Tru's P.O.V.

It's been about a week since Harry and I went to Coney Island. Since then Perrie has arrived stateside. Her and Zayn moved into the guest house. Harry and Louis have moved into the brownstone with me. While mom, Niall, and Liam remain at my 'Parents' house.
It's been interesting with Harry, Louis, and Thor. I swear at sometimes I love having them here. At other times it's like walking into the aftermath of a shitty frat party. Today is not one of those days thankfully.

"Hey love, do you want some coffee?" Louis asks behind his mug of tea.

Shaking my head no, I feel Harry's arms snake around me grabbing my hips. Nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck Harry exhales, his hot minty breath intoxicating my senses as he presses a trail of wet kisses from behind my ear to my collarbone. Shivers run down my spine as he bites gently on my neck.

"Hey beautiful." Harry murmured in my ear. Dressed in a dark blue V-neck, black skinny jeans, and his hair in a messy quiff. Harry looks more like a Grecian god, rather than a man that grew up in Cheshire, England.

"Well, I'm off mates. I'm meeting this fit little bird down at the beach." Louis wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he walks out the door.
"There is something really wrong with him." Harry says shaking his head, as the loon leaves the house.
"This skirt is killing me, love." he says running his hand up my leg, and under my skirt.
"Mmmm, lace." Harry hums in appreciation, spinning me around to face him. Cupping my cheek with his hand, he gently presses his lips to mine. Moving slowly and gently, Harry pins me to the counter with his hips without breaking the kiss.

Harry runs his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. Parting my lips just enough to allow him entrance, Harry slips his tongue in my mouth, becoming the dominant in our kiss. Fully exploring my mouth, massaging my tongue with his. Running my hands through soft chocolate curls pulling lightly. Harry lets out a throaty groan.

Harry leans me against the counter, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. Deepening the kiss, it turns from slow and gentle, to hungry and passionate. Pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. Harry pulls away panting, and pressing his growing erection into me eliciting a moan from my mouth.

Leaning his forehead against mine, Harry lets out a shaky breath. "Shit Tru, you're killing me." Harry rolls his hips into me again as his phone goes off.

"You'd think that knob would be able to handle this by himself." Harry groans in frustration. Releasing me from his hold, he runs his hands through his curls in frustration.

"I have to go help out in the office. We'll pick this up later." Kissing my neck harshly, sure to leave a mark, Harry palms me through my underwear. Letting out a deep growl and removing his hand Harry gives me a cheeky grin, causing his dimples to pop and his emerald eyes to sparkle.

"I'm going to have you screaming my name, with your legs wrapped around my head." Dropping his right eye in a wink, and shooting me a side smirk, leaving the house, and heading to the office.

"Well Thor, I guess it's just me and you buddy." Scratching the massive dog's ear, I clip on his leash heading for the park.

Walking around Central Park, my thoughts are brought back to my time with Harry today. How his scent is so intoxicating, the way his perfect mouth pull into his one of a kind smile. The way his large and warm hands feel on my skin.

My lips still tingle from our make out session earlier. I'm amazed at how Harry manages to be on my mind. He's the like the perfect blend of red wine and dark chocolate. Whatever it is that's drawing me to Harry is scaring the absolute shit out of me.

After what seems like of walking Thor around the park, and day dreaming about the sex on two legs, that's Harry Styles. I drop Thor off at a kennel, before texting Harry.

To Harry: I'm getting Chinese takeout, want some?

From Harry: Yeah, surprise me love. I'm getting out the taxi now.

"Can I get a #7 a #9, some egg rolls, and an order of dumplings please?" Handing my credit card to the lady, I watch as the once clear blue sky has turned dark and menacing. Shit, the skies are about to open and release hell.

"Order for Tru!" Grabbing our food I run out the exit hoping to make it the 2 blocks without getting completely drenched...

Tossing the food on the counter, I step out of my soaked converse. Catching a glimpse of Harry I freeze in my tracks, forgetting everything.
Soaking wet, with only a towel wrapped low around his hips. Taking in the sight of this absolutely sexy godlike man in front of me. Harry's biceps flex as he dries his curls with another towel. My mouth drops open at the sight of his tattoos, especially his 'might as well' tatt on his v-line.
"Shit Tru, you're fucking soaked." Harry says moving across the room. Taking the towel he had on his head, wrapping it around my shoulders.
"Babe, I don't think wearing a white shirt, is a good idea in the rain." Harry moves his hands down to the hem of my shirt. The air around Harry and I become very thick and sexually charged. Something that always happens when he is in close proximity to me. I'm beginning to think it's a gift of his.

