Naughty & Nice

A week passed since Savannah threw herself at Harry. Since he warmed her with himself. Since these feelings washed over her, drowning her with each wave. She couldn’t get her mind to shut off. Most days she would just sleep and cry. Repeat, repeat. Some days she could actually get out of bed and watch television or do mundane tasks such as grocery shopping and cleaning her apartment. But mostly, the sadness consumed her in every possible way and she wondered how long she would have to live this way.

On that particular day, she was mindlessly watching an old episode of Dexter – a little blood, guts, and gore was what she needed to withdraw from her own pathetic life. Dexter’s dark, detached nature was something she wished she could feel – minus the murdering of course. During a highly climactic scene where Dexter was sneaking up on his next victim, there was a loud pounding on her apartment door, scaring the ever-loving shit out of her. Holy fuck. She nearly jumped out of her skin as her heart rate sped up immediately.

She paused the show as to not miss anything and with a huff, she pulled herself from the couch as another bang on the door filled the silence in her apartment.

“Hold the fuck on,” she grumbled, crossing the floor to answer the impatient visitant. She undid the locks on the door and threw it open in annoyance. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw his face.

Niall.

“What… what are you doing here?” She said, finding her shaky voice.

She immediately noticed the pigment of his right cheek was tinted a faded shade of purple, and she knew Harry got at least one good punch in during their tussle. She silently rejoiced.

“Savannah…” He breathed, looking distraught. His hand reached out toward her.

“No! What are you doing here?” She replied in an angry tone as she took a step back. He took that as an invitation to push passed her into the apartment.

He seemed stressed as he paced in small circles in her entryway. It kind of scared her because she had never seen Niall like that before. He was always so confident and he always knew what to say. But right now it seemed as if he didn’t have the words – that he was at a loss.

“I miss you. I miss us,” Niall replied airily.

Savannah chuckled darkly at his admission as she reluctantly closed the door, shutting them both in her apartment. The last place she wanted to be was in a room alone with the man that cheated on her for months, but Niall was making that nearly impossible.

“Savannah, I can forgive you for sleeping with Harry. It was just sex. I know it was. I know what you and I have is strong enough to get through this. I can only hope you can forgive me for my indiscretions,” Niall declared boldly. His speech was rushed and manic and she knew he was trying to get all the words out before she interjected.

She was in awe of his complete lack of regard. Did he really think it was that easy? That she could just forget he impregnated the woman he cheated on her with for months and months. Did he think she would just be able to look past it?

“Niall, she’s pregnant. She’s fucking pregnant with your love child? How would I possibly be able to look at you the same again? How can I get past that?” Savannah yelled at him.

“We can get past it together,” he replied quietly, looking hopeful.

Was he for real? He just thought she would sit back, loyally at his side and watch him have a child with another woman? It made her sick to her stomach to even think about it. Savannah clenched and unclenched her fists trying to calm herself down a bit. She took a few deep breaths and let them out slowly. When she spoke, she spoke evenly and calmly.

“You beat him up,” she breathed, remembering Harry’s black eye and cut lip.

“You’ve been seeing him… still!?” Niall shot at her as she watched the anger dance across his features.

Savannah froze, eyes widened. She hadn’t been seeing Harry – only that once. But somewhere deep down inside her still had the sense that being with Harry was bad, even though she was free of Niall – free to make her own decisions. Even if that meant carrying on a relationship with his brother if she chose to.

“Just once,” she replied quietly, unsure of why she was being so honest with him.

“It was just sex with him, right, Savannah?” Niall asked as the confidence dissipated from his words.

She didn’t answer, she couldn’t answer. She felt sick to her stomach and she felt like if she were to open her mouth she would vomit.

“Savannah! It was just sex, right!?” His tone sharpened, trying to read her face.

She shook her head ‘no’ as she felt tears sting her eyes. Maybe at first it was, but feelings developed and it was almost impossible to set them aside once she felt them for long enough.

“You… you love him?” Niall choked out.

“I don’t know,” she whispered as tears assaulted her eyes. Niall now looked like he too was going to throw up.

