Wanna be the first to take it all the way like this

Lara awoke the next day alone and sprawled naked on Harry’s bed. She stretched her limbs before her eyes fell upon her satchel propped up in the corner and she realised Harry must have left it there for her. After freshening up in the adjoining bathroom, she pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a One Direction singlet she had bought a couple of days ago. The picture on the top must have been a few years old, because it depicted a bright eyed picture of the group with Harry’s hair styled in a quiff and a huge cheesy grin on his face. She had bought it as a joke, hoping it would make him laugh.

She pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, grabbed her phone and made her way out into the living room. Finding no sign of Harry, she switched on her phone to find three missed calls from Ben and a couple of text messages asking her why she wouldn’t answer her phone. Lost in her own thoughts she walked into the kitchen to find Louis seated at the table.

“Oh my God, you scared me.” She breathed, not expecting to see him there. He opened his mouth to respond, but his eyes fell on her top and he burst out laughing instead.

“What the fuck is that?” He spluttered.

“It was meant to be a joke.” She stammered.

“Well, I’m laughing, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, thanks.” She said embarrassed, joining him at the table.

“You’re funny.” He said and without warning he grabbed her phone.

“Hey!” She cried.

“Calm down.” Louis muttered as he tapped on the keypad. A few moments later he handed it back to her. “That’s my number.”

She looked down at her phone and then back at Louis not knowing what to say.

“You can call me if you ever need anything.” He winked.

“Why?” She said dully.

“You’re a student aren’t you? You’re probably skint half the time… I can help you out with stuff if you ever need it.” He said.

Lara was trying to think of an appropriate reply when Harry walked in wearing nothing but his boxers, his hair all wet.

“Good morning.” He said brightly. “Just had a shower in the other bathroom so I wouldn’t wake you and-“

The expression on his face changed when he saw Lara’s top, and a huge smile spread across this face.

“What in the world are you wearing?” He asked.

“A top.” Lara smiled up at him.

“Yeah, with my face on it.” Harry grinned, reaching out to gently pull her ponytail.

“Hilarious.” Louis muttered sarcastically, taking the opportunity to stick his tongue out at Lara. She checked to see if Harry was looking before she stuck her tongue at Louis as he leant back in his chair.

“I was at my flat this morning… looks like everything is pretty much done, so I’ll be going back there today.”

“So you’re not going to house sit for me while I’m gone?” Harry asked jokingly, turning to switch on the kettle.

“Nope.” Louis said resoundingly.

“Good. I won’t have to come home to a drug den.”

“Fuck off. It was just one joint… stop acting like you’re a fucking saint.”

“Watch your fucking language.” Harry said, and they both laughed as Lara sat awkwardly watching the exchange. She noticed how Louis’ eyes crinkled at the edges when he smiled and the fond look Harry gave him in return.

“So what are you guys doing today?” Louis asked drumming his fingers on the tabletop.

Lara looked at Louis trying to ascertain whether he was being sarcastic or not. He knew that she and Harry had to keep their relationship under wraps. They weren’t allowed to do anything. Technically she shouldn’t even be there. Was he saying this to rile them up?

“I think we’ll just stay in.” Harry said momentarily sounding uncomfortable.

“What… all day and all night?” Louis asked in mock surprise. “Sounds like fun.”

An awkward silence followed before Harry directed a casual wink toward Lara and she couldn’t help but wink back.

Louis hung around a while longer, but it was his turn to become uncomfortable when Harry’s attention switched to Lara.

Harry busied himself around the kitchen making breakfast leaving Lara and Louis to sit together at the table. She had become more used to his presence, but the looks he now shot her way unnerved her.

They were loaded with meaning, as if to say “I know your secret and isn’t it hilarious that Harry doesn’t?”

As she drank her tea, she idly wondered if he would ever tell Harry about the cocaine. She didn’t dwell on it too much because the very thought scared her, and besides, it was out of her control now.

Louis soon made excuses about having things to do, and he eventually left, leaving Harry and Lara to eat their breakfast on the rooftop. It was nice to sit in the open air instead of being cooped up inside, which was what they all had to look forward to. But as she watched Harry munch on his toast, he smiled at her broadly and she couldn’t help but smile back at the sight of his cute dimples.

They heard the door suddenly click open and an older lady walk out. Harry greeted her politely, and she smiled back. Lara had almost forgotten that the rooftop was a communal area and that all residents had access. Harry raised his eyebrows at Lara as the lady began to leisurely water the flower boxes that lined the borders.

Lara self-consciously crossed her arms realising she was still wearing the One Direction shirt and she looked up to see Harry smile at her.

“I don’t think she’ll notice.” He said. “I doubt she’s much of a fan.”

Lara smiled back and Harry tipped his chin up at her.

“Kind of like you.” He said. “You weren’t much of a fan either, remember?”

“Don’t I look like a fan to you?” She asked, slightly sticking out her chest to show him the top.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He said lowly and Lara instantly stopped when she looked
down to see her breasts straining against her thin material.

“But look at you now. You’re the perfect fan now.” He teased. “Little ponytail and top… perfect little fan.”

She couldn’t help but feel the warmth pool between her legs as she took in his expression, the way his hooded eyes regarded her as he licked his lips.

It wasn’t long before they were in bed, wildly kissing each other as their clothes were thrown to the floor.

