Imagine.. Rated R edition

Our Fan Fic Love Story - Reader & Harry Styles

(Not edited. Written almost two years ago.. and sounds like a thirteen year old uneducated little twat wrote it… #IUsedSuckButtAtWriting)
Copyright © 2013 Delicious Princess, All Rights Reserved



The simple way the boy takes off his shirt fires up the pit in your stomach. How his muscles stretch in his back and his shoulders and his curls land perfectly as he pulls the dark green shirt off his head and tosses it in the hamper. You’d really like to jump this handsome boy’s bones, yet you refrain from doing so. 

"Y/N, what are you looking at?" he smiles a cheeky smile and sits on the edge of the two of you’s bed. 

"Nothing, I was spacing off really," you say, your face starts to flush so you look at the sparrows on his chest. 

"I’ve been dating you long enough to know you weren’t just spacing off," he tucks your hair behind your ear. "What’s on our mind love?" 

You sigh and sit up, wringing your hands in your lap. “I..I..” 

You start to recall the promise you and Harry made almost four years before. That night in the parking lot after a speech was given, when all you were searching for was a picture of you with the boys.



"Is that Liam?" you whisper to your friend as you approach the large brown and black bus. 

"Yeah," your friend breathes, pulling her jacket tighter around her. "It’s so nippy out!" 

"No kidding," you see the boys outside patiently waiting to board their bus playing hackeysack. "Hey can I get a picture with you guys!?" you shout, approaching them. 

"Yeah!" Harry grins, pocketing the hackeysack in his black duster pocket. 

Niall shrinks back and you frown. “Niall, get over here. You know it’s not the same without you,” you smile and make a spot for his between you and your friend. 

Your friend hands over her phone and the security guard tries to take the picture but her phone wouldn’t let him. The seven of you waited a few moments before breaking apart to try to get the phone to work. 

"Just use my phone!" you snap. You see Harry, who was only about a foot away, glance at you out of the corner of your eye as you pull out your broken EnV3. "My ghetto phone," you trail off as Harry closes the distance to look at your phone. You look at your messages and heat goes to your cheeks even in the cold air as you see Harry Styles in your text messages. "Oh that’s not you, that’s her," you gesture to your friend. "Nickname." 

"Hmm," Harry keeps looking at your phone and he rests his head on yours and watches what you do. The curls peaking out from under his grey beanie brushed against your temple and cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into him. 

"Uhmm what was I doing?" you ask yourself out loud as Harry leans even closer, about to take your phone. "Oh yes picture.." you turn on the camera and hand your phone over to security. 

You grab Harry’s coat sleeve and pull him to the posing group. You turn to pose when Harry asks for a hug before the picture. His face holds something in it but you can’t quite tell. Confused, you wrap your hands around his neck and he grips your waist, pulling your body against his. He buries his face in your hair and neck. You try to pose again but he refuses to let go. 

"Harry, this is nice and all but the camera can’t see your face," you say and he doesn’t reply. You sigh and smile for the camera. 

Everyone disperses and Harry still won’t release you. With a sigh, you walk the much taller and larger body behind a fence across the parking lot. You pry his face from your neck and push him away enough to look at him. His eyes were red and a breeze hit your neck and you realized he was crying. 

"What’s wrong Harry?" you ask, wiping away the new tears. 

"During the speech, Taylor tweeted trying to ruin me and when there was no reply. I received hate," he hiccuped. "Then she broke up with me! I wasn’t even dating her!" 

"Well-" 

"Sorry for bothering you with this but I had to tell someone and what better than a stranger?" His hands dropped to his sides. 

"It’s okay Harry. You shouldn’t keep things bottled up. I know Haylor was probably hard dealings yeah?" 

"Very," he sighed and intertwined his long fingers with yours. "Would you like to.. Oh God this is sounding like one of those fanfics!" he sighed and walked with you slowly around the parking lot. 

"What? Your spontaneously getting dangerously friendly with a fan?" you ask. 

"Yes, and the fact that.. What would you say if I asked you out?" he stopped and looked at you. 

"I’d ask how would it work Harry? And this does sound a bit like a fanfic.." you glare at the ground. 

Harry lifts your face and smiles, “I’ll fly to see you, I’ll fly you to see me.. It’ll work!” he insists. 

"Well alright, this probably won’t last long but if we stay to our fanfic love story.." you pause and notice he’s dead serious. FANFIC! "I don’t want the media to know Harry. I’m not after your fame or money. I don’t want publicity," you look into his green eyes. 

