Somebody Else's Arms

Hailey woke up in the middle of the night from the ringing of her cell phone. She figured she would just let it go, because who the fuck would actually be calling her in the middle of the night like a crazy person? She hoped it was just a wrong number, making it futile to answer it in the end. It was the perfect excuse to ignore it. It would just end up breaking her out of the comfy cocoon she built around herself and she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. When the ringtone ended, Hailey relaxed once again and dug her head back into her pillow.

Her eyes shot open when her phone started ringing again a few seconds later. Well, fuck. Rolling over, she grabbed the phone off the night stand and squinted at the bright light to see who it could possibly be. She needed all the beauty sleep she could get, motherfucker.

Harry. Of course it was fucking Harry. Of course.

She didn’t know whether to yell out in anger or glee at the sight of his name on her cellular. It was three in the morning after all. She just wanted to be sleeping. But then again, it was Harry – her best friend, her unrequited love interest.

“Hello?” She answered with a huff on the third ring.

“Haiiiiiileeeyy,” she heard his obnoxious drunken voice come through the receiver.

“Hey, Harry,” she said flatly, completely unamused.

“Hailey, I’m drunk,” he told her. Oh, great. A drunk dial.

“I got that much,” she said weakly. He must have been extremely drunk to have dialed her at this time of night.

“I’m drunk and I’m alone,” he said with a slight whine to his tone.

“What do you mean? Aren’t you out with your friends? Isn’t it Matt’s bachelor party tonight?” She asked, sounding confused. One of his best friends was getting married in like a week and Harry was one of the many groomsmen.

“The limo dropped me off,” he said, his voice still sounding more than a little whiney.

“Okay. So…” Hailey started to say.

“I’M ALONE, HAILEY!” He shouted dramatically.

“What the hell does that even mean, Harry? Do you want me to come over or something?” She asked, getting more and more confused by his behavior.

“I can’t even get in,” he whined.

“You can’t get in?” She repeated, furrowing her brow. He was so god damn confusing.

“I lost my keys,” he said finally.

“Ohhhhh,” she giggled, catching onto what he was trying to say all along.

“Come get me,” he whined even more.

“Are you downstairs? At the front door?” She asked, grabbing her glasses from the nightstand and slipping them on her face.

“Yes,” he confirmed.

“Okay. I’ll be right down,” Hailey giggled, hanging up her phone.

She laughed to herself as she got out of bed. When she realized she once again chose an oversized shirt and panties for bed, she knew she needed to change. She threw on sweatpants and a camisole, topping off the outfit with a zip up hoodie, just to be safe around Harry because cami’s didn’t really leave much to the imagination either.

Hailey grabbed her keys and locked her door behind her before she headed down toward the front door of the main building. She took the elevator down and immediately saw him as the elevator doors opened. He was sitting with his back against the glass door and Hailey couldn’t help but laugh. She walked over to it and knocked so he knew to get up. He turned his head to look up at her through the doors and immediately a smile plastered across his face. He was so god damn adorable sometimes. She watched as he pulled his drunk ass off the floor and moved out of the way so she could open the door.

“Some chick thought I was a hobo,” he said, pouting at her.

“What? Oh my god,” she giggled, holding the door open for him as she took a look at his outfit.

“I can’t imagine why she wouldn’t think you were a hobo. What – with your Gucci loafers and Versace top from the Spring line,” Hailey quipped, eyeing him skeptically.

“Right?” He laughed.

“Good lord,” she snickered under her breath.

“You’re my hero, Hailz,” he said, throwing his arm over her shoulder.

“Heroine,” she corrected him.

“Whatever you’re into,” he said, smirking over at her.

“I didn’t mean heroin. I meant…” She said, shaking her head, but realized it would be ineffectual to explain.

“I was joking, Hailz,” he snorted and she was reminded just how drunk he was.

“Shut up,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him as she shoved his arm off her shoulder. He laughed out loud as he stumbled through the doorway, knocking over a massive potted plant in the process.

“Jesus, Harry. How much have you had to drink?” She laughed, pulling the plant upright again.

