That I'm going out of my mind
All day and all night

Interesting…

Lara received the text from Harry three days later. She was working but had kept her phone tucked in her back pocket. She glanced at the clock to see that her shift was nearly over but it didn’t stop her from pausing in a corner of the kitchen to reply.

What’s so interesting?

You

The word appeared on her phone almost instantly making her heart begin to thump in her chest.

Lara paused before tucking the phone back into her pocket. She didn’t have the presence of mind to act coy or fire back a clever reply.She had no time anyhow as she peered through the kitchen door to see James struggling to serve a line of customers.

As she joined James at the front counter, she could feel her phone vibrate as a new message came through. Lara ignored it as she began to serve the first customer, smiling at James grateful look. Fifteen minutes passed before she checked her phone to see the following message.

I want to see you

Lara stared at the five words on her screen, and felt her heart constrict. Why did he want to see her? But instead of why she typed:

When?

Now.

The text message ended with a full stop that seemed final and demanding. Lara glanced around the café to see if anybody could see her. Her breath quickened and she swallowed nervously.

“Are you okay?” James asked concerned. ”It’s not Ben, is it?"

In recent days he had become vocal in his dislike for Ben and his disapproval of their relationship.

“No. It’s Harry.”

“Oh?”

“Do you need me here?”

“Didn’t your shift just end?” He asked and when she nodded, he waved his arms at her.
“Then go!”

As she stood in the elevator she surveyed her reflection in the mirror. Her long hair was swept off her face in a high ponytail and she wore her work uniform, tight black jeans and a black top with sneakers. She shook her head slightly at how unglamorous she looked, but thought it would have to do.

Harry opened the door and she stepped inside trying to not show her nervousness.

She noticed how he didn’t move to hug her like the previous times they had met. Her eyes fell up on the couch and she remembered the time he had roughly bent her over it. She had worn lacy underwear that night and she recalled how he had snapped it against her skin, whilst humming his approval. Her stomach tightened at the memory and she looked up to see Harry watching her as though he could read her mind.

It suddenly dawned on Lara that the concept of them being friends meant the pressure was off. There was no contract to bind them, no Julian watching or instructing, no expectations whatsoever. They were free to do whatever they wanted…in the confines of indoors and away from prying eyes.

When they had been thrown together a year ago, Harry seemed to take the dominant position. She was his, even if it was all just for pretend. Now, they were both on an even playing field, and the thought made her ache with a feeling that sent tingles all over her body.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked and she was surprised to hear his voice was husky.

“Water.” She murmured. Harry nodded curtly before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving Lara to stand by the couch unable to sit down. She felt on edge, unsure about why she had been summoned here. She imagined herself sitting on the couch and having Harry tower over her asserting his dominance. So instead she remained standing and waited for him to return.

Harry seemed to pause when he saw her still standing but then moved to place the glass of water on the coffee table. He stood a couple of feet away from her and looked her up and down and Lara shifted from one foot to the other, hoping she didn’t look as nervous as she felt. When his gaze finally reached her eyes he slowly moved toward her, stopping near her shoulder forcing her to half turn to look at him.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” He said. “A lot.”

He paused as though he expected her to reply, but when she didn’t he continued to speak.

“Have you been thinking about me?”

Lara found herself blushing. How could she tell him that she sometimes lay awake in bed at night thinking about him, his hands, his lips and the way they used to bring her over the edge?

“Yes.” She meekly nodded.

He circled her further making her swallow nervously.

“Sit.” He said and she sat down on the edge of the couch, looking up at him expectantly. He sat down near her and she could see the familiar crinkle on his brow, his green eyes dark with longing. The realisation made her heart start to thump and almost as though it was planned, they both simultaneously lunged toward each other, his lips crashing into hers. Lara fell back on the couch with Harry on top of her in a tangle of limbs and whispers.

“Take it off.” He murmured pulling at her top.

“I’m trying.”

“Take it all off.” His tone grew more urgent as he tossed her top to the side.

He paused to look down at her breasts and their eyes met briefly. She was breathless now, her chest rising as she tried to regain her composure. His fingers lowered to her jeans and he slowly undid the zipper. She lifted her hips allowing him to slip the jeans off easily and helped kick them off.

Lara then took him by the arms and guided him to the floor. He allowed her to push him down until he lay on his back. He didn’t hide his surprise as he clearly didn’t expect her to take charge of the situation, and he now looked up at her expectantly with a slight smirk on his face.

“Your turn to take it off.” She said and he smiled as she lifted his shirt. Once his jeans were pulled off Lara took his hands and pinned them above his head.

“What are you doing?” He murmured his eyes shining.

“Having my way with you.” She said firmly, her fingers pulling down his boxers until he was naked beneath her. “You okay with that?”

“Fuck yeah.” He breathed. “What are you gonna do?”

“Shut up and lie down.” She said, barely recognising her own voice.