"Harry!" Zayn yells. "Leave the poor girl alone! We’re leaving!" 

"Anything for you," he pulls out his phone and you both exchange numbers. He grabs your face and kisses you for a extremely long moment and pulls away, his forehead on yours, breaking out in a grin. "Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy.." he kisses you and finally let’s go. "I never caught your name.." 

"Y/N" you reply. 

He smiles and walks backward, “Y/N.. Fits perfectly,” he blows a kiss. “See you again soon love.”



"Promise me this," you say with the biggest smile possible, nearly in Harry’s lap in excitement for the first time in the tour bus, the second time meeting Harry days later. "We won’t make love until we KNOW we’re IN love." 

"I promise, and I’ll never ask something of you or your body," he presses his lips against yours.





"You?" he takes your small hands in his large ones. 

You look into his wide and worried green eyes and bite your lip. “I think I’m ready Harry.” 

He freezes and searches your face, “To let them know or..” 

"Both Harry. I want to.. I want to be official.. Really official," you say, trying to stay calm. 

"To be honest," he runs his fingers through the the hair on the back of this head. "I do too and," he gets quiet and picks at the comforter, his cheeks reddening a bit. "Y/N I don’t know how to do this." 

Your heart drops and you look at him quizzingly, “What are you talking about?” you go to touch his shoulder but he abruptly stands, his fingers in his pockets as he paced before you. 

"I," he bites his lip and throws himself at your feet, ripping open a little black box. "Y/N MARRY ME!" he shouted, tears brimming his eyes. 

"Harry," you smile softly as he hides his face in your leg. "Why are you so scared to propose? It’s just me," you giggle quietly and run your fingers through his curls before making him look at you. "I love you Harold Edward Styles and I want to me Y/N Styles more than anything." 

"Truly, madly, deeply?" he asks as you wipe his nervous tears away as he quotes his own band’s lyrics and slips the most gorgeous diamond ring on your finger. 

You glare playfully and giggle, “I am truly, madly and deeply in love with you Harry Styles.” 

He smiles and climbs onto the bed and you lay back as his large body covers yours, “You mean it?” his minty breath raised bumps across your skin. This is the first time you and Harry have been in such a position where anything could truly happen- the cards in this game vary. 

"Of course I mean it Harry," your eyes rake over his face and lingered on his lips then they slid to his collar bone. 

He didn’t take anytime to hesitate. He threaded his fingers in your hair and kissed you passionately and deeply. Your tongues start to dance together in a rhythmic beat. Your hands slidedown his chest and you notice the bumps you cause on his skin the lower you go. His kisses move to your neck and you notice his quicker breathing. 

"Are you alright?" you ask, trying to push him away. 

He groans and replies with his voice hoarse, “Y-yeah, you have no idea.” 

"Ha-" you start to say and he wedges his leg between yours, his knee hitting your core directly and you freeze. "Haarrryyyy." 

"Sorry love I-" he pulls back to look at you and you smirk, flipping him over and straddling him. "Y/N!" Harry gasps, his hands on your waist. 

"What!? Someone needed to be in control. You couldn’t," you roll your hips and his fingers dig into your waist. "Stop worrying about me." 

"Y/N," he growls and flips you over and he thrusts into your area and he grinds. "I am in control." 

"Then show me Curly," you tease, reaching up and grabbing handfuls of his dark hair and crashing his lips against yours. 

His tongue slithers it’s way between your lips and begins to tussle with your tongue. His fingertips slip under the hem of your shirt, brushing your skin and you unconsciously arch up. He groans and pushes your shirt to the bottom of your breasts, his hands sliding across your stomach as if memorizing every inch of revealed skin. He slips his hands under you and lifts you, never breaking the kiss as he pushes your shirt higher. You reluctantly break the kiss as he shoves your shirt off your head and he tosses it aside. 

Your legs wrap around his waist and you bring him down on top of you. His lips move in sync with yours as his large hands slide up your sides and they barely skim your lightly covered breasts. You nip at his bottom lip and his hands again slip under you, fingertips running up your spine giving you goose bumps as he finally reaches your bra clasp. His warm lips venture down your neck and across your collarbone and between your breasts before you feel the pop of the clasp undoing. You gasp as a hard n*pple is taken into his hot mouth. His tongue swirls around it making it even harder before switching n*pples. 

