The Assistant

Surely Nora was in over her head when it came to the youngest member of One Direction. Surely. She didn’t even know what to do or how to handle herself anymore. She was just lost. And lost wasn’t a good thing to be when she was trying so desperately to keep everything hidden while sneaking around – quite frequently – with said One Direction member.

She gave in, realizing he was a force not to be reckoned with. Even though everything in her detested Harry. She hated everything he stood for. She hated his arrogant eyes always giving her the once over. She hated his self-righteous attitude that always produced a comeback for everything. She hated that sneaky smile he gave when he wanted her to meet him in some dark corridor of the venue or on the tour bus or in the dressing room. Most of the time she would put up a fight – let him know she wasn’t going to play his stupid games. But in the end, she always found herself folding. And he knew this. He knew he could always get her to comply. He had his ways – his sneaky fucking magician ways. Nora didn’t know what he possessed that kept her hooked like an addict, but he always seemed to reel her in.

Harry Styles with stupid arrogant eyes, the obnoxious self-righteous attitude, and that sneering sneaky smile.

Nora should have run for the hills after their first meeting. Life would be so much easier. Instead she broke up with her boyfriend of four years and began risking a perfectly suited dream job to sleep with a boy, who she was not particularly fond of. And on top of that, he was a boy she was contractually obligated to keep her dirty little harpy hands off of.

She wasn’t sure when she’d learn her lesson, but she knew it was something that could happen at a moment’s notice. Anyone from their crew could walk straight in on them at any time and she knew it. Yet she still let it happen over and over again.

As Nora readied for bed – washing her face clean of her makeup, brushing her teeth and slipping into her shorts and tank top – she thought of Harry. Although her feelings stretched thin for him, she still couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement in the pit of her stomach over the fact that tomorrow the tour makes its way to North Carolina – the place of her birth. The place where her parents still lived on a large farm in the more rural part of the state. For some reason, deep down inside her, she wanted Harry to know where she came from. She wanted him to meet her parents and for some stupid reason, she wanted him to appreciate it all.

Nora shook her head, trying to rid the thoughts of Harry as she tamed the smile on her lips. She didn’t want tomorrow to be a disappointment, but somehow knew it would be. And she hated herself a little for having high hopes for him. Harry Styles was a disease – spreading like the plague throughout her entire being. She was sure to be dead soon.

Nora slipped herself underneath the covers of the double bed in her empty hotel room. Paul sure liked to cover the bases when it came to keeping her away from the precious cargo – so much that every night they stayed in a hotel, she got her very own room instead of being bunked with one of the guys. Too bad it didn’t stop Harry from slipping into her hotel room and seducing her the night before Claire’s unexpected arrival.

Sleep was easy to fall into after running around like a crazy person at the venue that night. Nothing seemed to have gone right and it was her who took on the brunt of most of the work. Sleep was welcomed like an old friend as soon as her head hit the pillow. That was until she was woken with a start to the dipping of the mattress next to her.

“What the fu—” Nora gasped.

“Shhh,” Harry said, placing his finger over his lip to get her to shut up.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” Nora asked quickly, yet quietly as she sat up and turn on the bedside lamp.

Paul and Preston were literally in the next room over and she didn’t want to risk them hearing anything. Who knows how thin the walls were.

Harry sat on his knees on the bed, looking over at her with his arrogant eyes staring into hers with that stupid sneaky smile curving up his lips. Ooh, she hated that smile.

“What do you want?” She hissed at him, pulling the blankets up her chest – like he hadn’t seen every inch of her body already anyway.

“It’s my half birthday,” he said, continuing to smirk.

“What? How the hell did you get in here?” Nora snapped at him.

“I always have a key to your room,” he said, cocking his eyebrow at her.

“Whoa. Creep factor,” she scoffed, not surprised in the slightest.

“Your hotel room is the perfect place, you know,” he said, bobbing his eyebrows once, then twice.

“Not when your bodyguards are on the other side of this wall, Harry. No,” Nora protested, crossing her arms over her chest, putting her metaphorical foot down.

“It’s my half birthday,” he said, smirking seductively at her.

