Harry Styles Heats Up LA

Harry Styles and his current squeeze were spotted in Hollywood this week getting hot and heavy by the pool.

Harry and his band mates were in town laying down some tracks for their upcoming album, but that didn’t stop Harry from taking time out for a dip in the pool.

The temperature rose when Harry decided to apply sunscreen on his bikini clad girlfriend in a steamy display that rivalled their recent public display of affection. A quick swim afterwards was needed for the loved up couple to cool off.

Now that they have taken the big step and moved in together, should we be expecting wedding bells any time soon?

Lara looked at the photos of herself and Harry with a detached fascination, as though she were looking at two strangers. The photos depicted a young couple in the throes of romance, enjoying their time together.

She scrolled down to see a grainy photo of the two kissing; it was a photo from the premiere after party, and must have been secretly taken by someone with a mobile phone. They were wrapped up in each other’s arms, engaged in a passionate kiss. She couldn’t help but smile when she spotted Julian in the background watching them with an unimpressed look on his face.

Lara heard the front door open and quickly lowered the laptop and returned to her course notes, pretending to be engrossed in her school work. Harry walked straight over and placed his hand over her book.

“You can throw them all away.” He said.

Lara looked up at him as if he was crazy and he gave her an enigmatic smile.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“You don’t have to go back there again.” Harry said, looking as though he was enjoying the confused look on her face.

“Why? What are you talking about?” She began to sound impatient.

“I’ve been watching you since we came back from LA, and I know that you’re not happy. You’ve been working non-stop.”

“I had to catch up…” She said lamely.

“Yeah, well I had enough of that. I spoke to Julian and explained the situation to him. How you weren’t happy and that you really wanted to do interior design and voila!” He handed her a few sheets of paper. “These are application forms to three of the top design schools in London. Take your pick and apply.”

He stood there a huge smile plastered on his face as he waited for her to react. Lara could only sit there and stare back at him dumbfounded.

“Oh shit, you’re angry, aren’t you?” He said nervously after a moment. “Listen, the only thing stopping me from doing it before was your fake twat Uncle. I didn’t want him to tell your parents and getting you into trouble. But now that I know he isn’t and that he won’t… well…”

A deafening silence followed before Lara rose from her chair and put her arms around him. She hugged him close, and it took a moment for him to respond before he also returned the embrace. He lifted her chin and noticed that a tear had slipped down her cheek.

“Why the tears?” He asked as he traced his finger over them.

“I just didn’t expect this… thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He said looking down at her.

“What did Julian say?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“He wasn’t too interested to be honest, so he just handed it over to his assistant. She did a bit of research and came up with three schools. You might have to wait till Term 2 to actually get in, but who cares-“

Lara interrupted Harry’s chatter with a long kiss.
He devoured her lips, and paused to open his eyes when he realised Lara kissing him back with equal fervour. She backed him onto the couch until he sat down, and then straddled him. He looked at her with interest as she unbutton his red flannel shirt,

“Gee if I knew this was going to happen I would have made you quit sooner.” He said with a small smile.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” He said his face suddenly serious.

“Shut up and relax.” She growled.

“You’re beginning to sound more like me every day.” He said with a throaty laugh, and he looked at her as if he were seeing her for the first time as she began to undress him

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There was a subtle shift in their relationship from that day. Lara could feel it.

And there was no doubting she was officially in love with Harry Styles.

Julian was blissfully unaware, and in fact had limited his contact with her since they returned from LA.

It seemed like they didn’t need his guidance anymore.

They began to spend more time together; moments that were not dictated by someone else. She didn’t know how Harry felt about her, only that she was the only person occupying his bed at night. But despite not knowing how he felt, she could see the changes in him.

Whereas before he had been aloof and quiet, he now shared things with her. Sometimes it was a funny incident from his work day, or a complaint about someone that had bothered him. Lara had all the time in the world to listen.

She had officially withdrawn from her teaching course and was on the waiting list for the design school of her choice.

It would have been lonely if it weren’t for Harry.
He would return from working on the album during the day, and they would grab a bite to eat.

