I woke up with an unfamiliarity feeling. Why do I feel naked? Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw Harry sleeping in front of me. His arms wrapped around my waist. Oh, shoot. Now I remember. We just had sex. I should tell Kiera right away.

I slowly slipped myself away from him and stared at the ceiling. This is it. I accepted his proposal. I should always be ready. It’s not like I didn’t like what happened between us last night. I actually loved it and to think I had my first time with no other than Harry Styles.

I turned to look at him to study his face. He looked so cute and handsome. I giggled a little too loud and woke him up.

“Oh.” He grumbles as he sees me, staring at him. “Good Morning.” He mumbles. His morning voice was so deep and sexy that I blushed a little. A little!

“Morning.” I smiled and stood up. I pulled the blanket off him and wrapped it around my naked body.

“Hey!” he grumbles! He was naked too and I could see his erection, uncovered. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I can’t find my lingerie!” I protested. “And I’m starving. I gotta eat, Haz.”

He smiled a little. “Should have known.” He looks at me with his eyes full of excite. God. And to think he just woke up.

“Should have known what?” I asked.

He stood up, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. “That you insist wearing your lingerie. And as a dominant, I don’t want other people to see you wearing that.”

“Harry, what did you do with my lingerie!?” I asked, angrily. Damn it.

“I threw it out.” He shrugs.

“You WHAT? Harry! My best friend bought it for me!”

“Your best friend?” he asks.

I nodded, angrily.

“Is she hot?” he asks.

“Harry! Seriously! What am I gonna wear?” I slumped down on the floor and grabbed my undergarments, clutching onto it. Don’t tell me he’ll only let me wear this.

Suddenly a gray hoodie slapped my face and landed on my thigh. “Wear that.” Harry commands.

I stared at it. “Hoodie? You’re making me wear your hoodie? JUST a hoodie?”

He shrugged. “Well, it’s more appropriate than your lingerie. And by the way, your luggage is at Lou’s room. So what other thing can you wear?”

“But- But- People will see me...” I started.

“Don’t worry! It’ll be just us!”

“Fine.” I stood up and went to the bathroom.

“I don’t get why you have to dress up in there! It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked!” he called.

I ignored him and slipped on my underwear and hooked my bra. I can’t believe this is really happening. Here I am, wearing Harry Styles hoodie. I stared at it for a few more minutes before I slipped it on. It was five inches above my knees and my legs look surprisingly longer. I went out of the bathroom.

Harry was putting on his jeans and tugging on his white shirt. Holy shit. Why is he is so fucking hot? His hair was all messed up and he didn’t even bother fixing it.

I noticed my hair was a mess too. It was so messy that I obviously just had sex. I quickly ran back to bathroom, brushed my hair a few times and tied in a bun.

“Time to go.” He said, knocking on the door and opening it wider.

“Sure.” I answered. I followed after him and he locked the door, twirling with his keys. We walked toward the elevator and we waited as it went down and down with awkward silence. I heard a ping and the elevator opens, revealing a big white hall full of food. And he was right. It was just us. Until I heard laughing noises in my left and saw Niall, Liam, Zayn and Louis, coming out of the other elevator. And obviously, they saw us.

“Hey! Holly! Harry!” Liam called at us.

I sneaked a peek. “You said it was just us!”

He nodded. “Yeah! It’s just us! And by us, I mean, you and me and the boys.”

I looked away from him and rolled my eyes. Sometimes he can be such a jerk.

“Holly. Wo-wow! What are you wearing?” Zayn asked. “You look…”

“Hot.” Niall finished for him. I notice Zayn smirking at Harry and I wonder what they were smirking about. “Well.” Niall continued. “Let’s start eating!” we walked slowly toward the buffet table and I was stopped when someone clutches at my wrist, it was Louis.

“Holly! What happened?” he asked with concern.

I looked away, embarrassed. “Louis, I- I. I fell for it.”

He hugged me. “Hey. It’s fine, love.”