“Lil bit,” he said as he leaned against the wall.

“You can barely walk by yourself,” she laughed, eyeballing him.

“Matty’s getting married next week. We had to fucking raaaaage,” Harry said, throwing his fist up in the air.

“Looks like it,” she snickered.

“I’m ready to sleep though,” he said, calming slightly as he scrubbed his knuckles into his closed eyelids. He looked like an adorable little child.

“Come on. I’ll help you to the elevator,” she said as he threw his arm over her shoulder again.

“Thanks, Hailey,” he sighed sleepily as he smiled sweetly at her.

“Anytime, Harry,” she replied, smiling back at him as she felt a blush roll up her cheeks.

Once they were in the elevator, he leaned in the corner and just stared at her with a chummy grin on his face.

“What?” She asked, looking at him oddly.

“Have I ever told you you’re pretty, Hailey?” He asked, catching her completely off guard.

“What? No,” she scoffed, feeling her cheeks heat up even further.

“Well, you are,” he told her matter-of-factly.

“Shut up. You’re drunk,” she scoffed again.

“No. I think about it a lot. Even when I’m sober,” he replied, completely throwing her for a loop.

“You what?” She asked incredulously, looking at him like he was crazy. Cause really, he was acting fucking crazy.

“Oh, shut it,” he scoffed as the elevator door opened.

“You shut it. Come on,” she said, helping him out of the elevator as the two of them walked down the hallway together – Harry using the wall as a guide because he had to.

“So, I have a question for you,” Hailey said, quirking her eyebrow at him.

“What?” He asked, stumbling on his feet.

“How are you going to get into your apartment?” She asked curiously.

He stopped dead in his tracks a second later, swaying slightly, really trying to come up with an answer.

“I guess I’m not,” he said straight faced before he busted out laughing – loudly.

“I guess you’re not,” Hailey laughed too.

“Oh my god. I… I didn’t even think of that,” he laughed.

“Come on. You can stay at my place,” she giggled.

“BEST FRIEND!” He shouted happily, throwing his hands in the air.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, rolling her eyes at him.

“Pretty best friend,” he cooed, pulling her to him, nuzzling his nose into her cheek.

“Jesus, Harry. Get off,” she said, pushing him away.

“THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!” He yelled quickly and proceeded to laugh at his own joke.

“Shhhh! It’s like three o’clock in the morning,” Hailey giggled as she unlocked her apartment door.

“Oh, shit,” he said, stifling his laughs with his hand over his mouth.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing his heavily tattooed arm to guide him in.

“I’ve got to go to the loo,” he announced immediately.

“When you puke, try to puke in the toilet not all over everything else,” she told him.

“Fuck that. I’m not going to puke!” He yelled back at her as he stumbled his way down her hallway to the bathroom.

Hailey giggled to herself as she went into her room to grab some spare blankets and pillows for Harry to use on the couch. When she came out of her walk-in closet, Harry was standing in her bedroom removing his over-priced, well-tailored clothing.

“JESUS CHRIST!” Hailey yelped at the sight of him shirtless in her room.

“What? Did I startle you?” He asked as he undid his painted-on black skinny jeans.

“Wh-what are you doing?” She stammered, holding a pillow and blanket tightly in her arms for him.

“I’m not sleeping in my clothes, Hailey. That’s just not comfortable,” he scoffed.

“Uh…” She stammered, feeling like her brain might spontaneously combust.

“What?” He asked again, sending her an odd look.

“I, uh… am I sleeping on the couch?” Hailey asked, feeling utterly confused.

“What? No. You’ve got a big bed. We can share,” he said as he pulled down his jeans, leaving him in his massively tight boxer briefs.

Oh, Jesus Lord.She could see every single bit of definition as her eyes involuntarily honed in on his crotch. And then her eyes got a glimpse of a secret tattoo – a massive secret tattoo of a tigers bust on his upper thigh. She was about to fucking lose it.

