The Assistant

The way Nora was panting made Harry’s entire body ache. He might just spontaneously combust the next time he heard her moan into his ear.

“Harry, I don’t think this is such a good idea,” Nora whispered, causing his eyes to shoot open and look down at her. It was a long way from the moan he’d been hoping for.

“Why do you always question?” He asked her with more than a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“I just—” She stammered, as she pushed up against his chest.

“You need to stop worrying,” he told her, leaning in to kiss her neck.

“Says you, who doesn’t have shit riding on this,” she said as he kissed her neck.

“Nor, this is adventurous. This is fun. This is dangerous. This is sexy. You are sexy,” he said, continuing the foreplay.

“Mm,” she moaned and he smiled against her neck. There it was.

“Nora,” Harry breathed against her lips.

“Hmm,” she hummed.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he promised as he looked down into her eyes. She just stared back at him looking wonder struck.

“I know you’re worried about… stuff. But I just… you don’t… just you don’t have to worry, okay. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he told her again.

Harry watched as her eyes softened and her brows furrowed slightly.

“Harry…” She breathed seconds before he felt her hand grip the back of his neck and pull him down so their lips connected.

Being the good guy wasn’t hard after all. He couldn’t really say he had any real experience in the matter. He did play the asshole in pretty much every relationship he ever had. But for some reason, there was something about Nora that made him want to change his ways. Maybe it was her total disregard of him – her complete loathing of him that did him in. Something made him want to weasel his way in. And now that he was finally there, it felt good.

“Think of all the girls who don’t get a chance at making out with Harry Styles now…” Nora smiled against his lips.

“Who says?” Harry asked, smirking down at her.

“Fuck you,” she laughed, smacking his chest lightly.

Harry pulled up, kneeling between her legs, his hands holding up her knees against his hips.

“Who says I only kiss you?” Harry asked, smirking deviously at her, testing the water a bit. He wasn’t kissing anyone else, but who said he couldn’t if he wanted to?

“Pssssh,” she huffed, blowing out a large, sarcastic breath as she tried to sit up underneath him.

“No, Nora. Get back down. I’m just asking,” Harry chuckled, pressing his body down against hers again.

“Well, I’m not kissing anybody else. And I’m sure as hell not fucking anybody else,” she explained, her hands on his chest, trying to keep him at a distance.

“Who’s stopping you?” He asked her, curious of what she would say.

“What? Do you want me to fuck other guys?” She scoffed and he shrugged passively. He didn’t. He really didn’t want her to, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.

“God. Gross,” she said, pushing hard against his chest, heaving him off of her.

“What?” Harry chuckled. Nora sat up, turning away from him as another scoff escaped her lips.

“I’m just saying, if I’m sleeping with somebody, I’m not out fucking other people,” she said, turning her head to look at him.

“Like exclusivity?” Harry questioned, cocking his eyebrow at her. Was she looking to call him ‘boyfriend’?

“No,” she said with thick attitude in her voice.

“But you’re saying you’re not sleeping with other people and you don’t want me sleeping with other people. Sounds to me like—” He began, getting cut off before finishing the thought.

“That’s not – no. I don’t – ugh. God!” She stammered out her frustration.

“Wasn’t it easier when you hated me?” Harry smirked at her.

“I still do,” she snapped, sending him a glare.

“Sure,” he laughed outright.

“I do,” she pressed.

“Mm-hmm. You love to hate me so much, don’t you, Nora?” Harry breathed seductively, pressing forward, grabbing her by the waist to pull her back onto the couch.

“Knock it off,” she giggled through a growl.

“Knock what off? This?” He asked, working his body between her legs again before thrusting his hardness against her.

“Ohhh. God – you suck,” she moaned.

“Mm-hmm. I do,” Harry hummed against her lips before pressing his firmly against them. She immediately began kissing him back hungrily, to which he silently delighted in.

Fooling around on the tour bus was one of Harry’s favorite adventures on tour. And having a girl to do it with that traveled with him was A-fucking-plus. He didn’t have to scour the crowd of waiting fan-girls. He had Nora. He had a beautiful, older woman at his disposal. Sure, she took a little convincing almost every time he wanted to hook up, but it was well worth it.

