Beg ✟ h.s. au (M)

t w e n t y - t w o

"Virginity can be lost by a thought."

Salted wound x Sia ;)

Harry's pov

"So Harold, when is prom again?" My mother asked across the table. My father sitting there, invested into the conversation as much as he would be- very slim. Vaguely there just to make my mother happy.

"Two weeks. May 10th I believe." I answer moving around my green beans on the porcelain plate, dreading the question I was sure to follow.

"And have you asked anyone?" There it is.

I wasn't sure how to tell my mother that I had asked Stella or as my mother knows, the hussey that wore an outfit from the streets to church.

My mother can be a little harsh.

I cough nervously as I wait to reply to her, my throat drying. "I uh, I did actually." I answer, not wanting her to ask yet another follow up. But knowing my mother, it was all but inevitable.

"How exciting!" She gushed. "Who is the girl? Do I know her? Is she pretty? Do you have a picture?" She questioned continuously.

"Uh, you've met her once," I answer rubbing the back of my neck. "Her names Stella, and she's in my chemistry class. She's really pretty, and is very.. unique. We're pretty good friends." Well technically I'm not lying.

"She sounds like a lovely person Harold, can't wait to meet her in two weeks!" She exclaims going back to her dinner.

"Two weeks isn't long enough mom." I say muttering to myself continuing to play with the stay green beans.

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"Do we really even have to go? I mean just like pretend and then go back to my place or some shit?" Stella whined through the phone.

"No Stella, this is important to me and my parents would kill me if I didn't go. And besides you already promised." I reminded her.

She let out a defeated sigh. "You're so fucking irritating, you know that?"

I chuckled at her annoyed mood. "Oh, and you aren't?" I bicker back. I hear her let out a small laugh as well, and I take that to get back on topic. "Just send me a picture of the dress Stella, please. I need to know what color tie to wear." I asked, practically pleading.

"Do you just want a picture of the dress itself or a picture of me in the dress?" She asked seductively. Of course she'd turn this into a sexual act, but I couldn't help but fall right into it. My breath caught in my throat as I struggled to find a reply.

I heard her devilish laugh from the other side as she spoke. "I think I know the answer babe."

It wasn't long before I received a message from Stella. I opened the text while remaining on the phone with her, and my eyes widened at what was sent.

Expecting a picture of her in her prom dress, but instead was greeted with a picture of her beautiful naked body. I audibly gulped as I gazed at her smooth skin, and perky breasts. The throbbing in my jeans was getting harder to ignore as I continued to stare.

"Oops, my bad. I think I sent the wrong picture there babe." Her voice laced through the phone as I stood in awe at the sight that was held on my illuminated phone. "I know you're getting hard already. Just imagining your big cock is leaving me soaking" She practically moaned through the line.

Her taunting voice almost lead my hand to the tight area of my jeans and started to caress it. I let out a low groan as Stella's victory smirk was almost visible through the phone call. The picture only fueled me more as I imagined having her small body underneath me, submissing to me.

I looked to make sure my door was locked before I made my way to my bed, sitting on the edge as I placed my phone to me ear, listening to the sinful girl guide me further.

"God, I'm so turned babe, if only you were here." Her voice one again leading both hands to slowly unzip my tightening jeans. The phone pressed against my ear with my shoulder as I laid back onto the bed. "Fuck I'm so wet right now." She moaned in pleasure, that alone earning a grunt from me.

"Are you touching yourself Harry?" She asked in a low tone. "And you better use your words babe."

I nodded my head before using basic thought, but not really trusting my voice right now. "Uh-fuck, yes." I let out in a groan, my hand finally finding its way into my jeans, sliding into the black boxer briefs I wore. My hand reaching the tip of my throbbing cock at the thought of her.

"And what are you thinking about while touching yourself?" She asked. "Are you thinking about my soft mouth sucking you dry, or my hands? Or are you thinking about how tight my pussy would be for you? Fuck-" She continued, stopping by what I would assume to be her own arousal.

"All of it Stella, I'm thinking about how well you take me into your mouth, and God lets not forget how skilled you are." I let out, my hand moving at a more steady pace now. "What about you Stella? What are you thinking about, hm?" I questioned using her own tease against her.

Her moans erupted as I continued, signaling her own delicate hands touching herself. "Are you thinking about my fingers? The way I pump them in and out, in and out? Or my tongue? The way I flick my tongue against your clit so fast, because I know you like it fast babe."

My cock growing harder and harder at my own words. Stella's endless moans only driving me closer and closer.

This girl was so fucking intoxicating.

"Tell me Stella, when we finally have sex do you want it hard, and rough? Or should I torture you? Go so slow, that you will be begging me for more." I surprise myself by saying, not even recognizing the person saying such vile words.

Being with Stella has made me someone completely different, and yet he's someone whom I've always kept within.

My hand was moving at a much more rapid pace at the thought of Stella. I could hear her ragged breathing on the other end. "God, fuck I'm so close Harry, so close." She moaned out as I felt myself closing in on my high as well.

"God Stella, you're so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect," I groaned as I couldn't take it anymore.

Stella could probably sense my release as she pleaded out "No not yet, just wait. Come with me please, fuck-" She grunted as she continued her movements.

I was so close and couldn't hold much longer. "I'm so close Stella, just imagine me filling you with my cock babe. Imagine me stretching you so far." I egged her on, wanting her to be where I was.

"Shit- Harry now, come now." She let out before a long moan left her sinful lips. The release left itself on my hand and the inside of my briefs. Her breathing was the only thing heard as we both calmed from our highs.

I brushed aside the hairs stuck to my forehead before hearing Stella shuffle on the other end.

"It's red."

"What?" I asked confused and disoriented.

"My dress, it's red." And with that she hung up, leaving me with a mess inside my pants.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

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ya'll, everything really sucks, but i think ill be okay. again sorry for the super overdue chapter

not many people commented on the last chapter (which is fine) butt one person did ask

who's your favorite 1D band member and why?
hm well, my favorites harry and i guess its just because hes such a genuine person, like he loves what he does and he literally loves everyone. he's a perfect cupcake and just the way he treats his mom and his sister, and just ugh he's perfect and he makes me sad
:((((

so i think i'm going to make this book shorter instead of longer because I already feel like im dragging it out and i just hate that feeling so shits gonna happen so I promise :))))

prom next chapter b ready yall

be nice to people, have a great week and happy summer/almost summer for some!!!

love yall so much
juliaxx