She stood frozen in the middle of her bedroom floor, watching as Harry crawled up into her cozy bed with all the blankets and pillows that she usually used to wrap herself it. He was certainly lacking grace of any kind, throwing himself face down onto the right side of the bed. Hailey giggled to herself as he groaned a pleasing sigh as his body settled into the mattress. She couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of his fit-as-hell ass as it stuck out through all the blankets. God damn.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hailey giggled as she threw the extra pillow and blanket at the foot of the bed.

“I’m never leaving your bed. Oh my god. What is this made out of? Clouds?” He asked, snuggling the pillow up underneath his head as he smiled contently at her.

“Uh… last I checked it was just a pillow top mattress,” she giggled as she sat down on the left side of the bed.

She felt weird because her usual side was the right side where he was laying. Scratch that. She felt weird because Harry Styles was in her bed… with her.

“Get in,” he said, patting the mattress.

“Yeah,” she said quietly, pushing the blanket down so she could crawl in.

“You’re wearing all those clothes to bed?” He asked, looking at her like she was crazy.

“Well…” She shrugged, making a face at him.

“A sweatshirt. Really, Hailey?” He asked, eyeing her with a smirk.

“Shut up,” she said, rolling her eyes as she unzipped the hoodie and pulled it off of her.

“Much better,” he cooed, smiling contently.

“Yeah,” she said awkwardly as she noticed Harry’s gaze on her chest.

She pulled the blankets up over her body as she laid down next to him in the bed. When he crawled underneath the blankets with her was when she started to feel extremely nervous.

“Thanks, Hailz,” Harry cooed.

“Yeah. Sure,” she said quietly.

“You’re a good friend,” he sighed.

“So are you,” she told him honestly.

The two of them laid there for a few moments before Hailey asked him to turn off the bedside light. He leaned over and she watched every single sexy muscle rippling in his back and she knew right then there was no way in hell she was going to get any sleep with this perfect creature in her bed. She turned her back to him to try to keep her mind off of him and his perfect face and perfect body and perfect everything.

“Goodnight,” Harry said, reaching over to what she could only assume was to pat her arm or back, but instead his hand grazed over the swell of her ass.

“Oh! Goodnight,” she said as she let out a startled giggle.

“Did I… did I just touch your bum?” He asked curiously.

“You may have,” she said quietly and he laughed out loud.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No. It’s okay,” she told him, feeling even more awkward.

“Why do you have your back to me? Are you repulsed by me?” He asked with a playful scoff.

“Yeah. That’s exactly it,” she said sarcastically.

“I knew it,” he huffed comically.

“Shut up and go to sleep,” she giggled, rolling her eyes even though she knew he couldn’t see her.

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed.

The two of them were silent for a few moments, but apparently Harry wasn’t as tired as he made it seem when they were walking up to her condo.

“I totally saw some bloke fucking a girl in the bathroom at the bar tonight,” Harry blurted out.

“Nah-uh,” Hailey said, turning slightly to look at him.

“Yuh-huh. It was crazy. Like, right by the urinals. Like mate, the least you could do is fuck her in one of the stalls,” Harry laughed.

“I can’t believe people actually do that. Like, go home. Fuck her in a bed,” Hailey laughed as she rolled completely onto her back.

“Right,” Harry agreed.

“That’s crazy,” she giggled.

“At least show the bird you care enough about her to take her back to your place and show her a good time,” he laughed, continuing on.

“Yeah, totally. Cook her breakfast in the morning, or something,” she joked.

“Eggs and bacon. Pancakes, waffles. Whatever, ya know,” Harry carried on the joke.

“Yes, please,” Hailey giggled.

“Oh, man. Seriously,” Harry sighed as his laughter died out.

“That’s how you treat your ladies, right Harry?” Hailey giggled, looking over at him through the dimness.

“Nah. I leave their house in the morning and stop at Starbucks to get my best friend coffee and a muffin,” Harry quipped, nudging her under the covers. Hailey laughed out loud because that was exactly what he did after the night he slept with Emma for the first time – he came to her house in the morning with Starbucks.

“You’re such a winner, Harry,” Hailey laughed.

“WINNING!” He yelled comically.

“Oh my god,” she laughed.

“How do you treat the guys you sleep with? Are you a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of girl?” Harry asked curiously.

