The Assistant

“Honey, is everything alright?” Caroline Watson, the boys’ stylist, asked Nora as she set up in the dressing room.

“Hmm? Yeah. I’m fine,” Nora told her with a small smile, not straying her eyes away from her work for too long.

“I mean with you and Harry. Are you two alright?” She asked, concern in her tone.

“Oh,” Nora said, looking up at her, her mouth rounded perfectly from the interjection.

“Oh?” She asked, her eyebrows heightening in question.

“I mean, its fine. I don’t know,” Nora said, waving her hand through the air as she continued to set up the table for making protein shakes and smoothies.

“Louis said you two had a fight,” she brought up.

“Yeah, he said that, didn’t he?” Nora asked through a clenched jaw, wishing Louis would just shut up about it already and quit drawing everyone’s attention to her and Harry.

Nora sighed and dropped her shoulders. She really liked Caroline, but the last thing she needed was to have this conversation with someone who didn’t really know what was going on because she had no idea how to even explain her relationship with Harry, let alone a stupid fight they were having – a fight that they seem to always have, because that was just life with Harry.

“What’s really going on? Are you two not getting along?” Caroline asked, looking concerned. Ding, ding, ding.

“I don’t know. I feel… I feel like maybe we shouldn’t be together,” Nora told her quietly, squeezing her eyes shut tightly, knowing Caroline couldn’t see her expression.

“And why do you feel like that?” She asked, pressing her further. Nora turned to face her, feeling almost queasy to be on such a topic.

“I don’t know. I just feel like… like we shouldn’t have gotten together in the first place. I know we shouldn’t have. Believe me, I know that. It was irresponsible and I just think it’s better if—” Nora began rambling without a kill-switch until Caroline interrupted her.

“Nora, that is just crazy,” she said, sounding a bit exasperated. Nora had to stop and gape at her, because she knew how she was feeling wasn’t crazy.

“You and Harry are old enough to make your own decisions. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. You bring out so much good in him. It’s so wonderful to see,” she said, beaming at Nora, making her stomach turn.

How did she possibly gather that from any of the public displays of their sham of a relationship? It didn’t make any sense.

“I don’t know what you’re fighting about, but if you and Harry are happy, then what does it matter?” She asked.

“It’s not—I mean, it’s not… I don’t know,” Nora said quietly, looking down at the ground instead of at Lou.

“Seriously, whatever it is you’re fighting about, it isn’t worth it. Believe me, I know,” Caroline said, smiling at her.

“Yeah,” Nora nodded, but she was still so confused.

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“Harry Edward Styles,” he heard Caroline’s stern voice as he sat in the dressing room playing Call of Duty with Jon.

“What?” He asked furrowing his brow, but not taking his eyes off the screen as he shot up a sniper from an opposite rooftop.

“You need to get up from that couch and go find your girlfriend,” she said firmly.

“What?” He asked again, even more confused.

“Nora. You need to go talk to her,” she said impatiently and he swore he could hear her tapping her foot.

“Why?” He asked, still focusing on what was happening in the fictional world on the screen.

“As your friend, I am telling you, you need to get off that couch, drop that controller and go talk to Nora,” she said in that mothering disciplinarian tone she had.

“Hold on a sec,” Harry said, still playing the game.

“This is important. More important than this overtly violent game you are playing,” she said in a snippy tone.

Harry sighed, looking over at Josh whose face was pulled up into a surprised look because of Caroline yelling at him.

“Your turn, I guess,” Harry said, handing him the controller.

“Sure thing,” Josh said, saluting him as he put all his focus on the screen.

Harry pulled himself up off the couch to find Caroline standing by the door with her arms crossed tightly, looking all kinds of disappointed in him.

“What did I do now?” He sighed as she turned out of the room and he followed her.

“Harry,” she sighed, shaking her head.

“What?” He asked trying not to sound annoyed, but it was getting hard.

“Do you even know how torn that girl is?” She asked quietly.

“What do you mean?” He asked, furrowing his brow. Torn?

“Whatever this little fight you’re having is, you need to end it, okay,” she told him firmly.

“We’re fine, Caroline. I promise,” he told her. She literally had no idea.

“Believe me, love. You’re not fine,” she said, shaking her head.

“What did she say?” He asked curiously, quirking an eyebrow in question.

“She’s confused, Harry. You need to go talk to her,” she told him again.