“Do you want to be with him?” Niall asked, his voice strangled.

“I don’t know,” she said, her face burning red. She really didn’t know what she wanted.

“Savannah! You either do or you don’t! Which is it!?” Niall yelled impatiently.

“I don’t know! It’s not that easy!” She screamed back at him. She couldn’t even look at him – she felt so guilty for falling in love with his brother. Niall cheated on her, but she cheated on him too. They were both to blame for this.

“I can tell by your reaction that you do,” Niall said quietly, hanging his head. Every nerve in her body reacted to his words with a sharp jolt.

As much as she wanted to tell him she was sorry, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. They stood there in her entryway for what felt like forever, just silent. Savannah kept her eyes trained on the floor even when she felt Niall watching her. She wanted him to leave, but she couldn’t move a muscle to ask him to go.

“I just want you to know that I loved you. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you what you needed,” Niall said finally, apologizing and sounding sincere.

Savannah almost couldn’t believe the words even came out of his mouth as she looked up at him in disbelief. She wasn’t expecting any sort of an apology after rejecting him like that.

“I loved you too,” she told him as the tears fell from her eyes. Her heart was breaking all over for Niall.

He took a few steps toward her, but then hesitated. She let her face fall into her hands as she cried and she felt him wrap his arms around her, letting her cry in his arms. She managed to calm herself down and regain her composure before she pulled herself out of his arms for the last time.

“I don’t think I can handle seeing you with him,” Niall said, speaking honestly.

“Don’t put that on me, please. That’s not fair,” she told him. He hung his head as he stepped away from her.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly as he turned to leave, heading straight for the door.

“Niall…” Savannah said, catching him before he left. Niall turned to look over his shoulder at her.

“I’m sorry too. I wish we could have been more for each other,” she told him sadly. He nodded somberly and proceeded out her apartment door without another word.

It was over.

……

Niall’s little visit didn’t do much for pulling Savannah out of her depression. It only worsened her mood. She was lethargic and somber most days.

“Vanny, you need to tell me what’s going on,” her sister Ginny told her as they sat together watching TV at the apartment. Her mother sent her sister over once again to keep her company.

“Niall and I broke up. I told you that,” Savannah said to her, wishing she would just drop it already.

“I know. But you are so reluctant to tell me the details. You should talk about it, you know,” Ginny told her.

“Gin, I’m fine. People break up all the time. I’m just sad, okay. I’m just sad,” Savannah told her, not wanting to tell her sixteen year old sister the details of her torrid affair with Harry, along with Niall’s love child.

“You still love him,” she said, quirking an eyebrow at Savannah. It wasn’t a question it was an observation.

“What? No,” Savannah said, shaking her head.

“You do. You wouldn’t be this torn up still if you didn’t. It’s been weeks, Van. You’re still a mess,” she pointed out. She was much more perceptive than Savannah gave her credit for.

Savannah took a deep breath and let it out hard.

“You can tell me, Savannah. I won’t tell mom or dad,” Ginny said quietly.

“Ginny…” She breathed.

“Tell me. Get it off your chest,” Ginny coaxed.

“Niall was cheating on me,” she admitted to her finally.

“What!? Oh my god,” Ginny said, crossing her arms angrily over her chest. She was a big fan of Niall when he and Savannah were dating. He was after all a famous pop idol.

“For months… well, for most of our relationship,” Savannah kept on.

“What a bastard. I-I can’t believe he would do something like that, Van. What a scumbag,” Ginny ranted.

“Gin…” Savannah said quietly and Ginny looked up at her with her big green eyes.

“I was cheating on him too,” she finally confessed.

“Vanny…” Ginny gasped loudly.

Before Savannah could even stop them, the tears were welling in her eyes.