I looked at his eyes. “Really? Well, Louis. I actually liked it.”

He laughed. “Of course you do, it’s Harry Styles we’re talking about.”

I laughed letting go of him. “Well, we’re just friends so, no need to worry about me getting hurt!”

He laughs back and takes my hand, leading me toward the buffet table. I grab a plate and got some chocolate pancakes and fresh strawberries. I moved them aside, to grab some chocolate croissants and bacon. I walk toward the table and sat beside Niall and Harry, who had a piece of pancake only.

“Are you planning to run a marathon or something?” Harry asked me, eyeing suspiciously at my enormous pile of food on my plate.

“No. I’m not. I’m just hungry from last night because you used up all my energy!”

All the boys chocked on their food except Niall. He seemed to not understand so I just ate my food in peace.

“So, Holly. Are you ready for travelling?” Liam asked. He was the only one eating cereals and he looked so cute with his plain white shirt and cut off jeans. “We’ll mostly be on the road.”

I chewed my pancake before I answered him. “Well, yeah. I’m so ready!”

Zayn laughed with my comment for no apparent reason and we all looked at him. “Sorry. But, Holly. To be honest, did you ever have a boyfriend?”

I coughed. “Well… Yeah?”

“How many?” Niall asked this time.

“Uhm... Probably around ten. But I broke up with all of them.”

Niall looked at me with shock. “How come?”

“Well. They always want me to have sex with them and I thought what’s with sex that guys love so much?”

Harry smiled with triumph. That ass is probably rejoicing that I gave in with him. I pouted. I continued to finish my food and drank some apple juice. Damn it. I’m getting fat. My hand travel on its own to my stomach and I grumble. “Damn.” I stood up suddenly and grabbed my phone.

All of them turned to look at me, waiting for me to say something. “I gotta go to the gym!” I said and walked away. I think this is the best time to go to Lou and grab some of my clothes. I went to the elevator and pushed the 7th button. I think she mentioned that she was staying in room 716. As I heard a ping, the doors open and I stepped out, looking for her room.

712, 713, 714, damn it. It was my room until Harry cancelled it. Anyway, 715. 716. There. 716. I knocked on the door and waited until I heard the door click and Lou’s face appears.

“Oh, hey Holly! What happened? I heard that your room got cancelled so I didn’t know where to find you.”

“It’s fine, Lou. I just gotta change and head to the gym.”

“Yeah, sure.” She opens the door wider and lets me in. “Where did you stay, anyway?”

“Harry.” I answered. I opened my luggage and pulled out neon orange Nike shorts and slipped it on. “Why?”

“Nothing.” She sings, a huge grin on her face.

“Seriously.” I say, tugging Harry’s hoodie off and settled with a plain black shirt. “Why?”

“Just be careful.” She warns.

“Thanks! I’ll keep that in mind!” I said, grabbing a towel, my earphones, phone and a bottle of water. Why do people keep telling me that? It’s not like he’s a monster or something. He’s actually pretty sweet, in an evil kind of way.

I walked all the way toward the gym, popping my earphones to my ears and music started playing.

Got me so high, and then she dropped me
But she got me, she got me, she got me bad
Took me inside and then she rocked me
She keep up all night, this is what it sounds like

Whoooa, oh oh oh my lucky strike
Whoooa, oh oh oh my lucky strike
Your body rocking, keep me up all night
One in a million, my lucky strike

I bobbed my head from left to right until I reached the gym. There was no one. It was deserted. I lay my bottle and towel on the floor, and started with the treadmill. I went slowly at first then faster and faster. I jogged to keep up and continued to listen to music.

I thought of going to the gym to think about the boys too. Harry. Liam. Zayn. Niall. Louis. I love them. I love all of them. To think that they’re so nice to me. But, somehow, I’m scared. Why did I ever agree to Harry’s proposal? I mean, I liked it and I wanted more but I’m just scared that someday I might fall in love with him and I’ll just end up broken hearted. I then, stop the music and did what I was supposed to do a few days back. I called Kiera.