“Gahh, we’re fine,” Harry growled under his breath.

“Just go talk to her,” she pressed.

“Fine. Do you at least know where she is?” He asked her.

“Try your dressing room,” she told him.

Harry smiled to himself. His dressing room? It might work to his advantage. But he didn’t find her in his dressing room, she was in the large dressing room with a scattering of noisy people all around her. Harry sighed watching as she moved around quite gracefully trying to make the space their own. She really was good at her job. She did it well and didn’t complain over the fact that there was so much shit to do on a daily basis.

“Come here,” he breathed, grabbing her hand after he walked up to her.

“Harry, I’m working,” she snapped, snatching her hand back, looking stunned at his presence. He furrowed his eyebrow at her in annoyance.

“Uh, just come on,” he said with a thick dose of attitude as he grabbed her hand again. This time she didn’t fight him, she just followed, making it easy on both of them.

“Harry, what are you doing?” She asked as he punched in the code to the smaller dressing room. He ignored her and pulled her inside with him, shutting the door behind them.

“I don’t have time for this,” she said, trying to turn back to the door, but he stopped her, pulling her by the arm toward him. Harry smirked at her and she furrowed her eyebrows at him.

“What do you want?” She snapped, distaste in her tone. His mood swings were leaving her completely disoriented.

“I don’t know. Caroline seems to think there’s this big rift in our relationship,” Harry explained, continuing to smirk at her.

“Oh,” Nora said quietly, the animosity vanishing from her tone as she dropped her gaze to the floor.

Wasn’t he the one just yesterday that walked away from her, rejected her? Now he flipped a complete one-eighty and seemed to be in playful spirits with her again. What changed from then to now?

“Are you blushing?” He asked, still smirking at her.

“What!?” She snapped, looking up at him with anger in her eyes.

“Is the massive crush you have on me getting in your way?” He teased, his eyes jovial.

“Oh, fuck you,” she spat and he knew he riled her up.

But that’s exactly what he wanted. He wanted it to be normal again between them, even though their normal was pretty fucked up. Harry laughed out loud, totally enamored by her.

“God, you’re such a dick,” she breathed, shaking her head.

“Oh, Nora,” he said with a smile as he moved closer to her with one thing on his mind – the one thing they were entirely compatible in.

“Don’t, Harry,” she warned, but she was a kitten. She could hiss, but he knew she wouldn’t scratch.

“Nor-rahh,” he whined as he gripped onto her hips.

“Stop it. I’m serious,” she said as he began walking her backwards.

“How serious?” He asked playfully, watching her mouth. Ugh, he wanted to kiss and bite her bottom lip.

“Harrryy,” she whined, her shoulders falling in defeat moments before he pressed her against the wall, his hips entrapping her there.

“God, you’ll never learn,” she scowled, rolling her eyes at him.

“Learn what?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Hmm. For starters, how not to be an asshole,” she spat at him and he just chuckled.

“So much hostility,” he said playfully, his hot breath cascading across her lips. She wasn’t fighting him. Not one bit.

“You make me that way,” she snapped, her eyes narrowed at him.

“Well, let me ease the tension,” he told her as his hands moved slowly up her bare sides inside of her shirt.

“Harry…” She breathed raggedly. He loved that he nearly had her panting with just his fingertips on her skin.

“Nora,” he said as he moved in, capturing her lips with his own. And she let him kiss her. And she kissed back.

Harry’s hands came out of her shirt, gripping at the hem as he pulled it up and over her head. His lips were on hers again within seconds and she kissed him back hungrily.

“Harry,” she said, finally breaking the kiss as he felt her hands press against his chest.

“Don’t worry. They know we’re making up,” Harry smirked at her and she scoffed back at him.

“Just stop worrying, Nora,” he told her, an air of dominance in his tone.

Harry rocked his hips into her, his arousal pressing against her, almost causing her eyes to roll back into her head with pleasure.

“Harry…” She whimpered.

“It’s been two days. Let me,” he breathed against her lips and he felt her body resign all around him. He kissed her again, successfully getting his way.

“Everything you say and do contradicts each other,” she said as Harry made a move to kiss down her neck.

He chuckled against her skin, but ignored her words. It was easier to do that than to actually face what her words truly meant.

“Take off your shirt,” she told him and his eyes met with hers again. She was on board and he was fucking ecstatic.