“I don’t even know how it happened. I didn’t even like him. I didn’t like him at all. It just… it happened and something inside of me just bypassed the feelings of distrust and distaste for him. And… and it just kept happening. And I liked it. I liked the way he made me feel and I didn’t want to stop. And then somewhere along the lines things got messy because my feelings toward him changed. I-I liked him. I counted on him to… to make me feel good. And he did. He did a great job. But… I had Niall. And… and Niall proposed to me so I ended things with him. I wanted to focus on my relationship with Niall. I-I wanted Niall. Or I thought I did. I tried to bury my feelings. I tried to get rid of the nagging guilt that kept me up at night telling me I was somehow with the wrong man. That my feelings for Niall could never match what I felt for him. And then when I found out about Niall cheating on me and… and the baby…” Savannah began to tell her, spilling everything out as if a dam had broken open.

“Baby? What baby? Van, you’re pregnant?” Ginny gasped.

“No. No, no,” she said, waving it off.

“I was about to say it was all making sense right about now… you know with your depression…” She said, eyeing her older sister.

“No. I’m not pregnant,” Savannah said, shaking her head.

“What baby, then?” She asked curiously.

“Niall got his other girl pregnant,” Savannah told her.

“Oh my god,” Ginny gasped. Savannah wiped at her tears, wishing she could make them stop.

“That’s bad, Van,” Ginny told her.

“But I’m in love with his brother, Ginny,” Savannah confessed.

“What? Who’s brother?” She asked, looking more than a little confused.

“Niall’s,” Savannah told her.

“You’re in love with Niall’s brother? You… you were sleeping with Niall’s brother?” She gasped loudly. Savannah nodded her head, feeling sick to her stomach.

“Oh my god,” she said quietly.

Savannah let out a stifled sob, trying like hell to keep her composure. She didn’t really need to break down in front of her little sister.

“Wait… which brother?” She asked, looking confused.

“Harry,” Savannah said quietly.

“The gross one?” She asked, looking even more confused. In the past, Savannah told her all about how Hollywood’s darling, Harry Styles was a disgusting pig – which he was, before.

“I-I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Savannah cried into her hands.

“Savannah, you have to forget about him,” Ginny told her easily.

“I can’t, Gin. He’s not who I thought he was. I mean, he used to be. But he’s changed. He’s different now. He wants to be with me,” Savannah told her.

“He wants to be with you?” She gasped, completely thrown off by everything.

“I don’t know what to do,” Savannah cried.

Ginny wrapped her arms around Savannah and tried her best to come up with something to say, but was pretty much speechless when it came to the situation. And Savannah couldn’t blame her. It was one of the main reasons why she didn’t want to involve her with something of this magnitude. She was still too young to even be thinking about scenarios like this. And a part of Savannah wished she would have just kept it all to herself. But a part of her knew just by getting it out in the open, it helped. Her mind wasn’t so muddled and foggy – she was finally thinking clearly.

Over the past couple of months she found herself falling in love and she didn’t realize it until far after the fact. And it scared the shit out of her. But it was also a welcoming feeling. She was just too scared before to feel the good about it before. But now she had a chance to finally be happy. She just needed to figure out if it was something she should take the risk on.

……

It had been over a month since Savannah’s impromptu visit to Harry’s house. She hadn’t spoken to him since. She hadn’t done much since. She still felt hollow and desolate and Harry was the only person who could change that. But she refused to go down that road again.

So there she was on her twentieth birthday all alone, crying over a guy she left months ago. She couldn’t control the way she felt, and she sure as hell felt every single thing possible for Harry Styles. She didn’t get out of bed most of the day. She ignored everyone’s phone calls and texts with birthday wishes. She was just waiting, waiting. Waiting for what, she was unsure. Waiting for anything from Harry. Anything at all. Anything at all to tell her she hadn’t completely screwed everything up. Anything at all to tell her he was worth the risk all along.

When she saw Harry’s name flash across her screen with a text message, her heart sputtered, choked, gasped to life.

Harry: Happy B-day, Sweet Cheeks.

It was simple and straightforward. And he used that god damn nickname she loved to hate, but she couldn’t stop smiling. She hadn’t smiled in a long time. And she knew it meant something significant.