I dialed her number and placed her in speaker phone. Every ring made me sweat, hoping that she’ll answer it. And she did. “Holly! Holy shit! How are you?”

I can’t help but smile. “Hey, Kiera. I’m doing fine.”

I heard her smirk. “And your definition of fine?”

“I mean confused and totally missing you.”

She laughs. “Oh! I miss you too, Holly! Ohmygod! Maroon 5 is amazing!”

“Tell me more.” I insisted. I miss her so much. Part of me wished that we never graduated.

“Well, Adam Levine? He’s amazing! In every kind of way!”

I rolled my eyes. “Kiera. You slept with him didn’t you?”

“How did you know?!?”

“Kiera, I’m your best friend. I know if you slept with someone.”

“Well, enough about me. Holly! Have you slept with any of them? You know, One Direction? I mean, you have 5 choices!” I blushed red. How can she ask something like that? 5 choices? Omg. I can’t stop blushing.

“Kiera, to be honest, I have only 2 choices. And honestly, yeah. I did.”

She squealed so loud it made my eardrums explode. “Don’t tell me.” She started.
Don’t tell me. Harry Styles?”

“Yeah, him.” I answered. This time, she squealed louder.

“Holy shit! Holy shit! You slept with Harry fucking Styles! He took your virginity! I can’t believe you reserved yourself for someone famous!”

I sighed. “Kiera, I didn’t reserve myself. It just ‘kinda happened.”

“Well, tell me, Holly! Was he good? Was he big? Was he hot? Tell me!”

I smiled and I knew this was gonna be a long talk.


*Harry’s POV*

I was on my way to gym to see Holly. I was just about to open the door when I heard my name.

“Holy shit! Holy shit! You slept with Harry fucking Styles! He took your virginity! I can’t believe you reserved yourself for someone famous!”

I stopped dead in my tracks. Who was she talking to?

“Kiera, I didn’t reserve myself. It just ‘kinda happened.” I heard her voice talk. So that was Kiera. The best friend she was talking about.

“Well, tell me, Holly! Was he good? Was he big? Was he hot? Tell me!” I heard her friend ask her. I didn’t go in yet. I wanted to hear her answer. And this is a matter of life and death. I will kill her if she tells her friend I’m small.

“Well... Kiera. I’m not really sure what he tastes like. And he was big? I think?” she thinks? Is she fucking serious? She thinks I’m big? Thinks? I will terminate her if this gets out in the press.

“Well, go taste him, Holly!” I smiled.

“Kiera, I don’t do that stuff. And I’m not really sure if I like him enough to do that.”

I frowned. What did she mean? I pressed my ear closer to the door, eager to hear everything.

“What do you mean you don’t like him enough? Holly, are you crazy? That’s Freaking Harry Styles.”

I heard her sigh with frustration. “Kiera, he’s not what you think he is. And I think I like someone else.”

This time, I wished I was invisible so I could go closer and hear everything she says. She likes someone else? But, why do I care? We’re friends after all but I just want to hear who it is.

“You like someone else? Who?”

“Niall.” She answers. What? She likes Niall? Since when?

Her best friend asked the same thing. “Since when, Holly?”

“I don’t know. But Niall is nice. He’s sweet and he actually likes me for me.”

This time, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted her. I walked angrily toward her and clicked her phone shut and shoved it on my pocket.

“Harry! What do you want?” she asks. She stops the treadmill and faces me. She was all sweaty and tired that she looked so hot, it turned me on.

“You.” I answered her. I carried her bridal style and pinned her to the wall using my hips, gripping her hands above her head.

“Harry. Not here.” She tries pushing me away but I knew she wanted me too.

I kissed her. And she kissed back. I sucked her lower lip so I can put my tongue inside her mouth but she hesitates. I then, palm her under and she moans giving me entrance. I swirled and sucked. She moans more and one of her hands cut loose from my grip and landed on my hair. She clutched it and pushed herself toward me. She wanted me too. I smiled.