When he failed to immediately fulfill her demand, she cocked her eyebrow at him impatiently, in a way that made him want to comply. And he did. He threw his shirt over his head and tossed it on the ground by her feet. His lips turned up into a cunning smirk. Why was it suddenly so hot to be told what to do?

“Couch,” Harry breathed, gripping onto her hips as he pulled her with him to the leather sofa in the corner of the room.

“Last time we were on a couch…” She grumbled, but didn’t finish her thought.

“I fucked you and it was great,” he finished and sat down on the couch as he began to undo her jeans as she stood idly in front of him.

“You fucked me and Liam and Louis walked in. You were carrying on a conversation with Liam during full-on penetration,” she pointed out and rolled her eyes. Harry laughed under his breath, appreciating her bluntness as he pushed her trousers down her hips.

“What? It’s the truth,” she scoffed as she mindlessly kicked off her flats and stepped out of her jeans for him.

Harry reached around, gripping gently onto her bare cheeks that were exposed due to the thong she was wearing. She looked down into his eyes, but they weren’t the fiery ones they were before. They were wondering and docile. He had her.

Nora leaned down, pressing her hands gently against his cheeks before leaving quite a passionate kiss on his mouth.

“Nora,” Harry breathed against her lips.

“Hmm,” she hummed, looking down in his eyes.

“When’s the last time you gave a blow job?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“What?” She scoffed at him, pulling back, literally ready to tell him to fuck off.

“It’s just a question,” he laughed, gripping her hips tightly in his hands so she couldn’t go anywhere.

“What? You all of a sudden want a blow job now?” Nora scoffed at him.

“You just… I don’t know. That mouth seems to be good at a lot of things. I just thought it might be good at that,” Harry said, smirking devilishly at him.

“Oh my fucking god,” Nora yelped, smacking him across the chest, but she still couldn’t seem to keep the smile off her face.

“I’m just sayin’,” Harry laughed out loud, rubbing the spot on his chest that was now just a red splotch of heated skin.

“You’re a dick,” she snapped at him.

“Mm-hmm,” he breathed, looking up at her, his eyebrow quirking suggestively at her.

Nora huffed to herself, but she still didn’t say no. She was trying her hardest to be defiant, but Harry noticed as she licked at her lips and he knew she was seriously contemplating it, which made the excitement burst like fireworks in the pit of his stomach.

“Nora,” Harry breathed.

“Shut the fuck up,” she snapped, narrowing her eyes at him and Harry let out another laugh.

The glare in her eyes didn’t fade even as she sunk to her knees in front of him. Oh, yes.

“Keep your comments to yourself,” she seethed as her fingers started fumbling for his belt buckle.

Harry immediately leaned back against the couch, watching her contently, feeling the excitement race straight through him to his cock. He hadn’t gotten a blow job since the beginning of tour with a few of the fans on the bus and he was more than a little excited to be receiving one from a girl like Nora. She was absolutely amazing.

He lifted his hips minutely to allow her to pull his trousers down and he noticed just how hard he was as his cock pressed tightly against his knickers.

“Look what you do to me,” Harry hissed as she pulled of his boots and then his jeans.

“I said, ‘keep your comments to yourself’, Harry,” Nora snapped, sending him another glare. Harry let out a laugh and couldn’t help but bite his lip as he watched on, completely enthralled by her.

Nora took a noticeable breath as she came back up after discarding his trousers on the floor.

“Did you do this with Grant?” Harry asked, his eyes staring straight into her.

“Harry, shut the fuck up,” Nora growled, cringing when he brought up her previous beau.

“It’s an honest question. I’m quite curious,” Harry told her with a sneaky smirk.

“Oh my god,” Nora breathed, rolling her eyes at him.

“Did you?” Harry asked her, still staring at her even though she looked away from him.

“Is that going to satiated some fucked up fantasy in your head, Harry? You need to think of me blowing other guys or what?” Nora snarled at him.

“Maybe,” Harry told her as another smirk turned up his lips. In all honesty, just thinking of her mouth around his cock – to think of her giving oral – was enough of a fantasy for him.

“You are fucked up, man,” Nora scoffed, heightening her eyebrows.

“And you still haven’t answered the question,” Harry pressed.

“Yes. Of course I gave my boyfriend of four years head, Harry,” she scoffed loudly.

“Hmm,” Harry hummed and she sent him the oddest look, which made him laugh.

