of course," I murmured, and I pressed my lips to hers lightly. A tingly feeling began in my stomach. I'd kissed her plenty of times before, so why did I still feel this way?

If only this girl knew what she was doing to me...

We were standing in her washroom. It was one o' clock in the morning, and Kate was asleep. At least, I hoped she was. Isabelle had come to get a glass of water, and I'd heard her pad down the hall, so I'd followed. I'd peeked through the door and watched as she filled up a glass cup, smiling slightly.

Every single thing that she did was perfect. Every motion of hers was fluid and graceful, and my heart leapt into my throat when I saw her drink from the cup daintily. Oh God.

Gathering my courage, I had pushed through the door and she had whipped around, a little bit surprised, but she hadn't yelled, thank goodness

And now here we were now. My lips were pressed against hers as her hands snaked up and tangled in my hair. I made a growling noise, suddenly wanting to fuck her senseless. Oh God, how I would've loved to do that. Her naked body under mine. Her back arching with each thrust. Her mouth forming a little 'o' as she came.

Great job Harry, now you've got a boner.

I looked down and realised that it was true. My hard-on was raging. I gritted my teeth, continuing to kiss her and hoping that she wouldn't notice, but her gaze followed mine and she looked down to stare at the prominent bulge in my sweatpants.

"Oh God Harry," she threw her head back and laughed. That goddamn laugh. It was beautiful.

I growled, "This is because of you," and I crashed my lips onto hers once more, wrenching our bodies together. I grinded my hips into hers just so she could feel how hard I was. She moaned into my mouth and I gently kicked the bathroom door shut with my foot. This was perfect.

Her hands fisted in my curls, tugging lightly on them, and I pushed her backwards, my fingers holding onto her tightly as she stumbled. She didn't seem to know what was going on, but I did. I lowered her into the tub and climbed on top of her, my body screaming for her.

Grabbing her hands in mine, I brought them down to the bulge in my pants and held them against it. My mouth turned dry as her breathing quickened and she closed her eyes.

"You're amazing Harry."

"You are too baby, you are too," was all I managed to grunt out. I wanted to take things to the next level, and I reached for the hem of her shirt, beginning to pull it over her head. Her eyes shot open and she grabbed my wrist, pleading with me.

"Shh..." I said gently, trying to console her, "Why are you hiding yourself from me, love? I've seen you in your bra before."

She looked like she wanted to argue, but then she closed her mouth and nodded firmly. I proceeded in removing her top completely and ogled her chest.

After a few moments she shifted uncomfortably and I got to work. The only thing that was separating my mouth and her breasts was this thin strip of her bra. God dammit.

"Oh God, Harry-ahh," she closed her eyes and moaned loudly, and I desperately prayed that Kate wouldn't wake up and hear this. I kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks and finally our lips collided in a passionate kiss.

I rested my hand on her thigh...and then I slowly began to move up.

She didn't stop me at all. Then again, I don't really think she realised what I was doing. Finally, my fingers met her crotch and I stroked her over the shorts she was wearing. They were extremely short. She sucked in air between her teeth and shivered as I leaned down and kissed her again. I palmed her through her shorts.

"So wet for me," I whispered, pulling back only a millimeter, so that our lips brushed when I spoke. She just squeezed her eyes shut tightly and rubbed my erection through my sweatpants, and it was my turn to moan.

She smiled against my lips and I growled at the back of my throat. No, I wasn't going to stall any longer. I needed her. Right here, right now.

I kissed her lips once more before moving down to her neck, then her shoulder, then her arm. As I made my way back up the path, I slid the straps of her bra down her arms and trailed my lips closer and closer to her chest. I had just reached the swell of her breasts when she suddenly gasped and scrambled to get up.

I got up off of her hurriedly and reached for her, "Hey, hey what's wrong?"

She shook her head but then said, "I'm so sorry Harry. But I can't do this. Not...not now."

Her voice broke at the end and I nodded and silently climbed off of her.

Once I got out of the tub, I ran my fingers through my hair and held out my hand for her. She took it tentatively and stepped out.

As soon as both of her feet were on the tiled floor, she collapsed in my chest, sobbing, "Please Harry. Please don't hate me."

This took me a bit by surprise. She thought I hated her? What the fuck? I shook my head and reached for her shirt, helping her to pull it back on. When it was comfortably resting on her torso, I took her face in my hands and made her look up at me.

"I could never hate you, love. I understand. You're not ready yet and hell, that's fine."

She swallowed heavily and stared up at me, tears receding from her eyes. "Thank you Harry. I really am sorry."

"Don't fucking apologize," I growled at her, and she nodded fearfully, "Good," I said simply, and I kissed her lips gently. She smiled slightly into the kiss and tangled her hands in my hair.

I groaned, "Please don't tease me."

"I'm sorry," she said, pulling back and smiling slightly at me, "How about I just stop then?"

Her serious mood seemed to disappear, even though she'd been crying into my shoulder just a moment before. She bit at her lip, smiling lightly and I growled for what seemed like the millionth time that night.

"No," I said huskily, yanking her back to me, and I mashed my lips against hers again, "I like teasing."

She giggled against my mouth and jumped into my arms, wrapping her bare legs, only covered by the shortest shorts imaginable, around my waist. I let my hands glide down to her bum, and I held her there. She didn't complain.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I muttered aggressively, now attacking her lips. She answered just as passionately, biting at my bottom lip. It was bliss.

She giggled against my lips and pecked me once more before yawning and saying, "Goodnight Harry. I'll see you in the morning."

She tapped my shoulder and I set her down reluctantly.

"Yeah," I echoed, "Yeah, goodnight."

She tiptoed out of the washroom, as I breathed out heavily. Even though she wouldn't have sex with me, I still liked her? Geez, this girl must've been important.

Isabelle's P.O.V
Why didn't I just tell him? What the fuck was wrong with me? I was such a coward. Wiping my cheeks slightly, I scolded myself for not just coming clean about Cameron. But I couldn't. I was too scared that he would reject me if he ever found out. He would know that I couldnt give him what he wanted most: sex. He just wanted a good 'shag'.

But did he want that most? At first, I thought he did. But he was so understanding when I told him that I couldn't. Was it possible that I meant more to him than that? I smiled to myself.

Maybe Harry Styles cared more for me than I thought.

Notes

How do you like a bit of smut in this story? It was just a filler, but please tell me what you think! Please vote if you haven't yet! Thanks!

P.S. Today a guy walked up to me and asked me, "How do five gay guys line up?" And I used the smart answer and said, "I don't know, why don't you go find four of your friends and then we'll see."

Ahahah I feel so cool!