“Harry,” she moans. She pushes herself upward and I landed on her neck, placing another mark. Then, I travel down to her breasts and tugged her black shirt off. She does the same to me and I laughed. She stops.

“What’s so funny?” She asks innocently.

“You.” I answered. I backed away from her and sat down on of the chairs. “You said you haven’t tasted me. Here’s your chance.” I wait for 5 seconds until she kneels in front of me and unbuckles my jeans. Holly Winters is not much as innocent as I think she is.


*Holly POV*

His erection was wrapped under my fingers and I stared at it, not knowing what to do. Part of me feels bad for him that he’s doing it someone with me.

“Like this,” he whispers distracting me from my thoughts, and he moves his hand up and down with a firm grip round my fingers, and my fingers tighten around him. He closes his eyes again, and his breath hitches in his throat. When he opens them again, his gaze is scorching molten gray. “That’s right, baby.”

He releases my hand, leaving me to continue alone, and closes his eyes as I move up and down his length. He flexes his hips slightly into my hand and reflexively I grasp him tighter. A low groan escapes from deep within his throat. His mouth drops open slightly as his breathing increases. I lean forward, while he has his eyes closed, and place my lips around him and tentatively suck, running my tongue over the tip.

“Whoa… Holly.” His eyes fly open, and I suck harder.

Hmm… he’s soft and hard at once, like steel encased in velvet, and surprisingly tasty – salty and smooth. So this is what men taste like.

“Christ,” he groans, and he closes his eyes again.
Moving down, I push him into my mouth. He groans again. I twirl my tongue around the tip again, and he flexes his hips. His eyes are open now, blistering with heat. His teeth are clenched as he flexes again, and I push him deeper into my mouth, supporting myself on his thighs. I feel his legs tense beneath my hands. He reaches up and grabs my hair and starts to really move.

“Oh… baby… that feels good,” he murmurs. I suck harder, flicking my tongue across the head of his impressive erection. Wrapping my teeth behind my lips, I clamp my mouth around him. His breath hisses between his teeth, and he groans.

“Jesus. How far can you go?” he whispers.

Hmm… I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat and then to the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. I suck harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, swirling my tongue round and round. I had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing.

“Holly, I’m going to come in your mouth,” his breathy tone is warning. “If you don’t want me to, stop now.” He flexes his hips again, his eyes are wide, wary, and filled with salacious need – need for me.

Holy crap. His hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this. I push even harder and, in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips him over the edge. He cries out and stills, and I can feel warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow quickly. Ugh… I’m not sure about this. But one look at him, and he’s come apart in the gym because of me, and I don’t care. I sit back and watch him, a triumphant, gloating smile tugging at the corners of my lips. His breathing is ragged. Opening his eyes, he glares at me.

“Don’t you have a gag reflex?” he asks, astonished. “Christ, Holly… that was… good, really good for a virgin, unexpected though.” He frowns. “You know, you never cease to amaze me.”

I smile and consciously bite my lip. He eyes me speculatively.

“Do you really like Niall?” he asks. He’s standing up now and he fixes his jeans.

“Maybe.” I answer. Wait. So Harry heard everything me and Kiera were talking about?

“I don’t really mind, though.” He says. He helps me stand up and grabs our shirts from the floor. “We’re just friends after all.”

I nodded at him. “Yeah, but with benefits.”

He laughs. “Just promise me one thing.” I nod at him to continue. “Always remember, your body is mine.”

“And your body is mine.” I answer back at him. We wore our shirt at the same time and we high five after, laughing our asses off. He was the best friend you’ve always wanted.

“By the way.” He says when we reached the elevator.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“I’ll help you with Niall.” He answers. And I saw the sincerity in his eyes.

“Really?” I ask. Harry Styles is gonna help me with Niall Horan! I can’t believe this!

“Sure. I am your best friend after all.” He smirks at me and places a hand on my shoulder. Having a best friend with benefits isn’t that bad after all.