He's Not Worth It

May 2018

Maggie stood in front of a floor length mirror in the dressing room of a high priced lingerie store wearing nothing but a corset and panties set that was aptly named Ooh La La. Not that she and Harry really needed any spice in the bedroom – they were doing just fine with spice. But they’d already been dating for a month and she wanted to show him that she could be adventurous too. She was only at the lingerie store to update her bra and panty collection when the sales girl convinced her that a corset would “rock his world”. She was good – exceptionally good at her sales position, because before Maggie knew it, she was strapping herself into the contraption and looking in the mirror to see someone who sort of resembled her, but still being a little old-fashioned, would never be caught dead in a black and red lacy garment. But maybe that’s what she loved about it. It was a whole new Maggie. A whole new woman for Harry to explore. In the end, Maggie found herself whipping out her credit card faster than she could say the word ‘orgasm’.

Along with her Ooh La La corset and panty purchase, she also bought five new bras and ten new pairs of panties – a bill that pretty much devastated her once she received the receipt. Jesus Lord. Harry better appreciate those little lace wonders.

Just her luck, as soon as she stepped out of the shop, a paparazzi she noticed trailing behind her when she went in was waiting to hound her on her way out. Harry told her countless times to just ignore them when they started asking questions – that they were just in it to get a rise out of their subjects, to get a story. But this guy was seriously stepping over the line.

“I bet you’re really good in the bedroom. Does Harry prefer blondes or brunette more?” The guys asked, causing the blood to boil up inside of her. He was obviously asking if he preferred her or Kendall better. Fucking ass.

“Don’t you have something better to do than harass girls?” Maggie shot at him.

“Mm, snippy too. Does Harry enjoy that? I bet he punishes a naughty girl like you,” the disgusting man chuckled evilly.

“Ooh, you’re so fucking witty,” she snapped, sending him a glare as she walked to her car.

“And that mouth… does he spank you?” He asked as he clicked another unnecessary photo of her.

“Fuck you,” Maggie snapped angrily. She knew she was giving him exactly what he wanted, but she didn’t care. He crossed the line.

The guy chuckled menacingly as she unlocked her car, throwing her purchases in the passenger seat before she sped off away from him.

Douche, douche, douche.

How the hell do Harry and his bandmates put up with them? Argh.

Maggie raced home not wanting to be out and about anymore with those leeches roaming freely. Her mood went from happy and horny to angry and crabby in a split second and she hated it. As soon as she pulled into her parking space next to Harry’s Range Rover, she pushed open the door and slammed it behind her with her lingerie bag in tow. She just knew those pictures of her walking out of the lingerie store were going to end up online and fuel a shit storm for Harry about the two of them.

Maggie stomped up the sidewalk after letting herself in the gate. Harry’s door opened tentatively, revealing himself and Hemmy before he closed it behind him.

“Hey there, beautiful,” Harry smiled at her. Nothing more than a grunt in response came out of her mouth.

“What’s the matter?” Harry asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he made his way toward her.

“I hate everything,” she grumbled.

“What happened?” Harry asked as he wrapped his arms around her. Maggie slowly let her body melt into his, knowing she shouldn’t take her bad attitude out on him.

“Paparazzi,” she mumbled.

“Oh, no. What now?” Harry asked sounding concerned as he pulled back to look at her.

“I was… uh, underwear shopping,” she said, wiggling the bag in her hand.

“What did they do now?” Harry asked with a huff.

“The asshole asked me if you prefer blondes or brunettes. Like it wasn’t some fucked up way of asking if you preferred me or Kendall,” she scoffed and rolled her eyes.

Harry let out a large sigh, not really even know what to say. Harry remembered them doing the same thing to Kendall when they first started dating, after he dated Taylor Swift. The only thing though was that Kendall had experience with the paparazzi. She had formal training, coming from the famous family that she had.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Harry said finally, squeezing her lightly in his arms.

“I may or may not have told him to fuck himself,” Maggie said, biting at her lip as Harry dropped his arms away from her. She knew Harry wasn’t going to be very happy that she lashed out.

“Maggie May, what did I tell you?” Harry sighed again.