“I wouldn’t care if it was your real birthday and it fell on Christmas, Harry. We’re not fucking with Paul and Preston in the next room,” she said, shaking her head, letting her eyes fall away from his.

She knew she couldn’t look him in the eye. She couldn’t let those green soul-suckers convince her to go against what she knew in her heart was damning. Not again.

“Nora,” he breathed, reaching his hand out to run his fingers up her arm softly.

“No, Harry,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut tightly, shaking her head once again.

“We can be quiet. We know how to be quiet, Nora. We practically perfected silent sex, okay,” he cooed in his sugary sweet voice, giving her a slight glimpse into a world where Harry Styles wasn’t a total douche. But it was all a façade. All he really wanted was to get his – to hell with the consequences. Yeah, that was the Harry Styles she knew.

“No,” she said firmly once again.

“Nora,” he said, crawling up toward her. She could feel his breath on her skin, cracking the icy walls she built up to keep him out. God damn it. She loathed this ruthless boy.

“Come on, Nor. It’s my birthday,” he cooed sweetly into her ear, snaking his left arm around her, pulling her body toward his.

“It’s not, Harry,” she whined as his merciless tugging pulled her down on the bed below him.

“Nora,” he whined back the same way as his lips hovered over hers.

“I’m not—” She managed to say before his mouth was at the nape of her neck, kissing its way up, stopping the words from slipping out altogether.

His lips on any part of her sent shivers throughout her entire body – pleasing waves crashing through her. But that was all part of his cunning little tactics. What did she constantly tell herself? Oh, right – that she wasn’t going to play his games.

“Stop,” Nora breathed out in a whisper.

“Do you really want me to?” He asked, his voice husky and seductive.

Did she really want him to? Well, fuck. Her sexual attraction to that boy had her body quaking for him already. It was instant. She knew it was why he always seemed to get his way – because she wanted to have her way with him.

“It’s not a good idea,” she breathed, her voice quivering with every syllable.

“But do you really want me to stop?” He asked, his stupid beautiful green eyes doing their voodoo magic on her.

“No,” she confessed, the word coming out almost inaudibly.

“Good,” he cooed, turning his lips up into a sneering smile that read, I-have-this-girl-wrapped-around-my-finger.

And he did. For the moment.

Nora didn’t know why she was so submissive in the sexual presence of this insufferable, spoiled, annoying little man. Maybe it was because his sexual presence always blew her mind – or his sexual skills anyway. Either way, she was never left unsatisfied. She was sure he made a point to keep it that way – to keep her salivating at the mouth for him like Pavlov’s dogs.

Nora was already panting for him as he pressed his lower half against hers, teasing her thoroughly. He was already hard and sent disarming tingles all throughout her body, like erratic fireworks, with every thrust he made against her.

“God damn it, Harry,” Nora hissed, all breathy and effected by him.

“Mm,” he hummed against her jaw line and she knew there was no stopping him, because at that point there was no stopping her.

Harry’s hand made its way up her shirt, his soft fingertips dancing across her already hyper-sensitive skin, leaving her with goosebumps everywhere he touched. She could feel his stubble moving slowly across her neck and jaw as he silently worshiped her covetable erogenous zone – from her collarbone straight up to her earlobe. He made it so hard for her to hate him during these moments.

“Let me have my way with you on my birthday,” he breathed against her ear, just before she felt the slight tugging of the lobe with his teeth. Fuck.

“It’s not your birthday,” she said breathlessly.

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed back in response as his lips moved across her jaw bone once again, to press firmly against her lips.

Nora’s mouth moved fluidly with his almost immediately – finding it ever-so hard to resist him. He had a way. He definitely had a way.

Harry broke the kiss with a loud smack of their lips as he pulled up and ran his fingers along the waistband of her barely-there shorts. First outside, then in. He eyed her seductively and she watched as his tongue darted out wetting his lips in the sexiest way possible. Fuck this impossible boy with his insatiable sex drive and uncanny ability to make her wet with one simple flick of his tongue. Fuck him.