“Can we get this over with?” Nora scoffed, and he loved the attitude. He really fucking did.

“By all means,” he said, bouncing his eyebrows at her.

“Oh my god. Why do I do this?” Nora grumbled to herself as she gripped onto the sides of his boxer briefs.

Harry lifted his hips for her again and his cock sprang free from the restrictive clothing and he watched as she bit at her bottom lip looking at it. It was so pleasing to him. She wanted it in her mouth just as much as he did.

“Don’t expect this to happen again,” she snapped as she gripped onto the shaft, gently tugging up and down it.

As soon her hand was on him, the pleasure engulfed him and he already forgot what she was saying. A moment later, she leaned in, wrapping her lips around the head, sucking is lightly. And when she sunk her mouth down on it, he could feel as her tongue and lips moved tightly down the length of his shaft, making him absolutely go mad.

Harry let out a low moan as his entire brain relinquished all coherent thought.

Nora’s hot mouth moved smoothly across the appendage, bobbing up and down it in quick successions, her hand still gripped onto the shaft, moving it in synchronicity with her mouth. She was killing him. He could feel his toes beginning to curl in as the pulling deep within his groin began to work its way up. He didn’t want to finish in her mouth. He wanted to fuck her.

“Nora,” Harry breathed, finally able to think again.

“Mm,” Nora hummed with his cock still in her mouth and he let out a shuddered breath as the pleasure multiplied.

“Do that again,” Harry nearly whimpered, unable to hold himself back from getting just a bit more out of it.

“Mmmm,” Nora hummed, stringing it out for him.

“Oh-ho-ho, fuck,” Harry hissed as his hips involuntarily pushed up, causing his dick to slip further into her mouth. Nora’s mouth slipped completely of it after he nearly choked her with it.

“Fuck, Harry,” Nora snapped, sending him a glare.

“Sorry. Holy shit,” he breathed, running a hand through his hair as he reached out, swiping the hair out of her eyes with his other one.

Nora sat back on her knees, wiping at her mouth, watching him and it was probably one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen.

“Come here, baby,” Harry cooed, holding out his arms for her.

“Don’t call me ‘baby’,” Nora grumbled under her breath, but scrambled off her knees to stand in front of him.

“Do you want it quick? Or…” He trailed off.

“Or?” She questioned. He shook his head with a laugh as he quickly slipped off her black lace thong, dropping it to her feet.

“Everyone’s going to see everything,” she whispered as she quietly stepped out of the panties.

“Only if they walk in,” he smirked as he pulled her down on his lap. She quickly sat astride him and he leaned in, kissing her lips.

A moment later, Nora bucked her hips against him and he let out a low moan as pleasure skated through his dick again. Nora let out a small laugh as she leaned in, kissing him. She was rubbing against him in the most teasing way and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her. His fingers trailed smoothly up her naked sides before they gripped onto the cups of her bra, popping each breast out, all the while keeping up with her frenzied kisses, his tongue dancing fluidly with hers. Her hips rocked into his again and he had to hold back from moaning against her lips. She knew what she was doing to him because she began to move her hips even faster yet. Harry gripped onto her hips to still her because they both knew the real thing was just so much better than dry-humping.

“Mm,” she grunted lightly, licking her lips after she broke the kiss.

Her eyes were hooded and craving and Harry knew she wanted him, even needed him. And he wanted her just the same.

“Lift up,” he said, tapping her hips. She pulled herself up on her knees just enough for Harry to line himself up with her.

And she needed no further instructions. She slowly eased herself down on top of him as she was filled and stretched all around him. It was so entirely gratifying, like a carnal need was being met – and it was.

Nora rolled her hips against his again before she did anything, before she even began a rhythm on top of him, and it was so tormenting and wonderful all wrapped up around him. He let out a deep moan, letting his eyes close and his head to rest against the back of the couch. She leaned down, kissing him quickly, tugging at his bottom lip before rolling her hips again.

“Fuck, Nora,” he groaned as his blunt fingertips dug into the flesh of her hips.

“Don’t ever make fun of the noises I make during sex again, because I will remember this,” she breathed against his lips in a fabricated pleasant tone.

His eyes shot open, staring straight into hers as a sneering smirk pulled up his lips. She looked so entirely serious as her eyes stared into his. She was threatening him during sex and he couldn’t find anything but pleasure in it.