“I hate you so much,” she moaned almost inaudibly as he kissed his way down her neck, simultaneously pushing up her shirt.

“You love it,” he said, doing his best to remove the obstructive fabric.

Her glossy eyes sent his a glare and he chuckled, thoroughly amused by her as his fingers immediately went to popping open the button on the front of her jean shorts.

“Just… we don’t have a lot of time,” Nora said impatiently as she began to shimmy herself out of her shorts.

Harry smiled down at Nora, happy that she was finally fully on board. A moment later he pulled off his own shirt and pushed down his black skinny jeans. As Harry reached up to pull down the straps of her bra, she swatted at his hands.

“Just leave it on. Come on,” she said, pushing down her panties.

“Fine. But—” Harry said, gripping onto the front of her bra, popping out both of her breasts.

“There,” he smiled, satisfied with himself.

“Typical,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she grabbed onto his hips, pulling him down on top of her.

“What? You have nice tits,” he told her.

“Nice,” she scoffed sarcastically at his word usage.

“Mmm,” he moaned, reaching up to grab the closest one.

“Just—come on,” she said reaching down, grabbing onto his already hardened penis.

“Christ,” he chuckled, looking down as she helped guide him inside of her.

The second Harry pushed in, a satisfying moan escaped from her lips and he smirked down at her. Her eyes were closed and she looked so content, like she just got everything she ever wanted. Within moments, Nora’s eyes opened, staring back into his and he realized he paused for too long – he let his thoughts linger and he was not going fast enough for her.

“What are you doing?” She hissed at him.

“You,” he said, immediately beginning a rhythm inside of her.

With the prospect of being caught at any moment, it made it so much better. Harry liked to live a little dangerously, being a little rebellious by nature. And what was more rebellious than fucking the forbidden assistant in the bands tour bus?

“Fuck, Nora,” Harry groaned as his fists clutched tightly to the couch cushion below them. Her breathing was coming out in gasps with every thrust and it was so fucking sexy.

“Faster, Harry,” she moaned, digging her fingertips into the flesh of his back.

Harry knew she just wanted to get it over with. He knew her mind was secretly stuck on the fact that she had everything riding on this one fuck. Anyone of the guys could burst in, witnessing them in all their sexual glory. And really, Harry could try his hardest to keep them from sending her packing, but after witnessing something like that, he wasn’t sure he’d hold much pull in the situation. But he would sure as hell try his best if it came down to it.

Harry’s hips rocked back and forth against hers, faster and faster until little whimpers started coming out with her heavy pants. He could already feel the slight tingling of orgasm and hoped like hell she was getting there too, because with this new heightened rhythm, he was bound to bust his shit soon.

“Ohww,” Nora groaned, closing her eyelids tightly. She was almost there.

Harry buried his face deep within the crook of her neck as his lower half did all the work. Her moans in his ear were only egging him on to bring him straight to his end.

“Keep going,” she panted, her voice coming out breathy and strained. Her blunt fingertips buried deep within the flesh of his back. Harry didn’t know how long she needed him to last for, but the end was fucking near.

“Nora, I’m gonna—” Harry grunted in her ear.

“Keep going,” she said firmly and he knew he needed to hold on just a little bit longer.

Holding himself back as best he could, he continued thrusting deeply into her, listening as her breaths almost started choking her as they came faster and faster. He let out a deep groan due to the fact that it was almost impossible to hold himself back at this point.

“Nora,” Harry groaned in her ear.

“Oh-oh-oh,” she moaned and he was certain as her body fell at ease that she finished.

“Fuckk,” he groaned, letting himself go too, unable to hold it in any longer.

Harry’s heart was pounding so loud, he could hear it and feel it in his ears. The only thought coursing through his brain was how fucking good he felt – how fucking fantastic spontaneous sex on the tour bus was.

His mouth was so dry, he could barely swallow as his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck, Nora,” Harry said, pulling up to look at her.

Her breathing was ragged and her eyelids were heavy as a small smile formed on her lips. She was so fucking sexy lying there – her chest and stomach shining with perspiration.

