Just Sex

7

"Harry?" I feel so confused. He sounds like he doesn't know.

"I wanted to see if you were alright?"

Well of course I'm not alright you fucking teased me. "I'm fine."

"Mm." He walks in. I start to peek my head out of the curtain. Most of the steam is gone. It probably left from him holding the door open. He looks at himself in his large mirror. Teasing me as he clenches his jaw. His eyes makes a connection with mine piercing into my soul. There so green.

"Harry." I abruptly say.

"Yes." He says slowly. Turning around to walk in my direction. "Fuck." I say under my breath.

My head still peeking out of the curtain and he is towering down at me smirking away. I gulp afraid of his movement. "I need a towel." My heart starts racing. What if he does more than we've done before. Shit he's going to speak.

"Maybe you do-"

Harry's cut off from a loud voice from downstairs. "Styles." The voice comes up stairs, stomping his way to the restroom. "Styles."

"Malik." Harry says as he peaks his head out of the doorway. It's zayn.

"What the fuck do you want." Harry's stating quietly.

"Shut the fuck up." Zayn replies back loudly.

"Prick shut up what do you want." Harry's says louder bombing his voice.

I've never seen Harry's dark side.

"Well first of all your sister is home and second Louis throw up on your couch."

What his sister is here and so is Louis Tomlinson. What am I fucking doing. I need to go home. First of all I need a towel and second, eww Louis throw up on his couch.

Harry storms out leaving me and Zayn. I don't think that was a good idea.

"Zayn can you get me a towel."

"Yeah." He walks away. I quickly close the door and step out of the shower.

I can't believe Harry liked my body. Maybe running really pays off. Someone knocks on the door quietly.

"Zayn?"

The door swung open and it was Harry looking upset. He picked me up. I feel so uncomfortable and concerned for he's touching my naked body. He's acting so normal about this.

Taking me to another room. Harry throws me on the bed and locks the door.

His eyes scan my body. I feel so violated. He walks over to me and hovers over me. Having each hand on either side of me. We don't break eye contact. I tug my hands at his shirt letting him know he need to take off his clothes too. He laughs. His smile makes me smiles. "Alright you horny girl." He stands up taking off his shirt. Showing some tattoos here and there on his body. I didn't know at our age we can get them. Harry then slowly crawls up my body. Giving me chills more like goosebumps. All I can see is his moppy hair of brown curls. He looks up seeing he has this effect on me.

Staring at me he moves up to me. Our lips start to touch. My body feels this spark sensation. It's totally different from earlier. He slowly bites my lower lip. Then our kiss goes more intense. His hands travel to the back of my body lifting me up to his body. My hair is wet and dripping on the bed.

"Harry." A voice from outside spoke.

He ignored and we are still kissing. Soon I use my hands and start running them through his hair. He moans and I guess he likes it. His lips leave mine and traveling down to my jawline. I gasp at the feeling of his warm breath on my skin.

"HARRY STYLES."

"What the blooming fuck is it." Harry shouts.

"It's Zayn."

Harry looks at the door and then back at me. He smiles scanning my nakedness. "Your so hot." He smirks. Harry gets off of me and goes through his drawers and throws a white t-shirt to me. "Wear this and make yourself comfortable." He smirks and walks outside to Zayn.

Putting on the shirt. I look around Harry's room is mostly three major colors grey, white, and black. His bed is huge and so soft. Laying down I can smell Harry's scent, I feel safe. "What am I doing here." You went with Harry in his car. My eyes slowly are beginning to become heavy. Soon I'm fast asleep dreaming.

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