“I know, but he was incredibly inappropriate. I mean, he was making me sick to my stomach with the things he was saying to me. It was sexual harassment, I swear,” she huffed.

“I’m so sorry, love,” Harry said, wrapping his arms around her again.

“I’m fine,” she said, pulling back. She didn’t need his pity hug.

“So…” He said with a smirk on his face.

“So, what?” She shot at him, unamused.

“What did you get?” He asked, nudging his head toward the bag in her hand.

All business Harry left and now standing in front of her was playful Harry. Maggie couldn’t help but smirk. She loved playful Harry.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she said, teasing him.

“Maggie May! What did you get me?” He asked, practically jumping up and down like a hyper kid.

“I didn’t get you anything. I got myself some new bras and panties,” she told him, even though it wasn’t entirely true.

“Which are, in turn, a present for me,” he smiled animatedly, wrapping a finger around the edge of the bag, trying to peek inside.

“Get your grubby little hands out of there,” Maggie exclaimed, pulling the bag away from his grasp.

“Maggie,” Harry whined.

“You are a little boy right now,” Maggie laughed. He was so incredibly adorable.

“A horny little boy,” Harry purred, wrapping his arms around her as he rubbed himself against her sexually.

“You are terrible!” Maggie gasped, swatting at him with a wide smile on her face.

“Come on! You’ve peaked my interest with that mystery bag. Are you going to show me or not?” Harry asked with a sigh.

“Not,” Maggie laughed as she started walking toward her front door.

“MAGGIE MAY COVINGTON!” Harry yelped, jetting towards her. Maggie giggled as she began unlocking her door.

“You’re going to deny me even when I do this?” He asked, twirling her around and pushing her up against the outer wall of her condo, pressing his lips to hers in a fantastically tantalizing kiss.

“Mmm… maybe later,” Maggie breathed against his lips.

“Even when I do this…?” Harry asked as his fingers trailed up the front of her shirt, cupping around her breast.

“Harry! We’re outside!” She protested, smacking his hand away.

“I don’t care. I want to see you in whatever is in that bag,” he moaned against her neck.

“You’re killing me,” she moaned, feeling her body start to react to his sensual touches and kisses.

“That… is… the… point,” he said, kissing her neck and collarbone at every pause. His hips were rocking into hers as one of his thighs was positioned between her legs pressing against her heat.

“Come by at seven,” she said breathlessly, finally giving into his games.

“Seven?” He asked happily, popping his head up to look at her, in turn, ceasing his seduction tactics.

“Seven,” she told him, still pressed firmly against the side of her house.

“Done!” He smiled widely at her and she couldn’t help but laugh. He truly was a brat.

“You’re the best, baby,” Harry said, giving her one last peck on the lips before adjusting himself.

“You better think so later,” she quipped as she peeled herself away from the wall.

“I can’t wait,” he said, giving her a seductive smile.

“See you in a few hours,” she said, leaning in to kiss his lips one last time before she disappeared into her condo.

She had less than three hours to ‘get ready’ for him. She immediately jumped in the shower making a preliminary checklist in her head of the things she needed to get done before Harry showed up – hard-on ready. Shower, shave, do her hair, decorate her face, squeeze into the skimpy corset… And that was just the basics.

When she got out of the shower, she towel dried herself and stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking at her naked self. She couldn’t look away, even though she was feeling extremely self-conscious. She never understood what men saw in breasts and a vagina. They didn’t paint a pretty picture to her. They were odd. Breast were made for the sheer purpose of feeding small babies, not for men’s amusement. Yet there they were, never having lived up to their true potential. Not yet anyway. Prying herself away from the mirror, she put on a cover up that hung on the bathroom door. She went about drying and curling her hair before applying some smoky black eye shadow and eyeliner she had from Halloween the past year. She wanted to give Harry the whole vixen effect and before she knew it, she was looking at herself in the mirror with a head of blonde curls and the most daring makeup she had ever worn – to go along with the most daring outfit she had ever worn. Along with the Ooh La La corset and panties, Maggie put on some black thigh high panty hose and a pair of black heels to tie the whole ensemble together.