“Mmm,” he moaned lightly as he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers again. She kissed him back for a few seconds before he felt her palms against his chest.

“No time to cuddle,” she said, pushing him up further.

“Jesus. You’re like the girl version of me,” Harry chuckled as she fixed the front of her bra and leaned down to grab up her panties.

“I’ll never be like you,” she sneered, sending him a slight glare. He just had to laugh as he pulled back on his boxer briefs.

Harry was never one to cuddle or linger after a sexual encounter, so it was almost perfect for him.

“Shit,” Harry heard Nora say under her breath. She was on her feet within 2.5 seconds staring out the side window of the lounge.

“What?” He asked looking up at her standing in her bra and panties.

“Liam and Josh are walking toward the bus,” she said, moving quickly away from the window to gather up the rest of their clothes.

“Get dressed!” She said, throwing his shirt and pants at him.

“Go hide in the bathroom,” Harry told her. She nodded and made a mad dash out the lounge door into the small bus bathroom seconds before he heard Liam and Josh climb aboard the bus.

Harry had just enough time to throw his pants and shirt on, and turn on the TV quickly to act like he had a reason to be on the bus.

“Hey, have you seen Nora?” Liam asked nonchalantly as both he and Josh walked into the room.

“What?” Harry asked looking up at him.

“Have you seen Nora? Paul was looking for her,” Liam repeated.

“N-no. I haven’t,” Harry said, looking over at Josh who cocked his eyebrow at him.

Harry watched as his vision fell to the floor and he couldn’t help but look down to see he was looking at Nora’s hot pink flip flops – those stupid fucking flip flops she wore every day. Harry looked up at Josh, his eyes getting wider. If he hadn’t already known something was going on with Harry and Nora, he sure as hell would have gotten the hint now.

“Well, if you see her, send her into the big dressing room,” Liam said, rubbing at his neck, turning back toward the lounge door.

Harry took the opportunity to kick Nora’s sandals out of sight and Josh gave him a small smirk.

“Yeah. I’ll… I’ll send her in… if I see her,” Harry told his band mate.

“Yeah,” Liam said moving toward the front of the bus.

Josh gave Harry a pat on the shoulder and another knowing smirk before he followed Liam off the bus.

“Jesus Christ,” Harry grumbled to himself, running his hands through his long hair.

When he was certain they were heading away from the bus, he walked to the bathroom door and pushed it open. Nora was sitting on the top of the toilet seat with her chin resting on her hands.

“They’re gone,” he smirked at her, leaning against the door frame.

“This is getting ridiculous,” she said standing up immediately.

“It’s fine. Except Josh saw your stupid flip flops,” he told her, rolling his eyes.

“Did Liam see them!?” She asked wide-eyed.

“No, Liam didn’t see them,” Harry said with a shake of his head, smiling at her.

“This is crazy, Harry,” she said stepping closer to him so he would get out of the way to let her passed.

“Stop,” Harry told her, grabbing onto her arms.

“Just—” She started to argue, looking up into his eyes.

“It’ll be fine, Nora. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he told her again. She sighed, letting both her eyes and shoulders drop.

“Kiss me,” he told her. Her questioning eyes looked back up into his.

“Kiss me,” he said more demanding. She immediately leaned in pressing her lips quickly to his, then pulling back to look in his eyes again.

“No. Kiss me, Nora,” he told her, demanding more.

She hesitated slightly but did as she was told, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him the way he wanted her to kiss him.

“Now go find Paul. He’s looking for you,” Harry told her once they broke the kiss.

“Mm-hmm,” she groaned as he stepped back out of the bathroom doorway and let her into the back lounge to get her flip flops.

“Oh, Nora,” Harry said, stopping her before she bolted off the tour bus.

“Hmm?” She asked, turning her head back to him.

“I might need some assisting later,” he said, bobbing his eyebrows at her.

“God,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Look forward to that,” he said, laughing out loud.

“Goodbye, Harry,” she said and she was out the door.

There was a thin line between love and hate. And Nora sure as hell was standing in the middle of that line, fighting herself from completely walking over it.

Notes

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