A wet pool between your legs is noticed as he kissed and licked down your stomach. He made your skin hot and flustered as he continued to get his torso between your legs. He licked your navel teasingly and just above your plaid pj bottoms. His fingers slipped under the hem of them and your favorite PINK panties. He pulled them a few inches down and licked more before noticing what your panties has written on them, and the small tattoo on the inside of your hip 

"Naughty hmm?" he looks up at you with a devilish grin, and he ignores the tattoo. 

You pry your eyes open and sit up enough to see him. “What?” you feel a blush creep into your cheeks. 

"Oh nothing," he slides off the end of the bed, landing on his knees, and pulls your butt to the edge. 

Harry kisses the smooth revealed skin of your p*ssy before pulling your pjs off with your panties. You close your legs in modesty and become nervous. He bites his bottom lip as he prys your thighs open and you gasp softly. You feel his hot breath on your wet p*ssy as his large thumb slipped between the top of your slit and he began making circles on your cl*t. You moan softly as his circles become faster and more rhythmized. Harry’s right hand index and middle finger began to explore lower, sliding with ease in your slit and her rubs more circles around the fairly small hole that is expected to take the large member of Harry that you’ve accidentally- and not so much accidentally -seen many times within the last four years. 

He stands up just as he starts to get you panting and your hips on the verge of bucking, “You sure about this Y/N?” He asks, his hands on his hips and a smirk on his lips. 

You look into his green love and lust filled eyes, “Yes.” 

"What I’m about to do can’t be undone Y/N," he says, his eyebrow raising. 

"Yes Harry. I’m sure," you glance at the very noticeable bulge beneath his dark wash jeans and begin to panic at the known size of the thing in there. 

Harry stretches back and your eyes drink in the skin of his chest, and they soon trail down his stomach before you want his pants off. With a flash crossing his face, he unzips his pants and time slows. He unbuttons his pants and pushes them off his hips with his boxers. Your wide eyes linger on the thing and it seems much large than the other times you saw it. You blush as Harry’s throaty chuckle rips you from staring. 

"Your face, best reaction I’ve ever seen," he smiles kindly down at you. "You’d think being nearly twenty-one you’d know what you were about to be hit with." 

"I knew but," you lay back down. "That’s.. Oh my Harry!" 

"We still don’t have to-" 

"NO I WANT TO!" you sit up quickly. "Now Harry," you glare. 

He raises his hands in surrender but your eyes trail down to the thing that’s about to make your world explode, “Mrs.Modest,” he smirks and takes a step forward. “Wait I don’t have a condom on,” he turns to get one. 

"Did you not hear me Harry? I said now," you say lowly. "Now Harry!" you growl. 

He turns in worried amusement, “But precauti-“ 

"I don’t care. You already proposed and I’m twenty. It’s okay." 

"Still-" 

"Harry," you say again. 

"Y/N." he shoots back. 

You open your legs but hold your knees together, “Now Harry!” you repeat again. 

"No." he says. You glare and stand. "What are you going to do-" 

You sprint the short distance and land on him. His back hits the dresser as your legs wrap around his waist. You thread your fingers in his thick hair and crush his lips against yours. His dangerously thick, long and hard member pinned between your stomach and his. He moves and kisses your neck, growling as he cups your butt and lays you on the bed. 

"You have to have it your way must you," he grits his teeth and you feel the pressure of his large head against your hole. Harry leans down and kisses you, whispering against your lips. "I’m sorry." 

Harry’s fingers dig aggressively into the skin on your hips as he pushes himself in. He groans as you whimper. The fit feels painfully impossible and you open your blurred eyes to Harry hopelessly trying to get further in. You open your mouth to tell him to stop when you feel his fingers slip in your slit and he spreads you and a tear slips down your cheek. He sighs and pushes harder and he finally gets the head all the way in. He wipes your tear away and kissed your nose before flashing a apologetic smile and re-gripping your hips. You grab his hands on your hips and you make eye contact. You get lost in the wildfire sea of green but the twist in his features brought you back in time to fully witness the very painful addition. 

"Harryyy!!!!" you cry out. 

"I know," he says soothingly. "I’m trying to get this over with but you’re so damn tight," he grunts and pulls out. 

"I-" 

"You need to relax baby girl," he gets on his knees again. "I hope I can make you relax enough," he trails off and begins rubbing your cl*t again. 

You focus on the sensation and suddenly you feel his tongue dart in and out of your tight hole. After a few moments Harry stands and lines up again. You whimper as he slips in the few inches he got in before and you saw the panic in his face. 

"Harry?" you ask. 