“Uh, no,” she stated plainly.

“I bet you like to show a bloke a good time, huh?” He said, smirking wildly at her.

“Oh, man,” she said, feeling the blush creep up her cheeks again.

“Are you embarrassed?” He asked, poking at her side with his index finger.

“Stop it!” She screeched, swatting at his hand.

“Did I embarrass you, Hay-Hay? Did I?” He asked, continuing to poke at her repeatedly as she squealed and squirmed, trying to grab hold of his hands.

“STOP, HAROLD! Stop it!” She screeched.

“Okay. Okay, fine,” he laughed, stilling his hands once she wrapped her fingers around his wrists.

“Why do guys always use tickling as their go-to punishment for a girl?” Hailey scoffed as she let go of his wrists and he reclaimed his hands.

“Why? Is that what guys use on you for foreplay?” Harry smirked, trying to really get her to talk about her sex life.

“No. God,” she scoffed.

“Are you a foreplay kind of girl?” Harry asked, quirking his eyebrow at her.

“Stop it, Harry,” she giggled bashfully.

“I’m your best friend. You’re supposed to be able to talk about everything with your best friend,” he chuckled. He was out of his god damn mind if that’s what he thought was about to happen, for real.

“I’m really into dominatrix’s and S&M. That kind of stuff. Black leather, whips and chains. Real 50 Shades of Grey type shit,” she joked, but kept a straight face.

“Are you really?” He asked, staring at her wide-eyed.

“No!” She laughed boisterously.

“I was gonna say, that’s kind of kinky, Hailz,” he laughed.

“Oh my god,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“No, for real though…” He started.

“For real, I’m ready to go to sleep,” she told him firmly.

“Hmm,” he hummed.

“What?” She asked, looking over at him.

“I bet you are kinky though, Hailey. I can see that,” he said, smirking deviously at her.

“Oh my god!” She giggled uncomfortably.

“I bet you like giving as much as you like getting,” he continued, smirking at her.

“Can we not talk about this?” Hailey laughed, feeling more uncomfortable than ever before.

“I bet you love foreplay just as much as you like the sex itself. Maybe even more,” he continued, not stopping.

“Jesus, Harry. If your sober self could hear you now,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, no. I’m not holding back anymore. Not with you,” he laughed.

“Oh,” she said, cocking an eyebrow, feeling rather intrigued.

“Nope. We’ve known each other long enough,” he said insistently.

“Good to know,” she said, trying to stifle the large smile on her face.

“Yup,” he said, snuggling up with the pillow once again.

“Well, I’m going to sleep. You go ahead and keep wondering,” she told him and cringed as the words came out of her mouth.

“Oh, I will,” he chuckled.

They both fell silent as they lay there in the darkness. She could not believe the turn the night took. She would have never guessed she’d end the night with Harry in her bed talking about sex. Oh, dear god.

A short while later she could hear Harry’s soft breathing and knew he had fallen asleep. It was sort of a relief. The sexual tension seemed to evaporate between them once he lost consciousness. She almost couldn’t handle it anymore. She soon relaxed and fell asleep herself.

Hailey woke up with Harry’s hand on her stomach, up underneath the fabric of her camisole. She was so confused at first with him just being in her bed, and then she got even more confused when she felt his fingers caressing the skin of her stomach. It was still mainly dark in the room, so she figured they hadn’t slept very long. It must have been around five am or so. She wasn’t entirely sure.

Goosebumps trailed all over her body as Harry continued caressing her stomach. Oh, dear god. What in the hell was going on? Was this something he did in his sleep? When she turned her head slightly to find his face, she realized it was inches away from hers. Holy hell. His eyes looked into hers and she froze. He was awake. He knew what he was doing. He… he was touching her…

Their eyes locked on one another’s for a few weighted moments. His fingers still idly trailed over her skin and she knew it wasn’t by accident. He knew what he was doing and who he was doing it to. Moments later, Harry leaned over and nuzzled his nose into her jaw, which sent a shiver through her entire body. She almost felt like throwing up. She couldn’t believe this was happening. What was happening?