One night, Harry suggested they go to the movies. He wore a baseball hat that he hated over his eyes and let Lara buy the popcorn while he waited in the cinema. She returned to the cinema to hear squeals and laughter. As she ascended the steps, she could see Harry happily surrounded by a group of girls. It seemed like the baseball hat had not worked after all.

The autograph and photograph pleas began, and Lara stood awkwardly to the side as she watched Harry smile for photos and chat to his fans. They acknowledged her presence momentarily before turning their attention to Harry. When the opening credits began and the chatter hadn’t died down a few other theatregoers must have complained because the manager appeared out of nowhere.

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” He said almost apologetically. Harry gave an understanding nod, as it had become clear that the girls were not going to settle down.

The manager handed Harry complimentary tickets and apologised again, offering to sneak them into another cinema. Harry declined especially when he saw some of the girls leave the cinema in search of him. Harry and Lara were led to a staff exit, and were secretly ushered out into an alley.

“That was close.” Harry laughed as he took her hand “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Lara smiled.

One of the lampposts was busted, casting shadows, as they strolled down the empty lane.

“It sometimes happens.” He said with a shrug.

“What, having girls throwing themselves at you?”
He flashed his customary smile but still looked embarrassed.

“You weren’t so shy five minutes ago.” Lara teased.

“Me, shy?” He asked as he backed her against the wall. She smiled up at him and he responded by kissing her.

“Did you like any of them?” She found herself asking.

“Like them?” He repeated, as he reached over to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Yeah.” She said uncomfortably.

“No.” He said simply. When he realised she wanted him to elaborate, he sighed. “No, I’ve never been interested in a fan. They’d probably faint as soon as I would touch them.”

“If you do say so yourself.” Lara couldn’t help but say.

“Well it’s true. Anyway I like the chase.” He said, his eyes fixed on hers. He held back for a moment and gazed at her.

“You’re so pretty Lara.” He said. “So pretty and innocent.”

“I’m not that innocent.” She huffed.

“Maybe not so innocent since you got mixed up with me.” He said half to himself. He frowned slightly as he found her lips again. She responded with a soft moan as his tongue found hers, her back pressing up against the brick wall. She felt his hand trail down her front, and down to her jeans.

“What are you doing?” She mumbled, only to have his mouth cover hers again.

“Shh…”

His fingers fumbled with the button until it came undone and she glanced down to see his hand disappear in her underwear, pulling them down slightly.

“Harry-“

“I want you to come for me.” He whispered.

“Here?” She glanced around even though they were alone.

“Here.”

His fingers gently rubbed her and she felt her breath quicken as he pulled her jeans down lower with his other hand.

“How does that feel?” Harry’s teeth grazed her neck, and she could feel him gently bite and lick her. He continued to work his fingers, playing with her until he could feel her relax under his touch.

“You’re so wet.” He murmured. Lara’s eyes flew open when she felt his finger enter her, his other hand holding onto her arm to keep her steady. She pressed her thighs together and couldn’t help but flinch at the sudden invasion of her body.

“You need to relax into it.” Harry guided her as she breathed in deeply.She distracted herself by kissing his full mouth, devouring his lips so hungrily that she almost didn’t notice a second finger inside her. His free hand reached under her top to gently cup her breast but he soon began to squeeze tightly, causing her to moan against his mouth. Lara rocked her hips against his fingers, as they found her sweet spot, pressing into it until she found herself teetering on the edge.

“Not so fast…” He said huskily, as he slowed down, deliberately prolonging the moment. He could feel her shudder beneath him, her legs closing in on his fingers, as she tried not to buckle at the knees. She wanted to cry out in protest, but could only let out a little whimper as he flicked his fingers against her sweet spot again, and the ache between her legs intensified all over again.

“Harry, please…” She pleaded and she could hear him softly chuckle in her ear as he slowed down again, fingers teasing, his lips finding her neck again as he nipped her with his teeth. He broke her skin and she found herself caught on a tightrope between pain and pleasure.

“Harry-“She whimpered clinging on to him.

“Come for me…” He breathed as he felt her clamp around his fingers, grinding against them until she exploded with pleasure, all whispers and moans. She breathed heavily as she placed her head on his shoulder her body weak and vulnerable. He held her up against him, and kissed the top of her head.

“What have you done to me?” Lara whispered into his chest.

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