Right on cue a seven o’clock – Harry was coming through her door, calling her name up the stairs in her condo. Maggie stayed stationed in the bedroom perfectly poised on the bed for him. Her stomach tightened as she heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. She didn’t know why she was so nervous – Harry was going to lose it when he saw her. She figured it was just her bashful nature shining through.

“Baby?” Harry called.

“In the bedroom,” she replied just loud enough for him to hear.

The lights were dim – only the bed side lamp was on. But she saw his face once he got a look at her. His eyes went wide and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

“Oh. My. God,” he gasped. It was a perfect reaction.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” She asked, sitting forward, getting up on her knees on the bed.

“Uh-huh,” he breathed, his mouth still agape.

“Well, are you going to touch me or what?” She asked seductively, sliding her index finger down the curve of her breast, teasing him.

“You… you… ohmygod,” he said, stepping forward toward her, still raking his eyes up and down the lingerie.

“Yeah, you said that,” she said, smiling amusingly at him.

“Maggie May,” he hissed, emphasizing every syllable of her name.

“Come unwrap me,” she breathed.

“You… ohmygod. You’re going to make me come just looking at you – then you say things like that... I don’t stand a chance,” he said, finally touching her as his hands slid around to her backside. Maggie let out a light laugh as Harry’s nose nuzzled the side of her jaw.

“You are sex defined, baby,” Harry breathed, sliding his mouth up to meet hers.

He was ravenous. His hands cupped her bottom tightly in his hands as he pulled her toward him. She could feel his erection against the lower end of her stomach and it made her moan against his lips.

“Oh my god. I just can’t get over this,” Harry breathed, resting his forehead against hers, looking down at her attire. His hands travelled up the length of her torso and grabbed her breasts hungrily.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said, feeling pleased at her choice to buy the overpriced garment.

“I fucking love it,” he groaned as his hand squeezed and released her breast several times.

His mouth met hers once again, making her lose her mind with the way he was kissing and touching her. She then realized that it was a good idea to buy the corset. Definitely a good idea.

“I don’t want to even take it off of you,” he breathed, still looking absolutely struck.

“How are we going to get to the sex if we don’t take it off?” She asked curiously.

“Well… we can just take the panties off, right? I want this—” He said grabbing both her breasts through the corset, “—to stay on.”

“Well, this is all for you. You can do whatever you want, baby,” she told him.

“If that’s the case…” He said as he dug his hands in the front of the corset and popped out each of her breasts, “there.”

Maggie giggled at him and he seemed satisfied with his decision.

“Let’s get these panties off of you. I am dying here,” Harry groaned as he maneuvered her onto her back on the bed.

“Take your clothes off,” Maggie commanded him and Harry smirked pleasurably at her.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said and began immediately undressing.

Maggie watched, living out her fantasy in real life as Harry, one by one, removed all his clothing. He was the perfect specimen. Chiseled and toned in all the right areas. Tanned, smooth skin with dark tattoos adorning his chest, stomach and left arm. His whole body was perfect.

“God, you are beautiful,” Maggie sighed, in complete awe of him. She still wondered how she snagged a man like him. What did he see in her?

“So are you,” he said, smiling adoringly at her as she sat on the bed watching him. He was standing in front of her completely naked and it absolutely took her breath away.

He knelt carefully on the bed and leaned down to kiss her, but in an instant he stood back up and crossed the room to her dresser, retrieving a condom from her new supply she bought since they started dating. Once he was suited up, he walked back over to the bed, eyeing her fervently.

“God damn,” he breathed, causing Maggie to giggle.

Harry grabbed onto her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, vigorously. She yelped playfully, but he kept his hardened sexual mask on his face. Without wasting any time, Harry grabbed a hold of the sides of the black and red panties and ripped them down her legs. Maggie let out a low groan when he did, loving his take-charge attitude.

“I am so ready for you, Mags,” Harry said, pulling her body to him once again so her bottom was just barely dangling off the side of the bed.

“Mm-hmm,” Maggie hummed, grasping the sheets between her fingertips, preparing herself for his entrance.

