The Assistant

Nora woke-up blazing – every part of her body too warm. And it was all too apparent why. The half-birthday boy himself was wrapped tightly around her like vines. His head was resting on the middle of her chest. His arms like vice grips around her waist. Even his legs were intertwined with hers. It wasn’t something she was used to and it kind of flustered her to be that close to another human being – especially someone like Harry Styles who seemed to not have a compassionate bone in his body.

He smelled wonderful though and just the feel of his naked body against her own made her stomach turn – in a good way… or bad, depending how you looked at it. Nora shut her eyes tightly, trying to push away the pleasing thoughts of him – because she knew this boy was not worthy of those kinds of thoughts. It troubled her more than a little to know she was finding solace in his arms.

It took her a few unsettling moments to worm her way out of his tight grasp, dispelling his body heat with him. She found relief in the coolness of the sheets underneath her as she moved away from him. He stirred slightly, but didn’t wake, gripping tightly to the pillow he should have been sleeping on in the first place.

Nora sat up in the bed looking down at him, wondering to herself why he couldn’t just be a normal person – why he couldn’t be respectful and dashing and not a complete and utter jerk to everyone. Their situation would be so much easier if she could just trust him. Was that too much to ask? Couldn’t this boy have the good looks and the amazing personality?

His breathing was even, his lips perfectly pouted – lips she’d kissed so many times, lips that traveled the length of her body on many occasions. His long eyelashes fell perfectly against the tops of his cheeks as his eyes darted quickly back and forth in his deep REM sleep. His hair was a ruffled mess atop his head. Perfect sex hair. He was just so beautiful. It wasn’t fair.

Nora’s stomach felt nauseated with the thoughts of him running through her head. She hated him. Why was she suddenly feeling hopeful about him? Why should she even give him the time of day? She knew the answer easily though. Because she wanted to.

He was exciting and fun and always kept her guessing. Sure, he annoyed the shit out of her most days with his daily attempt at fucking up her life with his stupid arrogant eyes, his self-righteous attitude and that sneaky smile. He was the bane of her existence. But there was something about him that was just so intriguing. She never had a hope of staying away from him – contracts and significant others be damned.

Nora scoffed loudly to herself and rolled her eyes, hating herself even more for being so weak.

He wasn’t supposed to be in her bed. He wasn’t supposed to have a key to her hotel room. He wasn’t supposed to sneak in and seduce her on his stupid half birthday. Who celebrated half birthday’s anyway? Harry wasn’t supposed to do a lot of things. But he always did them. He was a true rebel and a part of her hated him for that, while the rest of her relished in being the object of his affection – even if it was only for sex.

“Nora,” she heard him say and looked down at him quickly.

Harry’s eyes were closed and he had a wide smile on his lips. For a second she thought he was dreaming about her – which sent a wave of anxiety throughout her body. But he opened his eyes, still beaming that smile at her and the ache in her stomach grew tenfold. Damn that stupid boy for making her feel.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” Nora snapped at him immediately, trying to flush out every pleasant thought she just had of him.

“It’s my half birthday. I can be wherever I want,” he said matter-of-factly, still hugging tightly to the fluffy white pillow under his head.

“I think your keepers would beg to differ,” Nora scoffed, throwing the covers off of her naked body, making an attempt to flee away from him.

“Uh-uh. Not so fast,” Harry said, wrapping his arm quickly around her waist, pulling her back to him.

“Harry!” She yelped and then clasp her hand over her mouth realizing his keepers were probably awake and, again, she didn’t know how thin the hotel walls were.

“You better be quiet, Nora,” Harry chuckled in a hushed sing-song voice as he coaxed her onto her back, pressing his body against hers.

“You better get off of me,” Nora warned in the same sing-song voice he just used.

“It’s my birthday, Nora,” he said, smirking down at her, his hands wrapped firmly around her wrists, holding her hands above her head.

“Half,” she corrected and he pressed harder against her to show her who had the upper hand.

Nora could feel his, ahem, morning wood on her and it only made the heat pool faster between her legs. She hated the way he made her feel. She really did. She hated the way he affected her.

“Harry, we can’t,” she told him, her voice faint and distant, like she didn’t want to utter the words at all.

“We can. We’re in your hometown on my half birthday, Nora. We can,” he breathed against her lips, so sure of himself. But it hit her hard that he remembered where she was from and it made tears prick at the back of her eyes. She was in way over her head with him.

Harry thrust himself against her middle and she involuntarily let out a hoarse moan from deep within her, throwing her head back against the pillow. Fuck.

“Am I going to have to muzzle you again?” Harry snickered.

“I hate you,” she breathed, snapping her head back to glare into his eyes.

“You hate me,” he said with mischievous smirk, dipping his head down to kiss his way up her jaw line, his stubble tickling every inch it touched.

“I can live with that,” he breathed in her ear, his voice husky and all sex. Double fuck.

“Just… fuck, just get it over with,” Nora groaned, as he pressed himself firmly against her again.

“I can live with that too, Nora,” he said in her ear and she could just hear that sneaky little smirk, causing her skin to prickle all over her body. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Harry was fast, which she appreciated. And this time, she had enough sense in her to stifle herself from moaning and crying out. She didn’t need the humiliation of him having to cover her mouth again. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

Not much was said afterward. He got up, got dressed and made his way to the door, but stopped himself and turned back to her as she sat in the bed with the covers up to her chest waiting for him to sneak out.

