H.S. Smut : Short Stories

dreams do come true - part 1

Harry knew it made my gut burn with jealously. All the women seeing him, wanting him, imagining sexual things with him. I use to be one of them but now...it's different. My life has become an erotic fanfiction. Harry being my muse and I his.

We met at a club in New York about a month ago. He and I hung out for a while while he was up there, having to be as discreet as possible to not get caught. Harry being seen with me...I know he doesn't want that.

He called me two days ago, asking if he could fly me out to one of his shows. I very gladly agreed once he said, "I have a surprise for you baby." He knew my weakness somehow and loved to play with me...emotionally and physically. He knew how weak he made me.

My thoughts are broken as the door swings open to the room I'm sat in. A dressing room just for me to get ready for the show. He insisted he give me the real vip access and I couldn't resist.

"Harry?!" I laugh as his curly hair flops over his face with a big goofy grin across his lips. He shuts the door quickly and runs to me, wrapping his arms around me and spinning. Dropping me with a kiss to the forehead that makes my heart flutter through our laughter.

"It's been too long," his hand comes up, sweeping hair behind my ear and his other on the small of my back, holding our chests together.

"It's been 3 months," I frown, agreeing. I honestly thought he may never want to see me again after our first nights together but he finds the time everyday to text me at least once to see how I'm doing. The occasional all night calls to catch up and talk about life.

"Too long," he repeats, his pink lips perching as he kisses my nose, making my eyes flutter shut. My head tilts up, my lips in search of his. They brush, our breathe quickening as I feel our hearts begin to race slightly.

Our lips press together, his hand finding my hair at the back of my hand as he fists it, letting out a groan into my mouth as he squeezes me tightly, pressing our mouths more firmly together now. Our breathe hot on each other mouths, saliva strings part as we break the kiss for air.

My eyes open, meeting his emerald orbs. He smirks devilishly as he looks down at my cleavage, "just for me?" He asks, his fingers tracing my neck, down my chest and circling the top of my breasts leaving goosebumps.

"This isn't just for me," I frown, my hands rubbing his chest. His outfits is beautiful but I know the girls are going to go crazy. His bulge showing slightly and his chest is out...as usual.

I don't want to say anything about my jealousy, knowing he wouldn't change it...and I don't want him to honestly. The jealousy fumes from not knowing if he has slept with anyone else. Does he treat other girls this way? I know he has a reputation for that anyways, not that I want to believe it. Plus, we aren't dating. I am sure I'm merely a toy to him. How could I be anything more? A college student studying fashion. There is no way. There are so many celebrities he can choose from...plastic bitches but still.

He spins around for me, showing off his outfit and flexing his muscles for me teasingly, "like what you see?"

I nod, our laughter filling the room. He twirls his finger in the air, signaling for me to spin as well so I do. He has his hand on his chin in admiration. He brings his lip between his teeth and let's out a small raspy hum.

I hear a knock on the door and Harry quickly turns, "one moment!" He shouts and turns back to me, "I'll see you out there love." And with a wink, he is gone out the door.

I shiver in my skin, doing a little happy dance by kicking my feet and spinning. I collect myself as someone walks into the room.

"I'm here to take you to your seat miss," a woman says and I follow her. We go down a few big hallways of the arena before we walk through a door. The crowd is enormous, girls chatter filling the air. She walks me to the front baracade and the security man opens it when we sees her as if he knew I was coming.