With one or two more breaths, Harry plunged in, causing Maggie to cry out with pleasure. Her eyelids closing tightly as her head tilted back against the mattress.

“Oh, God. Yes,” Maggie moaned.

“Keep that up. I love hearing you,” Harry told her as he began his delicious rhythm in and out of her.

“Mmm,” she hummed as she bit her lip.

His movements were intoxicating. Maggie was certain she wasn’t going to last long. She’d been anticipating this since their meeting earlier that day. The roughness and the speed were more than she could handle and she could already feel the first waves of orgasm breaking through.

“Oh, God,” Maggie gasped loudly.

“Go, baby,” Harry urged.

“Oh. Now. Ohhh,” she moaned as it hit her hard. Her body shook as Harry continued his rapid movement in and out of her. When her body settled, Harry pulled out completely.

“Wha..?” Maggie asked confused as she looked up at him.

“Turn over,” he commanded with a hint of adventure in his eye.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she did what was asked of her.

Harry pushed toward her on the bed, kneeling behind her. Maggie was on all fours for him, but that’s not how he wanted her. Harry wrapped his arms around her torso, coaxing her onto her stomach, him on top of her. He pulled her hips and bottom up slightly so he could enter from behind. Oh, God. She was certain the way he was hitting her would have her coming again in no time.

“Oh my god, Harry. Oh my god,” Maggie moaned as his hands snaked up to massage her breasts in his hands.

“This outfit was… the best idea… you’ve ever had,” Harry groaned out breathlessly as he continued to thrust into her.

“Yes. Oh my god. Yes,” she moaned.

One or two more thrusts and she would be there…

“Oh, God,” Maggie moaned wildly as another orgasm shook her to her core.

“Fuck, baby… oh my god,” Harry grunted as he began to shake too.

“Oh, Mags,” he moaned as he fell forward against her body, having found his end too.

They lay there panting and out of breath, still in the same position. Neither one could move.

“Never take this off,” Harry said breathlessly, feeling the fabric between his fingers as he kissed her shoulder blade.

“Mmm, if it wasn’t digging into my rib cage, I might actually consider that,” Maggie giggled.

“I read somewhere that pain is beauty,” Harry joked, letting out a laugh.

“Mm-hmm. You get to be butt-naked and beautiful, whereas I need to wear skimpy lingerie to be beautiful?” She countered, turning over to face him.

“Maggie May, I never said that,” Harry said quickly, furrowing his brow in concern. Maggie maneuvered out from underneath him and they both sat up.

“You find me beautiful, but exceptionally more appealing when I wear this?” She asked, purposely trying to get a rise out of him.

“Don’t put words into my mouth,” Harry warned.

“Tell me, Harry…” She began, cocking an eyebrow.

“I’ll gladly rip this thing right off of you right now and show you how beautiful you are to me,” Harry said, jumping on top of her, causing her to cry out joyously.

“Show me! Oh, show me,” Maggie said dramatically and playfully.

“Don’t tempt me,” Harry warned, looking down at her seductively.

Harry spent the rest of the night ravaging Maggie – in and out of the Ooh La La corset. To Maggie, it was one of the best nights in memory. She loved spending nights with Harry, and when they could be intimate, it was like icing on the cake. She’d never trade their relationship for anything.

Before they settled down for bed, Harry went over to his place to get Hemmy since he was going to spend the night at Maggie’s place. Harry didn’t bother to dress himself except for his boxer briefs, because he was literally just dashing over to his house to get the dog. Maggie thought it quite amusing as she watched from the front window, wrapped in one of the sheets from her bed. The three of them fell asleep cuddled up together in Maggie’s bed. It was the perfect ending to a perfect night.

Maggie woke-up with a start in the dim bedroom. Her heart was beating hard in her chest and her naked body was layered with a thin sheathing of sweat. She’d just woken up from a terrible dream – one with evil paparazzi and a boyfriend who no longer wanted anything to do with her. Maggie looked down at Harry sleeping face down in the bed next to her. She could hear his soft breaths as he slept soundly alongside Hemingway, who was now alert and looking up at her through the stillness. Maggie thought back on her night with Harry and tried to hold onto those memories while her bad dream radiated through her.