He instantly complied and she tried to hide a smile. She remembered how he had once informed her that she was the youngest person he had ever slept with and for that reason Harry had asserted his dominance from the beginning. The first time they had had sex Harry had warned her,

“Let me know if I get too rough.”

And he had not held back. He had been forceful that first time, even showing her where to touch him. But a lot had happened since that day and Lara had since been taught to perform. She eyed his now hard length and licked a small stripe against the underside with the tip of her tongue. Harry’s hips bucked slightly at the sensation, a small gasp escaping his parted lips. She cupped his balls in her hand before taking it into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl over the silky skin.

“Oh fuck…” She heard him moan as she began to suck gently. Her lips lowered to his inner thighs and she slowly licked and kissed the warm skin. Her hand moved to his hard shaft and she slowly pumped it as the kisses on the inside of his thighs turned into gentle nibbles.

Before long she lifted her head and glanced up at Harry. His hooded eyes regarded her as she smiled at him before licking the head of his shaft, her tongue lingering on the slit before she wrapped her lips around him. His head went back as Lara softly began to suck his entire hard length. She felt his fingers tangle in her hair, tugging slightly as the rhythm of her sucking began to pick up pace.

Her hands reached out to grasp his ass, allowing her to bury her face into him even more, his cock now hitting the back of her throat.

“Mmm…” She glanced up to see his eyes shut, his hands now grasping her ponytail. She gently squeezed his ass with her hands before she slowed down again.

“You tease.” She heard him say and he cheekily pulled at her ponytail. She allowed herself a smile as she taunted him further with her tantalisingly slow sucking, her warm tongue relentlessly working his length. He lifted himself slightly, thrusting against her mouth and she hummed against him, allowing the vibrations to reverberate against his cock and causing him to groan in response. She took him all in as she began to bob up and down, her hands closing over his balls. Harry lifted himself up on his elbows to watch her, and one glance up at him saw that his eyes were shining as he bit down on his plump bottom lip. The intent gaze only spurred her on as she quickened the pace, his cock hitting the back of her throat until she could feel it throbbing.

“Fuck… fuck yes.” Harry moaned as he threw his head back, eventually lying on the floor positively squirming beneath her. “I’m so close…”

Lara could feel him twitching before he exploded with a long moan and she felt the warm fluid spilling in and out of her mouth. He tensed beneath her before finally relaxing his body and she fell onto him. Harry’s arm reached around her neck holding her close.

“Where the fuck did you learn to do that?” He asked breathlessly looking down at the top of her head as she buried her face against his chest. She didn’t reply instead raising a finger to trace the outside of the swallow tattoo.

X

“Why don’t you wear make-up?”

Lara glanced at Claire uneasily before looking back at Ben. He was lying on the couch watching her intently.

“I do.” She said simply.

“Yeah but I can’t see it.” He said, and Claire snickered.

“I never used to wear any at all.” Lara said, “Not until last year…”

She found herself trailing off at the grim look on his face before returning her attention to the television show they had all been watching. She had never worn make up… that is until Harry’s manager Julian had brought it up. She had eventually caved in and bought eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss, valiantly trying to fit in to the perfect image of how Harry Styles’ girlfriend should present herself. Since the ‘break up’ she had continued to wear makeup, but had never really felt the need to slather it on.

“Well I think you should wear more.” Ben said flatly. “Like Claire.”

Lara didn’t miss the look of amusement on Claire’s face. She seemed to be enjoying Ben’s ruthless appraisal and Lara’s obvious discomfort.

“I can show you.” Claire offered and Lara couldn’t tell if she was being genuine so she merely shrugged. Claire always wore red lipstick which was a dramatic contrast to her vibrant red hair.

“It’ll bring out your features more.” Ben persisted. “Claire could teach you.”

“Okay, okay I get it.” Lara said not concealing her annoyance and she saw Ben chuckle.

“Feisty.” He murmured, and Lara’s mind snapped back to the memory of standing face to face with Harry at the club.

“Well you’re feistier than you used to be.”

She then switched to the memory from yesterday of Harry underneath her. Her lips had been swollen long after their encounter had ended, and she now couldn’t help but feel an ache between her legs. She wanted him. She wanted him so much she couldn’t think straight. The last day and a half had been a blur and only one thing had stood out; her desire to see Harry again. Maybe even fuck him…

Lara hugged her knees as she tried to focus on the television and ignore Ben’s gaze. She had tuned out of their conversation but was jolted out of her thoughts by Ben speaking to her.

“It’s going to be two days Lara.” He said.

“Two days of what?” She asked not knowing what he was talking about.

“Jesus Lara have you even been listening to me? You’ve been in your own world the past couple of days.” Ben snapped sounding impatient.

“I’m listening now.” She huffed back

“I said Claire and I will be gone for two days. You’ll be okay on your own won’t you?”

Lara bit back a sassy comeback as the wheels started to turn inside her head.

“I’ll be fine.” She said, except she wasn’t thinking about herself at all. The thought of seeing Harry was the only thing dominating her thoughts at that very moment.

Notes

Eek- hope you liked it :)