Never | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

thirty three.

Harry's POV

She was asking for it...this wasn't just some dream. This was real. It was also completely wrong, and I knew that she was still fragile and vulnerable but I couldn't stop what my body had already set its coarse on doing. With her delicate chin resting on my fingers, I knew that in this moment, anything went..I had lost all control.

"So kiss me," She says, and I take it. It's my cue. And I kiss her. It's what she wants.

Instead of keeping my finger in its gently position I grab the side of her face with one hand, the other firmly now around her waist, pulling her as close to me as I can.The way her lips taste are like something I've tried so hard to remember. That familiar sweet flavor that was so intoxicating.

I kiss her passionately, I want to feel her lips on mine as long as I can. I want my tongue in her mouth, I want things to only get hotter.Because this is what I had wanted for so fucking long. Her. I wanted her. I've fought this for three months, knowing it was wrong timing..knowing there was just never going to be a time. But feeling her small hands tugging me closer only reaffirms that this is worth it. Completely fucking worth it.

My lips know no limits..theyre on her neck, her chest; everywhere. It's all coming so naturally to me, the way I want to feel her, where I want to feel her, all these things I've wished I could do but restrained from.

Small hum like moans escape her already plumping lips as my hand slips under her thin white shirt..I can feel the bumps on her skin rise as I near closer to her breasts, taking it in my hand and gently rubbing her nipple making it hard, more moans escaping her mouth. I keep kissing her, as my other hand explores her womanly shape, pausing in places that bring her to kiss me harder, throwing her hand deeper into my shirt.

With her hip swaying over my hardened groin I can't help but to watch just how much she's enjoying me touch her, feel her.

I don't know whether the fact that this is wrong or that neither of us wants to ruin the moment that there are no words. We don't speak. Our bodies becoming hot against each other, moans leaving our lips is enough.

Bianca's hand slowly grazes the waist of my jeans and I know that at this moment she'll get me to do anything for her..with her. She then slowly slips her small hand in, palming me in my boxers, making me suck down on her soft skin as I readjust my own hand on the outside of her jeans, unbuttoning the front to slide in two fingers above her silky underwear, the wetness already there growing wetter as I rub her as best I can without completely ripping her pants..I just can't be fucking bothered with taking them off.

The teasing, the touching, the exploring are all things I'm use to..all reasons I enjoy fucking so much. But this is different, there's such an intensity from just us touching I feel like could just explode right here.

As we continue kissing heavily, our mouths slowly gliding on top of each other before speeding up and becoming hungry and sloppy her underwear grows so wet, I say fuck it and slip my hand in, my finger rubber her clit as the other slowly enters inside her, surrounding my finger with warmth and wetness. I continue rubbing her in a rhythmic motion making her grow tight around me before moaning my name into my mouth.

"Harry..oh..Harry.."

The throaty, low melodies moan continues, gripping me tighter, before grinding herself on me, hand in her pants and all.

"Harry?" Another voice shouts from what sounds like the deck. The voice instantly snaps me from what I'm doing making me retract my hands quickly, Bianca doing the same.

The look on our sweaty, flushed faces says it all. We were caught up in the moment, we acted on weeks of sexual frustration. I knew I wasn't the only one feeling it..I knew that she felt it too.

"Harry, are you out here?" Eliana's voice calls out again sounding more irritated then before.

"Shit.." I mutter under my breath quickly adjusting my pants even though all I want to do is pull her close again,"I'm so sorry..fuck Bianca I lost it.."

She's silent, only making me worry. What if this wasn't what she wanted? I just want to stay here and talk things out, finally clear all this tension that's built up. But with Eliana shouting for me every other minute, only nearing closer I know we can't..at least not right now.

"Harry..Harry where are you.."

"I have to go," I tell her quickly swiping the beads of sweat from my forehead to my hair, hoping the guilty look has wiped off as well.

"This isn't finished.." I whisper longingly into her ear pulling her close one final time before leaving, kissing her cheek affectionately.

"..we're just getting started.."