He closes his eyes and stays silent. You hold your breath and Harry makes a sudden movement. He growls a deep sexy growl as he thrusts with all his might into you. You loudly cry out as he breaks past your barrier. Harry freezes and you open your eyes. You see he wants to hold you, take the pain for you but he can’t. 

"I’m so sorry Y/N," he whispers. 

You take a breath, “It’s okay Harry,” you smile weakly. “It needed to be done,” you move your hips and Harry panics. You suck in a breath as pain ripples through your core. 

"Don’t-" 

"Just uh," you bite your lip and your face flushes at the sudden realization of the situation. "Thrust through it." 

"But-" he starts to say but your glare stops him. "Okay." 

He slowly starts pumping in and out of you and you grit your teeth. After a short moment, your core burned with untameable desire. You begin to rock your hips and moan quietly encouraging him. Harry thrusts harder into you and holds it then repeats. You gasp when he abruptly pulls out and slams back in. He leans forward and picks you up, bouncing you. You bury your face in his neck like he did the night he met you. You moaned against his skin as his pace picks up even more. Your tongue darts out and teases the sweet and slightly salty skin from his earlobe to his collar bone. He growls and lays you down again. 

"H-how are y-you lasting this long?" he asks through gritted teeth as he slams his full length deep into you. 

You shrug. Harry’s next thrust, he pulls up and your stomach clenches and your moans go up a octave. He catches it and continues pulling up after going deep. He places a hand on the lower part of your stomach, holding your hips and back down as he changes his technique again by going as deep as possible, as fast as he can. Your moans get louder and shorter and you pull Harry down on you. You tease his tongue with yours as you rock your hips under him. You feel your p*ssy tighten and Harry’s torso mirrored it. He groans against your lips and slams into you again, hitting a spot that could put you over the edge. 

"Harry," you grind out as he kisses your neck. "Harry," you lift his head. 

"What?" he pants. 

"You’ve got me so close-" 

"Why do you think I’ve paused," Harry smirks and pulls on your bottom lip with his teeth. 

"You-" 

Harry thrusts hard and fast. You immediately start moaning and gripping the sheets. He nips at your jaw as you tighten around him, his name at your lips. 

"Ah," he blows his hair out of his face. "What’s my name?" he asks grinding against you, making you pant. 

"H-H-Har-" Harry thrusts deep, cutting you off "OH MY F*CKING F*CKKKKKK!!!" 

You start bucking up and Harry pins you. You grab his forearms, your nails digging into his skin as he continues to ram into you. 

"What is it baby?" he asks. 

He’s got you screaming and wiggling now so it takes all you have to say, “HARRY F*CKING STYLES!” you shout just before climax. 

Your body starts to convulse in spasms as he keeps going, seeming to be building you up again. You feel him pulsing within you and you start to nibble his earlobe. 

"Are you going to c*m baby?" you whisper with a smirk. 

Harry growls and thrusts deep before holding it, “I-I-I c-can’t h-here,” he groans and starts to pull out. “Oh God I’m..!” 

"I-" he pulls out and wraps his hand around his well ready member before stroking himself rapidly. "Harrryyy!" you move quickly, removing his hand and replacing it with your own. 

You grip him hard and take his head in your mouth, receiving a very pleased groan. He arches back and you feel the next event. Moving your wrist smoothly, you flick your tongue across the head and Harry explodes over your face and you jump back in surprise. He grabs a shirt off the floor and hands it to you, shooting you a apologetic look. 

"Well.. That’s accomplished," you sigh, wiping your face. 

"Mmhum," Harry picks you up and lays you under the covers, following closely. "What’s next?" he asks, pulling you to his chest. 

"Letting out relationship out," you poke his nose and look at the ring on your finger. "I can’t believe our life is so much like a fan fic.." you put your hand down and kiss him. 

"No kidding," he kisses your forehead. "Hey, how long have you had that tattoo?" Harry asks, rubbing the pink, blue, and purple butterfly on your hip. 

"About two months.. Did you actually look at it?" You raise a brow. 

"I was a bit distracted.." 

"Well look," you lay on your back and force him to look. Around the shape of the butterfly said forever and the inside, you could see the infinity sign. "Forever a Directioner," you cuddle up to Harry and trace his tattoos. "Forever Harry’s.. Forever young," you smile and the both of you fall into a comfortable silence. "We have time between now and," you say quietly and you stop tracing hit tattoos to look at him. "round two." 

He smiles his cheeky, Harry Styles smile, “Can you manage another round?” 

"Definitely, I am marrying you," you wink. 

"I’m so putting you in a wheelchair," he smirks and kisses you intently.