Nora bit her lip as she eyed him back. There was a challenge in his stare and she searched his eyes warily trying to figure out his next move. But the thing with Harry was that he was so fucking unpredictable all the time. She never knew what was in store for her. She never even had an inkling.

“Will you let me fuck you the way I want – for my birthday?” He questioned, the hint of playfulness in his voice.

“It’s not your birthday…” Nora reminded him again.

“It’s my half birthday, Nora. Stop arguing. Now will you?” He asked, eyeing her mischievously.

“What does that mean? ‘Fuck you the way I want’?”Nora asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

“I want to fuck you from behind,” he breathed, licking his lips again.

Nora’s breathing hitched in her throat at the vulgarity in his words. She shouldn’t have been surprised. It was something they hadn’t explored yet – doggy-style. Even she was curious. With Grant, sex was never fun and adventurous. With Harry, it always was.

“Well?” He asked. Nora sat up, her gaze locked on his.

“Happy Birthday,” she sneered at him as she pulled her tank top over her head, leaving her bare-chested. A wide smile formed on his lips.

“Is that a yes?” He asked, the gleam in his eyes ever-present.

“It’s your half birthday,” she answered, with an impassive shrug of her shoulders.

“Mmm,” he hummed and nodded as he pulled off his own shirt, going immediately for the pajama pants that already hung so low on his hips.

“Turn over,” he commanded.

Nora’s entire body stiffened with his words. She didn’t take lightly to being ordered around, but she brushed his demand off with a small glare directed at him as she did what he asked.

She felt his hands brush up and down the bareness of her back and her skin prickled with intensity. She really just wished he would get the show on the road. He was obviously ready for her and if he was observant enough, he would know she was ready too.

“Lie flat on your stomach,” he commanded next and her face contorted in confusion.

“Huh?” She asked, turning her head to look at him.

“Just do it,” he scoffed at her.

“Seriously, Harry,” she scoffed back at him.

“Fucking do it, Nora,” he said impatiently, pressing his palm firmly to her back.

“Fuck, Harry. I’ve got it,” she snapped, swatting his hand off of her as she did what he told her to do, scrunching up one of the pillows underneath her upper body.

“Good,” he breathed as she felt his fingers grip at the hem of her shorts, pulling them down her legs slowly, gathering her panties along with them.

He was taking his sweet time and she completely understood why, having not been able to really savor their sexual moments due to sneaking around behind everyone’s backs. But on the other hand, she couldn’t say it wasn’t annoying as hell when all she wanted was for him to be inside of her.

“God, Harry,” Nora groaned impatiently as he slowly slid his hands up the back of her thighs onto her ass.

“Shhh,” he silenced her, continuing to take his sweet time.

Nora rolled her eyes, but didn’t challenge him again. Because in one quick motion, he pulled up her hips – just enough to open her up to him and he was pressing inside of her without warning.

Nora let out a loud gasp as he did and he quietly shushed her again. She bit at her lip to stifle the moans that wanted to erupt out of her as he began a progressive rhythm in and out. It was all new sensations – a whole new position with so many wonderful possibilities, so many pleasurable contours for him to explore. And he did.

The faster he moved inside of her, the harder it was for her to hold in her brash gasps that escaped her slack-jawed mouth.

“Nora,” he warned, his fingertips digging deep into the flesh of her hips.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, closing her lips to help extinguish the outburst.

“Nora, quiet,” Harry scolded her.

“Fuck, Harry,” she breathed quietly as he continued his impetuous reign over her.

“Oh-oh-oh,” she moaned, feeling the makings of a preeminent orgasm work its way through her.

“Nora,” he snapped again, but continued on.

“Fuck,” she breathed loudly.

And with that outburst, Harry wrapped his right arm around her, muzzling her with the palm of his hand.

Seconds later her orgasm ripped through her and she moaned out loudly against his palm. When she came down from her high, Harry took back his hand, gripping onto her hip again to barrel himself through his own orgasm. His rhythm stopped almost immediately as he fell forward against her body, his weight nearly crushing her into the mattress.

“Happy Birthday to me,” he snickered in her ear and for some reason she just wanted to smack the arrogance right out of his tone.

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