Seconds later, his lips kissed her jaw and she was like a statue – she couldn’t move. She couldn’t concentrate on any one thing – not with him kissing her face and his hand moving further and further up her camisole. She knew if she tried to speak it would only come out as a whimper, so she didn’t bother.

When his kisses moved up her jaw line to her ear lobe, she just about died. What in the actual fuck was going on? Was this a joke? Was she dreaming? That was it, right? She was dreaming. That totally explained it. They were talking about sex before she fell asleep, so naturally she would have a sex dream about Harry, right? RIGHT?

Maybe she even dreamt the sex talk. Maybe she was just alone in her bed and dreamt up the whole thing with Harry. Yes, that had to be it. Harry was drunk in his own bed right now, not currently feeling up her bare breast and slowly, torturously kissing his way toward her lips. Oh, good god.

When their lips finally met, Hailey could swear, somewhere far, far away, a chorus of baby angels were singing just for them, just for that moment. As soon as he was kissing her, it was sort of like a primal instinct kicked in with her and she was kissing him back with just as much passion as he was. Oh, god. Dream or not, it was like a fantasy coming true.

Harry removed his hand from her shirt, only to pull her closer to him as she wrapped her arms around his body, pulling him to her. If it was a dream, she was going to live it to the fullest. If it was real life, well… she figured she would deal with the consequences later.

“Oh, god,” Hailey groaned as Harry’s mouth trailed down her neck and over her throat.

“You like foreplay, right?” Harry breathed against her skin.

“Mmm,” she hummed.

“That’s what I thought,” Harry said, lifting up her shirt, pulling it over her head.

His mouth was on her in seconds, teasing her and torturing her with every squeeze, lick, and suckle. She was certain she was going to explode. Her hand came up to cover her mouth, stifling out a loud moan as he sucked on one of her nipples, while his thumb caressed the other.

“Fuck,” Hailey breathed lowly when he switched his mouth and hand.

“Harry, oh my god,” she groaned, wondering how they even got there. How did this happen?

“Shhh,” he hushed her as his mouth came up to kiss her once again.

She felt his hand begin to push down the waistband of her sweatpants and she silently squealed with delight, realizing now she wanted this more than she ever could have imagined. Only a fool would stop him, right?

Harry tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth before moving himself down her body, grasping onto the sides of her sweatpants. He pulled them down slowly as his kisses descended all the way down her abdomen to her nether regions.

“Harry, no… you don’t…” Hailey started to protest when she realized exactly what he was about to do.

He didn’t stop though. He pushed her legs open and positioned himself right between them. Hailey groaned out when his mouth and tongue met with her most delicate of areas.

“Jesus…” She moaned, gripping onto the bed sheets. Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god. It had to be a dream. Nothing was this perfect. And, dear god, what a wonderful dream it was.

“Harry, ohmygod-mmm. Harry,” Hailey groaned as her body writhed because of him.

His stubble on his face was excruciatingly torturous as he fluidly moved his mouth and tongue over her. It was sending ripples of pleasure throughout her entire body and she almost couldn’t stand it. God, was this everything she ever imagined when it came to Harry and herself in bed together? Further proof that it was all a dream. Nothing was ever this perfect.

And then all of a sudden his mouth was off of her and she kept thinking, “well, this must be where the dream ends”. But it didn’t end. Harry hovered over her, looking down in her eyes.

“Hailey…” He breathed. Just the sound of her name coming out of his mouth in such an intimate way weakened her.

“Oh god, Harry. Just do it. Please,” she moaned.

Without a second to waste, Harry pulled off his underwear and was hovering above her again. His lips came down hard against hers and all she could do was kiss him back. She gasped out against his lips when he entered her and she just about died from the emotional connection she felt with him. Whether it was real or not, she knew it would heighten every feeling she ever had for him.

Harry buried his face in the nape of her neck as he slowly pushed himself in and out of her. She could hear his ragged, strained breathing and it was probably the sexiest thing she ever heard in her whole entire life.

“Oh, god,” she whimpered as she wrapped her arms around his body, feeling every single rippling muscle in his back. Dear fucking god.