“Did you get me a present for my birthday?” He smirked back at her. Her eyes immediately narrowed at the audacity he possessed.

“You’re lucky you got sex… twice,” she snapped at him.

“You’re no fun. I get that for free,” he said, smirking at her.

“Oh, believe me. I’m paying for it – big time,” she sneered at him.

He let out a hearty chuckle, shaking his head before he gripped onto the handle of the hotel door and made his way out. That ballsy bastard.

As far as Nora could tell, Harry wasn’t seen leaving her hotel room that morning. There were no glaring, suspicious looks from anyone and she wasn’t called down to the “boss’s office” to be made aware that there was a breach in her contract.

As a matter of fact, the atmosphere at the venue was light and fun. Everyone seemed pretty chill. It was a good day.

After all her duties were done, Nora sat down on the couch watching Harry from across the room. He seemed happy and less broody then he normally was. She contently watched as he tipped his head back, his mouth hung open, his Adam’s apple rippling in his throat as he let out an animated laugh over something Sandy said. She felt an unfamiliar twinge inside of her. She wanted to be the one to make him laugh like that. She wanted him to be able to laugh like that every day. She wanted him to be happy. Nora’s stomach churned with the unwanted feelings. God damn it.

Harry’s eyes caught hers from across the room and feeling particularly feisty, she decided to tease him a little. His eyes watched her as she stared straight back at him. Slowly she pulled her leg from the cross-legged position, opening both her legs just wide enough for Harry to catch a sneak peek of the black lace panties she wore underneath her frilly black mini skirt. She watched him do a double take, his eyes growing the size of saucers as his Adam’s apple came up and then dipped down slowly as he swallowed hard. Nora snickered to herself as she crossed her leg back over the other side and watched as his eyes narrowed at her playfully. He knew the game she was playing and a part of her loved it a little too much.

Sooner rather than later, Nora had to get back to business. It was nice to have a little down time, but she always had a job to do and she did it well. The boys’ clothes had been delivered to their dressing room from the dry cleaners, having just been washed and Nora stood steaming them, thinking about everything that happened the previous night and all that happened already that day.

She snickered to herself thinking about Harry’s reaction when she spread her legs for him from across the room – priceless. Just what she was going for. Take that, Mr. Cocky.

“Ahem,” Nora heard a throat clear and she quickly turned to see Harry standing in the doorway with a smug look on his face.

“Oh,” she said, trying to sound unaffected by his presence as she went back to the garments in front of her.

“You wore a skirt for me, didn’t you?” He breathed in her ear, suddenly so close to her.

“No,” she said, her voice shaky as his presence suffocated her.

“Is that my present, Nora?” He breathed and she could hear his smirk.

“No,” she said, trying to sound more brazen and authoritative.

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed and she felt his fingertips run up the backs of her bare thighs, straight up to her backside.

“Not here, Harry,” she said firmly.

“Anywhere,” he said, his voice low and she knew he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted.

“Harry,” she growled lowly as she felt his hands come around her front side, dipping into her panties, pushing them down.

“Harry,” she squirmed the further he pulled them down.

“I’ll be quick. You know this,” he asserted and she knew he would be.

She sighed, letting her shoulders relax as he finally rid her of her panties. She turned to face him, noticing he closed the door behind him – although it wouldn’t stop anyone from coming in. Everyone had the code to the door.

“On the couch,” he told her, his eyes burning into hers. She nodded and watched as he moved passed her to sit on the couch, tugging on her arm so she fell onto his lap.

“Straddle me,” he told her, successfully undoing the front of his jeans.

Nora glared at him – she hated the fact that he insisted on being so demanding. It wouldn’t hurt for him to be a little less bossy.

“Just do it,” he scoffed, letting his hardened expression soften just a little.

“I don’t know why I should,” she said, but she did it anyway – just in time for him to pop himself out.

“This is ridiculous,” she scoffed and shook her head, annoyed with herself.

“You’ll be fine,” he said, leaning up to leave a kiss on her lips.

“My parents are going to be here soon, you know,” Nora reminded him.

“Let’s not talk about your mum and dad right before I’m about to fuck you,” Harry scolded her and she scoffed at him.

Seconds later she slid down on top of him, letting a light moan hum across her lips.

“There you go,” he breathed. His unnecessary coaching was making her heated – and not in a good way.

“Just shut up,” she snapped at him before she made any move to continue.

“Point taken,” he laughed, his eyes squinting with humor. Nora rolled her eyes again, determined to not look at him as she began a slow bob on top of him.

Harry’s hands were on her hips, helping her along. Her hands were planted firmly on the back of the couch giving her support to keep going. She moved faster and faster, building up her rhythm, knowing full well it was a terrible idea to be doing this. Her totally rational fear was taken to a whole new level as they fucked in a room where they had no control over who could walk in at any moment. But she had Harry panting underneath her – which satisfied so much deep within her. She loved seeing him so raw and vulnerable.

With every maniac bob on top of him, pleasure shot straight through her and she could feel it coming. She wanted it to come. She needed it. Just a little bit more.

“What. The. Fuck,” they heard and both of their bodies tensed against one another.

Nora’s totally rational fear was being realized and she could do nothing to stop it.

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