What it came down to was Harry either being out of her life completely, or allowing him to have a real, permanent part in her life. And she was leaning significantly toward the latter no matter how she analyzed it. His hands were made to hold hers, his lips were made to kiss hers, his eyes were made to look into hers, his soul was made to love hers.

Savannah got herself up out of bed and showered for the first time in days. She finally had somewhere to go and she needed to be there fast – before she lost her nerve. It was getting late, but she called a cab to come get her anyway. And before she knew it, she was standing in Harry’s driveway with a lump in her throat. She took one last breath and decided to walk up to the house with some confidence – which unfortunately, didn’t last long. She felt her palms start to sweat and she quickly wiped them off on her jeans as she stood outside his door. She closed her eyes and knocked.

It only took him a few moments to open the door. He looked surprised, but a crooked smile broke across his face. He was wearing his signature black skinny jeans and white t-shirt and he looked so mouth-watering.

“Savannah…” He breathed through his smile.

“Harry,” she said and couldn’t help but reciprocate with a smile.

“Happy birthday,” he told her again.

“Thank you,” she said, feeling awkward as she looked away shyly.

A moment later, he grabbed her hand and pulled her flush against his hard body. She was startled, but looked up into his eyes trying but failing to read his thoughts before his lips crashed into hers. Before she knew it, it was happening. It was just how things worked with them. Harry expertly coaxed her into his bedroom and she knew it was exactly where she wanted to be.

Harry took off her shirt in one sweeping motion before taking off his own. Savannah toed off her shoes as Harry sat on the edge of the bed, tangling his fingers in the crumpled sheets. What little light remained shone through the windows in indistinct beams, casting deep, strange shadows on Harry’s body. He pulled Savannah toward him and undid the button on her jeans before pushing them down her hips, taking her panties off with them. Quickly she undid her bra and let it slip down her arms, onto the floor. His eyes greedily roamed her naked body, before grabbing her by the waist and pulling her to him.

“Slow this time, okay?” Savannah whispered in his ear before leaving a simple kiss on the lobe.

“Anything you want,” he breathed heavily before leaning up to capture her lips with his.

Harry tugged Savannah down into his lap before laying her down in his bed. He watched her contently for a few moments before he pulled up and undid his jeans, kicking them off before sliding up next to her on the bed.

“Harry…” Savannah breathed, sliding her palm against his cheek. He responded with his light kiss on her lips before he slipped between her legs and pressed inside of her.

He obeyed Savannah’s request and built up a slow pleasing rhythm for her. His slow caresses and trembling chest heightened all emotions and senses inside of her – she felt everything. His infallible tenderness pulled her in closer with every touch. His lips skillfully touched every inch of soften skin they possibly could, leaving her wanting more. His heavy breaths touched the side of her face sending a rush of blood down her spine. Every thrust of his hips sent pleasure spiraling throughout her body and she knew, she just knew she couldn’t live without this. She couldn’t live without Harry. She wanted him to be her naughty and her nice. He could do it all for her. And she wanted it. She wanted it all.

When they finished, Savannah held onto him for a while afterward, and he was silent, not wanting to disrupt what they were sharing. She enjoyed it – being there with him. Because she decided she couldn’t live without him. She wanted him. She needed him.

“Van?” He spoke quietly and slowly – breaking her out of her own thoughts.

“Yeah, Harry?” She asked softly.

“Please don’t leave me this time,” he said quietly, his voice pleading.

“I won’t, babe. I won’t,” she reassured him, tightening her arms around him. She heard a soft sigh escape his lips and somehow knew he was smiling.

“You could stay here tonight,” Harry offered, swallowing hard. Savannah pulled her head back to look at him.

“Yeah. Okay,” she said, nodding her head, unable to hold back her smile.

“Okay,” he said, smiling back at her.

And everything just felt right. There was laughter in the darkness, long limbs that should be awkward and are, but somehow felt elegant, hair falling in her eyes and fingers sliding over smooth skin. It was the beginning of something magical. Something they both wanted, but were too afraid of. They both knew it wasn’t going to be easy as far as Niall and their family was concerned. There would be consequences, no doubt, but they knew they’d get through it together.

Always together.

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