When his slow movements just weren’t enough for either of them, he pulled himself up, looking into her eyes and began a faster rhythm inside her at a new angle. Hailey’s breathing hitched and she couldn’t help the moan that fell from her lips. Harry leaned down to kiss her for a second, before pulling up and moving even faster yet.

“Oh, god. Oh, god,” she groaned, feeling every single inch of him.

The fact that he wasn’t saying anything, that he hadn’t said anything but her name, made her truly wonder if she were dreaming. Her imagination sure was thorough if it was – especially when her toes began to curl in and she felt the all-encompassing tingles of orgasm rippling through her.

“Hailey…” Harry breathed.

Her body was slowly relaxing from her high and she didn’t realize he was trying to get her attention.

“Hailey…” He groaned.

“Hmm,” she hummed, barely even able to open her eyes. She was so fucking content.

“I’m gonna… I’m almost ready to...” He said as he continued to move inside her.

“Oh. Uh…” She stammered, her eyes widening quickly.

“I’m not wearing a condom,” he said breathlessly.

“Oh! Uh… I’m… I’m on birth control,” she said, snapping completely out of her daze.

Seconds later, his entire body spasmed and she knew he just came to his end… inside of her. A second later, as if he couldn’t hold himself up any longer, his body collapsed down on top of hers. She couldn’t move. She could only hold him against her, enjoying it completely. His face was snuggled up to her neck and she felt him leave a small kiss on it, which made her smile. Dream or not, it was perfect.

Hailey heard his breathing even out a little while later and knew he fell asleep. As best she could, she rolled him onto his side off of her and just laid there herself.

She tried to comprehend what just happened. In dreams, people didn’t usually remember the beginning or end of them – that’s how she knew it was real. What just happened with Harry was real. And it slowly dawned on her – Harry just cheated on his girlfriend, with her. The realization kept her up until the wee hours of the morning. She felt like a terrible person for letting such a thing happen. She wasn’t his best friend, she was a terrible friend.

Despite not getting to sleep easily, Hailey still woke up early, before Harry. She probably only slept four hours by the time she awoke. Harry was lying face down without covers over his body, completely naked and it made her feel all sorts of terrible all over again.

“Oh, god,” she breathed, wiping her hands down her face out of frustration.

She quietly pulled herself out of her bed and tip-toed to her closet to dress herself. She threw on clean undergarments and a clean pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. The least amount of skin she was showing, the better. Maybe he would just forget about everything. Maybe he thought it was all a dream too.

Hailey went to the kitchen and made coffee, trying to forget all about the night before. But it all came rushing back to her, over-whelming her in the process. Harry suspended over her, him saying her name, him coming inside of her. She shook her head to dispel the thoughts. She was a despicable person. How could she actually let that happen? As much as she wanted it, how could she justify letting him cheat on his girlfriend?

She poured herself a cup of coffee and went to sit on the couch. She was in a complete daze and couldn’t stop staring at the wall. What the fuck was she going to do?

“Hey,” she heard Harry’s deep voice from behind her. She looked up to see him walking into the living room wearing his skinny jeans, but holding his shirt in his hand.

“Hey,” Hailey said quietly as she felt the blush rise up her cheek.

“I just talked to the landlord. He’s uh, he’s gonna let me into my flat,” Harry informed her.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

“Jagger and Bowie must be pissing all over themselves in the kennel,” Harry grumbled.

“Oh, poor babies…” Hailey gasped, having forgotten completely about the dogs.

“Yeah. I suck,” Harry said self-deprecatingly as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“They’ll forgive you,” she reassured him.

“Yeah… I hope so,” Harry said quietly, looking away from her.

There was a long drawn out silence between them before Harry focused on her again.

“I should… I should go,” he told her, pointing his thumb back at the front door.

“Yeah,” she said quietly.

“See you later, Hailey,” Harry said, giving her a small wave after he put his shirt and shoes back on.

“Bye, Harry,” she said quietly as Harry slipped out her apartment door.

And all she could think was Harry really wasn’t the kind of guy to stick around for breakfast…

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