X

They ended up on the rooftop at midnight, and Lara found herself stepping to the edge of the railing, staring into the distance.

Lara felt his fingers in her ponytail before she even knew he was standing behind her and then his hand tug on her hair pulling her toward him. She stepped back against his chest as his arms snaked around her waist. They both took in the city before them in silence, until she felt Harry’s warm lips press down on the side of her neck. She couldn’t help but arch her back slightly, her ass rubbing onto his crotch.

“What are you doing?” He murmured.

“Nothing.”

“Keep doing it.” He mumbled his face now buried in her hair. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck as he pulled her ponytail harder.

“More.”

She moved her hips slightly from side to side before pushing back gently his arousal fast becoming evident.

“Move.” His deep voice urged as he tapped her on the hips with his fingers.

She let her head fall back on his chest as she began to sway, and then grind against him.

“Move for me baby.” He murmured, and she rolled her hips even more. Her hand found its way behind her as she palmed him through his jeans, enjoying the effect she was having on him. She unzipped his jeans with one hand, about to let it slip into his boxers.

“What are you doing?” He murmured again huskily. “We can’t do it here.”

“Why not?” She breathed.

“Someone might see.”

“We’re so high up, nobody will notice a thing.” Her head tilted up, her lips inviting him to kiss her. He lowered his lips on her with a small sigh as she began to pump him, but then broke away.

“Anybody could walk out here.” He said.

“It’s midnight… who’s going to come up on a rooftop at midnight?” Lara said and he laughed against her hair.

“The media would have a field day.” He mumbled to himself. The mention of the media made her realise that any other twenty one year old would have been fucking her right now. Harry was different. Despite his young age, he had responsibilities and expectations forced upon him and it wasn’t always easy for him to let go.

“Nobody can see.” She replied.

Lara could feel him pause before reaching around to unzip her jeans and pulled them down
to the top of her thighs. She felt his cool hands dip in over her underwear to rub over her warm ass, the soothing sensation causing her breath to quicken. She had become wet at the thought of an unsure Harry and was positively soaked when he listened to her pleas to continue. His fingers made their way to the folds between her legs, and he gently stroked her.

“What if someone walked out right now?” He whispered.

“I don’t care.” Lara whispered back. She unzipped his jeans and slipped her hand under his boxers to hear him exhale a shaky breath. It was a slow rhythmic dance of Harry’s fingers teasing her sensitive nub, while Lara pumped him, her fingers wrapped around his hard member.

“They could watch.” She added after a moment, and the thought of someone watching them caused her to moan softly. She wasn’t sure what she would do if it were actually happening… but the thought of it made her want to come undone right then and there.

“You’d like that?” Harry murmured curiously into her ear as he let his index finger easily glide into her.

“I think it would be hot.” She said as his finger pumped in and out of her. He added another finger and she strained against it, wanting more. She quickened her pace, causing him to slightly lean on her back and for her to slump forward over the cement barrier.

“Sorry.” He whispered. She looked over her shoulder to see him glance around. The only sound to be heard was the traffic below, the buildings nearby looming in the darkness.

“I’m going to take you right now.” He said. “If anyone’s watching… I hope they enjoy the show.”

He took her by the arms and positioned her in front of him

“I want you to stick out that pretty little ass of yours.” He ordered and she immediately leant her arms on the railing and bent over. He adjusted her jeans slightly, and her breath hitched in anticipation, only to feel his hand reach out touch her again, easily finding her sweet spot. Lara whimpered, trying with all of her might to not let go right there and then.

“Bend over more.”

Lara bent over further, feeling Harry position himself from behind. She heard the rustle of the condom’s foil packet and then a few moments later the sweet sensation of Harry entering her.

“Do you want this?” He asked.

“Yes.” She replied.

“How much do you want it” He said remaining still in her until she squirmed.

“A lot. I want it a lot. I want it now.” She heard herself babble.

“Fuck yes.” She heard Harry moan as he hips began to grind into her. The fingers from left hand twirled in her ponytail roughly pulling her hair back, as the fingers from his right hand reached over to play with her as he continued to thrust.

Lara stared out at the city below as Harry fucked her, the pleasurable sensation causing her head to spin and her cheeks to flush pink. They had both been verging on the edge of an orgasm for a while now, and it didn’t take long for the pleasure to build.

Loud moans broke into the air as Harry let out a string of expletives, his right hand now holding her upright as he rammed into her and they rode out the orgasm together. They stood there for a few moments as they steadied their breathing and collected their thoughts.

Harry lifted himself off her and pulled his jeans up, quickly buttoning them up. Lara could sense his sudden nervousness and so she did the same, and then turned to look at him. His green eyes were shining brightly and his cheeks were pink as he leant forward to kiss her deeply.

“That was so hot.” He said. “You were so hot. But let’s get out of here because someone calls the police.”

Once they returned to the apartment, Harry disappeared into the bathroom and Lara idly switched on her phone for the first time since yesterday.

More missed calls and more messages from Ben. She scrolled through them quickly, before Harry returned, until she reached the final message that made her skin crawl.

We are so fucking done. Just wait till I get home.

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She had become more used to Louis' presence, but the looks he now shot her way unnerved her.

They were loaded with meaning, as if to say “I know your secret and isn’t it hilarious that Harry doesn’t?”