Underneath

I squeeze my eyes closed, body clenched tight, no idea what happening next. Then, I feel a cold hard object slide into me. “What’s that?” I ask opening my eyes immediately. “Jade,” he says, “It’ll help, the Japanese use it for deflowered virgins all the time.” With this is he kisses me intimately, like I’m semi precious myself. “Come on, ‘we’re going out!” he says.

Downstairs the cool air bites me as we step outside. Cameras flash all around like sheet lightning. He grabs my hand and pulls me to a waiting limo. All the while I feel the smooth piece of jade churn inside me; I grip as hard as I can to stop it falling out. As the car sets off, he puts his jacket round me. The borrowed warmth of his body ebbs into my skin.

“Are we on a date now?” I ask cheekily. “Whooa girl! I haven't even asked you out yet!” he counters smiling. “Hey! I’m a recently deflowered virgin,” I laugh, “throw me a bone for christ sake!”

Charmingly, he drops to his knees in the car, “Beautiful, deflowered virgin, please, please, go on a date with me?” and he looks so un-utterably beautiful it takes all my will power not to scream I Do!

“Well, I don’t, know,” I answer acting coy, “ask me later!” He gets off his knees and presses a button. “Check this out!” he says and hops onto the car seat. Above us, the sunroof slides back.

Harry sticks the top half of his body out the sunroof and I’m left with a pair of skinny legs. If this is a date, its the nuttiest one I’ve ever been on! “Come on!,” he shouts.

Above deck as it were - Its frigging freezing! The neon lights of London flash by as the wind whips my hair into a frenzy. “Harry Styles?” I start. “Yes, my precious?” he answers mocking my tone. “What did you think when you first saw me?” I ask, not knowing why. He grins at me through the cold wind. “I thought…I want one!” (arseshole!) “I’m not a thing!” I bite back. He just smiles, and cuddles me in, “can I keep it?”

“What did I call you before?” I ask loving the feel of his arms around me. “You called me a dickhead,” he answers. “Then you slapped me around a bit’” he adds. “Well, did you learn your lesson?” I ask. “Dunno,” he answers grinning cheekily. “You might have to slap me harder next time.” He folds me into a kiss and we drop into the backseat. We kiss deeply, his arms enclosing me tightly.

“Ok,” says a disembodied voice from the front. I hadn’t noticed the car stop, I hadn't noticed the driver at all to be fair! “thanks!” I say as we get out.

We’re outside a typical tall London house. The front entrance is brightly lit, but every other window is shrouded in darkness. Harry leads me up the steps to a woman wearing a Viennese mask. She nods at him without speaking and hands us a mask each.

“Children’s party?” I ask, holding the mask up to my face. “Sex party,” he corrects pulling his on. “Good,” I say. “I fucking hate jelly.” “How can you hate jelly, you freak of nature? he asks as we walk in.

“Well, without icecream, jelly is just pointless,” I say looking around confused. “Then, with ice-cream…its just a waste of …good icecream.” In front of us a naked woman writhes elegantly in a bowl of whipped cream…

Harry turns to me with an adorable smile, “I want one!” “No!” I say firmly and lead him away.

Where I’m going I have no idea, but a dark room at the base of the stairs room intrigues me. “Keep hold of me,” he says…and for the first time I sense he’s anxious for me…

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