Secrets / Black & White / Playing for Keeps

Lara trudged up the stairs of the apartment and unlocked the door. With a heavy heart she placed her handbag down on the couch and was about to sit down when Harry emerged from the kitchen, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a bandana holding his hair back.

“Where were you?” He asked flatly.

“I had lunch with Ben.” She said with only a hint of hesitancy.

She could see Harry freeze in his tracks and his mouth move slightly as he swore under his breath.

“How was Louis?” She asked.

“I wasn’t with Louis.” Harry said not hiding his annoyance.

“Who was the message from then?”

“Lou.”

“Louis?” Lara threw a confused look his way.

“No, Lou Teasdale.” Harry said. “My friend... the hair stylist you met at the premiere.”

“Oh.” She said softly.

“Feel stupid now?” He asked with a little smirk.

Lara rubbed her eyes, suddenly feeling tired. She turned to leave when he spoke up again.

“So how was Uncle Ben?I haven’t seen him in ages… think he’s been avoiding me.”

Lara watched as Harry moved closer to her, a distinct edge to his voice.

“I wouldn’t know.” She replied uncomfortably.

Harry’s hands gripped her arms and she flinched slightly.

“I thought I told you to keep out of his way.” He said staring at her, his eyes dark and angry.

“Jealous much?” Lara mumbled avoiding his gaze.

“That’s beside the point. He’s not good for you Lara.”

“What about you? Are you good for me?” She asked.

“Is that why you went?” He said ignoring her, “To make me jealous?”

Lara shrugged her shoulders, looking slightly defeated when he placed his finger to her chin and made her look up at him.

She was about to ask him if it had worked when he lowered his mouth onto hers. She couldn’t help but allow herself to melt in his embrace, feeling his hands lower to her behind and pushing her closer to him.

His movements were strong and deliberate, and different to the gentle Harry from this morning. He seemed to be trying to prove a point to her, and confirmed it by taking her skin between his teeth.

“Has he marked you like this?” He murmured as he bit her gently, eventually breaking the skin. He tangled her hair into his hands and pulled it slightly when she did not answer. “Did he?”

“Noo…” She answered, feeling her heart beat faster. His raspberry lips meshed with hers slowly and rhythmically before biting her bottom lip and then returning to the kiss.

“Has he kissed you like this?”

“No, it’s not like that-“She was cut off by Harry’s mouth kissing her fervently. She felt completely lost and small in his arms, his strong grip keeping her pinned to him, his fingers still tangled in her hair.

His lips trailed down her neck to her chest and he loosened his grasp on her to take off her top. She raised her arms obediently as he slipped it off, his arms encircling her waist once again, his mouth making its way down to the top of her breasts. His fingers traced over her bra, before he unhooked it, dropping to the floor.

“Has he touched you like this?” He whispered, his hand firmly cupping her breast. “Has he?”

“No…” Lara mumbled, not really wanting to speak but apprehensive about how he would react if she didn’t.

His hands dropped to her skirt, easily slipping it off. He tugged at her underwear pulling them down slightly as his fingers started to play with her.

“Has he touched you like this?” He asked again

“I said no.” Lara said.

“Are you sure?” His hand paused.

“Yesss.” She whimpered, and she heard him softly chuckle in her ear as he continued to touch her. There was silence for a while except for the sound of their heavy breathing.

“He hasn’t fucked you like I have, has he?” Harry asked and she wanted to roll her eyes, but the pleasure was intensifying and it didn’t help when he lowered his mouth onto her breast, peppering it with kisses before pausing to suck gently.

“Only you…” She breathed arching her back slightly, her long hair tumbling back. “It’s only been you.”

As if in reply he hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom. He dropped her onto the bed with a thump and they both couldn’t help but smile at each other.

His eyes raked over her nude body before he tugged his shirt over his head and stepped out of his shoes and jeans. Lara lay on the bed watching him as his eyes focussed on hers, an intense look on his face. He didn’t break eye contact as he crawled between her legs and felt her warmth.

Lara couldn’t help but hear Ben’s words reverberate in her mind.

“This wasn’t meant to last forever, Lara.”

She was floating on a sensation that she didn’t want to end. She was lost in thought when Harry cupped her face into his hands. He silently looked at her as if to ascertain she was okay. She nodded as she felt his weight on her, his hands spreading her legs.

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Lara lazily typed in Harry’s name in Google in what was becoming a daily event of her uneventful days. A heading caught her eye, and she clicked onto it to read:

Harry Styles’ Girlfriend: “I wonder if I’m the right girl”


Harry Styles’ student girlfriend has started to see the downside of being the girlfriend of one of the world’s most wanted men. Sources say the nineteen year old is starting to buckle under the pressure of their high profile relationship, preferring to stay well away from the limelight.

“I love Harry, but it’s so hard sometimes.” Lara has said, according to close sources. “I’m not used to all the attention like he is. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the right girl for him.”

The couple have been keeping a low profile the last couple of weeks but now with the upcoming release of the new One Direction album, this will soon change drastically.


Lara felt no emotion reading it, except for an empty feeling at the pit of her stomach. Well done, Julian, she thought to herself. She had never uttered those words, but according to a “close source” this is how she felt.

She chewed on her nails absentmindedly as she scrolled down to read the reader’s comments.

What a bitch! She should be happy to be with someone as beautiful as Harry.

I wish I could swap places with her- she doesn’t know how good she has it!

It’s so hard???? Oh boohoo...Cry me a river :p

Lara stopped reading and loudly snapped her laptop shut before lying back on the bed. The end was coming, she could feel it. The seeds of doubt were being sowed, even without her knowledge.

The entire scenario was being orchestrated by the powers above, and she and Harry were the puppets in the play. She began to realise how easily dispensable she was...

Notes

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