When Maggie got out of bed, she found her floor layered with their clothing and it brought a smile to her face. Yes, that corset was a great purchase. It was worth every penny. Thinking about the corset and the previous day, she remembered the nasty photographer that hounded her on her way back to her car the day before. She thought maybe it was the reason she had such a negative dream, and cursed the guy under her breath. She wondered what would even come of the pointless pictures he took off her. Curiously, she turned on her lap top and crawled back into bed with Harry. She wanted to see what the gossip sites were saying about her and Harry after her little lingerie spree. She was certain it was going to be something stupid.

Maggie bit her lip as her stomach turned, finding more than just those photos online. It absolutely was more than she bargained for. Below the pictures of Maggie walking out of the lingerie store with her bag full of goodies, she found pictures of her and Harry outside their houses. There must have been a pap stationed outside the fence of their condos – or that same foul-mouth pap followed her home – because they snapped a series of photos from when Maggie came home from the lingerie store. From Harry’s first greeting to his happy little dry hump on her up against the wall. They even got close-up pictures of his thigh between her legs and his hand groping up her shirt. Maggie was sick over it. She couldn’t believe it and for a second even thought she might still be in the middle of her bad dream. But alas, she wasn’t.

Maggie scrolled on – realizing those pictures weren’t even the end of it. It was the next set of pictures that had her jaw dropped open. There were pictures of Harry walking into Maggie’s house later on, when he first came at seven. And then pictures of him leaving her house wearing only his boxer briefs, then going back to her house moments later with Hemingway in tow.

“Oh my god,” she breathed to herself. Do these people have any decency? They were being stalked now?

“What’s the matter?” Harry croaked sleepily from next to her in the bed.

“Harry…” She breathed, her voice cracking with emotion. She felt sick to her stomach.

“What?” He asked, sitting up in bed, registering the concern in her voice.

“They… they have pictures…” Maggie said quietly.

“Who?” He asked, looking at her questioningly before he turned to look at the computer screen.

Maggie handed him the laptop and watched as he began to scroll through.

“Are these you at the lingerie store?” Harry asked, looking over at her.

“Yes. Just keep going,” she said, pointing him back to the computer screen where he continued to scroll until he saw the pictures of them in the yard and the ones of him dry humping and groping her. He looked a little bit more concerned, but played it off well.

“Look,” Maggie said as she showed him the ones of him in his boxers leaving and then reentering her apartment.

She didn’t notice it before, but now she could even see herself at her front window wrapped up in a sheet in the picture where Harry ran to his own place in boxer shorts. Harry ran his hands through his hair and let out a large exasperated gust of air from his mouth.

“Jesus,” Harry grumbled under his breath. He seemed distressed over it in a matter of moments.

“This is too much,” Maggie said, wrapping her arms around herself, feeling completely violated.

“Maggie,” Harry said, looking over at her. He quickly closed the laptop screen and set it down on the nightstand next to him. The entire room went dark.

“Maggie…” Harry said, leaning over to pull her into his arms.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he said, nuzzling his face into the nape of her neck.

“Why are you sorry?” She breathed.

“Because we wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for me,” he said quietly.

“Harry…” Maggie whispered, wrapping her arms around him.

“I’m sorry you have to go through this. It’s vile,” he told her.

“Harry, it’s okay,” she told him, cuddling up to his naked body.

“It’s not okay,” he retorted.

“Yeah…” She breathed, knowing it definitely wasn’t okay.

“I hate that they’re dragging you into this,” Harry told her.

“I chose you, Harry. I want you. I knew what I was getting into,” she told him.

“I don’t think you did,” he told her honestly.

“Well, I mean. I suppose I didn’t really know how far they would take it. And I definitely didn’t know how cruel your fans could be,” Maggie said quietly.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said, cringing.

“It’s not your fault, Harry,” she told him, holding him tightly in her arms.

“Just know, Maggie… just know I’ll do everything I can to protect you,” he told her sincerely.

“Okay,” she breathed, her cheek pressed against his bare chest. She could hear his heart beating and it comforted her.

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