Harry catches my lips with his, lifting me by the back of my thighs. Wrapping my legs around him he carries me into his room.

"Let's get you out of these wet clothes, love." raising my arms above my head, he pulls my shirt off. Goosebumps cover my bare skin as he runs his finger tips from my breasts to the waistband of my skirt.

Pulling his lip between his forefinger and thumb, Harry's eyes move up and down my body hungrily. An animalistic look graces Harry's perfect features. The look he wears is like a direct line to my arousal. Not only does it ignite my desire, but it's hot enough to catch fire to the entire Eastern seaboard.


"Fuck, you're beautiful." Grasping my skirt in his finger, he pulls my skirt completely off, leaving me in my bra and lace thong.
Wasting no time he pulls me against his body. The skin to skin contact is almost too much to handle. Starting from his collarbone I leave a trail of kisses to his happy trail, then moving my lips to his v-line.

"Shiiit Tru, c'mere." Pulling me back to him, Harry skillfully unclasp my bra, while pushing me back towards his bed. Parting my lips with his, he takes over my senses as his kiss turns me into putty.

Like a puppet on string Harry guides to where he wants me on his bed. My body is in his full control as he lays me down, and slowly, teasingly pulls my panties down. Running his hands from my thighs to my breasts, he has me writhing in anticipation.

Positioning himself between my legs, Harry's plump lips kiss from my hips to my neck, alternating between kissing and biting.

Wrapping my arms around him, I knead my fingers into his back, lifting my hips towards his growing erection. Harry rolls his hips, the towel being the only barrier between me and his manhood.

"Harry, stop teasing." I moan as he slowly inserts two fingers into me. Pumping his fingers in and out, curling them at the end. I feel my lower region tighten as he quickly and skillfully brings me closer to my release.

"Shit, you're so fucking wet and tight." Harry pulls out of me before I reach my high. Panting, I watch as he pulls the towel off, and grabs a condom.

Again, his body sends me into a daze. Harry kneels between my legs, as I firmly grasp his incredible length and girth in my hand. Harry throws his head back, closing his eyes as I pump my hand up and down.

Harry grips the sheets as I continue my efforts. Drawing his lip between his teeth, he stops my movements.

"Lay down, now" He commands. Laying down I watch as he rips open the gold packet, and rolls the condom down his extraordinary length. Grasping my hips he pulls me down to him.
"Harry, fuck me." I moan as he rubs himself against my entrance slowly. Harry relents slamming into me. Drawing a sharp breath between my teeth, I arch my back as he rolls his hips thrusting into me.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight." Harry says in a ragged breath. Grabbing the headboard with one hand, and my hip with the other, his movements become harder and deeper. My hips matching his own movements as he continues to pound into me.

"Don't stop, please don't stop." I beg and moan beneath him. His grip on my hip increases, as he lifts my hips off the mattress, thrusting into me harder and faster.

Both of our breathing increases, as my walls clench around him, as I near my climax. Harry's eyes have dilated so much that his emerald colored irises are barely visible. His movements become sloppier as he pants a colorful array of curses.

"Shiit, FUCKKK, mmmm, Damn it Tru! Come for me , baby." His words and movements push me over the edge. Drenching us, I scream my orgasm to the ceiling, while Harry continues to move in and out of me, causing my to spasm around him.

"God, yes HARRRYYYYYY!!!!!" I scream, running my fingernails down his back. Harry thrusts into me a few more time, before finding his own release.

"Fucking hell, Tru!" He pants. Burying himself deep inside of me, he stills as he reaches his release. Vision blurry and utterly speechless I watch Harry as he collapses next to me removing the condom. Body covered in a sheen of sweat he pulls me onto his chest.
Heart beat racing I lay my head on his bare chest, still not coherent enough to form words I run my hand through his curls.

"Fuck that was amazing. Can we just not move for a while?' He pants. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, I nod before kissing Harry deeply...

Notes

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