“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked, licking his lips.

“Just so we’re on the same page,” she said without the hint of emotion on her face.

“Same page,” he said, bucking his hips up into her, watching as her face finally gave way and her mouth dropped open in pleasure. It sent waves of delight through him and he did it again. And her eyes clenched shut as she gripped onto his shoulders.

“Fuck me, Nora,” Harry whispered and she immediately obliged, pulling up and pushing back down, beginning her consummating tempo on top of him.

The faster she moved, the harder she began to pant. And she was so incredibly sexy, it was distracting. Every time her eyes locked with his, he was overwhelmed with desire for her. He couldn’t contain himself.

Harry leaned forward, his lips finding her collarbone, leaving trailing kisses all the way across it as his fingers found the swell of her breasts. His thumbs concurrently flicked across each nipple, causing a resonant moan to escape from her throat. She moved her hips faster and faster in response as she nearly purred out the pleasure that emanated from her. And Harry felt the sensations building deep within him and he knew he was getting there.

“Nora…” He breathed against the flesh of her chest. Her fingers were buried in the back of his hair as she kept up her rhythm.

“I’m close, Nora,” Harry grunted, trying to give her fair warning.

“Me too,” she moaned.

Harry gripped onto her hips and began thrusting up, meeting her hips with more force and less restraint. With each deep thrust, she began gasping loudly and he knew he was bringing her to the brink.

“Let it go, Nora,” he coaxed her.

Nora gripped her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face in her arms as she relinquished control over to him. He pushed and pulled her hips and soon enough she was contracting and moaning and he knew she found her end.

One, two, three more thrusts and he was done too. Completely and utterly spent, falling back totally lax against the couch. Nora still held onto him, but her grip loosened significantly. They were pressed together, their hearts racing, their breathing out of control, just utterly exhausted, but so entirely pleased. And they stayed like that for a while, even after their breathing evened out.

“Only two weeks left,” Nora croaked, startling him with the sound of her voice.

“What?” He asked confused.

“There’s only two weeks left of tour,” she clarified.

“Yeah. Until the European leg,” Harry added.

“Yeah,” she breathed, making it sound weighted with uncertainty.

“It’s only a month break and then we’ll be back,” he reminded her.

“Yeah,” she said again with the same uncertainty.

“You’re coming back for the second leg, aren’t you?” He asked, feeling his heart start to beat faster, panic rising in his throat at the thought of her not being around. Nora didn’t answer, staying unnervingly quiet.

“Nora,” Harry said, grabbing her by her arms and pulling her away from his chest to look her in the eye. She stared back at him, no emotion on her face whatsoever.

“You’re thinking about not coming back?” He asked her, fear bubbling up inside of him.

“What? Just to be your play thing? Look where it’s gotten me so far,” she said finally. And the fear in him was replaced with guilt.

“Nora…” He sighed, his facial features softening.

“Just… I don’t know, Harry,” she said, pulling up off of him. She stood on her feet, repositioning her bra before grabbing up her panties off the floor.

“I don’t want you to quit,” he whispered, the words falling from his lips before he even had a chance to think about what they meant.

“I don’t want to quit,” she said as she pulled her underwear and jeans back on.

“Then don’t,” he told her, pulling his boxer briefs back up his body.

“Then don’t be such a dick to me all the time,” she snapped. Harry sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“What do you want? A real relationship?” He asked her, his eyebrows furrowing.

“No. I just… I don’t like… I don’t like being treated like an afterthought, like I am an annoyance in someone’s life,” she explained as she leaned down and picked up both of their shirts, tossing his in his lap.

“You’re not an afterthought or an annoyance,” he told her, trying hard not to roll his eyes.

“It would be nice to be treated otherwise,” she said as she pulled her shirt back on and grabbed up her shoes.

“I’ll… yeah. Fuck,” Harry breathed, knowing how he treated her wasn’t fair, but hated being called out on his flaws.

“We can fuck and fight, I don’t care. I just… I can’t take your mood swings,” she said flatly as she toed on her shoes. Harry sighed again, his fingers twisting his t-shirt in his hands.

“I get it,” he breathed lowly after a bit.

“Alright,” she nodded finally, watching him.

Nora just stood there and Harry just sat there for a few weighted moments before finally she turned and headed for the door. He watched her slip smoothly out and knew he needed to do something or she was going to slip out the door and eventually not come back.

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