1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 36

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Harry Pov:

Wow. Wow wow wow.

How to even begin describing last night was beyond me. It was perfect. She was so confident, but shy all at the same time.
I had been imagining her naked for quite some time now, and what I had pictured in my head does not even compare even a little bit to the real thing.

Holy shit, she's the most flawless person I've ever seen.
I must of said "You're perfect" about a hundred times last night.
Everything from the freckles on her shoulders to her stretch marks on her hips, were drool-worthy. And so help me God, do not get me started on her breasts. My favorite part about her body though, was a birthmark. A birthmark on her left hip. I never noticed it before. It looked like someone splattered bleach on just the one spot. It was adorable.

Waking up this morning with my arms around her and our naked bodies pressed against each other, I realized something. I realized that I had never woken up feeling better in my life. I have never woken up so happy and smitten.
I've slept with my fair share of women before Hayley and have woken up beside them, but it has never felt like this. I've never wanted to stay for breakfast or wake them up just because I wanted to hear their voice.
I easily fell back asleep, but Hayley was squirming. I didn't open my eyes but I felt her get up. I quickly peeked open to see her goddess-like body walk across to the room to shut the window.

Once she noticed I was awake she told me to shut my eyes, but I'd have to be crazy or gay not peak through my hands. So I watched her change.
I was not expecting what came next... at all.

That's when I decided her tongue was my second favorite part about her body.

Holy. Fuck.

I don't think I've ever had better head in my life and that alone was enough to keep her around, but that was last on the list of the things why I wanted her. Not only was last night one of the most incredible nights of my life, but it opened doors for me. Hayley gave herself to me and trusted me with it. I was so nervous at first even though I pride myself on knowing how to please a woman. I'm no womanizer, but a man does have his needs.

This was different though. Hayley was different. I've never cared this much about the person I was doing it with before. I wanted her to be enjoying it as much as I was.
(And by the scratch marks down my back, I'm going to assume she enjoyed it at least a little bit.)
I begged her to let me show her how appreciative I was, but she showed no desire. That is until I felt her eyes burning into my back as I started to change.
Hayley made eggs, but we never got around to eating them.

I had something else on the menu. And it was delicious.

We laid panting and breathless on her carpet, slowly coming down from our highs. I was grinning like a fucking idiot, but I couldn't care less. I had the sexiest and smartest girl in all of New York City laying next me -- bare naked.

She broke the silence and made me grin even wider than before. "You really know what you're doing, don't you?"

"I like to believe I'm very blessed."

"Or I'm dating a whore."

My smile faltered. I knew it was a joke, but I didn't want her thinking of me like that. I went through my phases, sure, but I wasn't proud of it.

She rolled over and lifted her head to look at me. Her hair was wild and her cheeks were flushed pink. She smiled down at me, happiness radiating from her cheeks and I felt my muscles loosen.

"You're corrupting my innocence, Mr. Styles."

"That was the sexiest thing you've ever said to me." I did not have enough energy for this. We've been going at it for hours, but the way she's batting her eyes at me and biting her lip like she's some sort of sex vixen.
She leaned down to kiss me and took my bottom lip in her teeth. I groaned in frustration.

"We're never leaving this apartment." I said, not really joking at all. "Ever."

She sat up grabbing the blanket to cover her bare body and ran her fingers through her ratted hair. There was bruise on her right shoulder and collarbone. I knew when she saw them later she'd be pissed, but damn they looked sexy.

"So Harry, what's your number?"

I sat up on my elbows. "My number?"

"You know, you're number. How many girls have you... you know... been with?" She wasn't looking at me. She was looking at her fingernails and biting the loose skin on the sides.

"Baby, no." My stomach dropped. "We aren't doing this."

"Why not? Got something to hide Styles?" She quirked an eyebrow, giving me a look that made my knees weak.

"No," Yes. "I just don't think it's important is all. No good could come from it." I shook my head.

"What? Why? I'll tell you mine!"

My eyes about popped out of my head. "Absolutely not. I don't want to know. As far as I'm concerned you've only been with me and will only be with me. No one is allowed in the palace except for Harry Styles, thank you very much."

"Excuse me? There's been more than you and-"

I slapped my hand over my ears and screwed my eyes shut. "HAYLEY! I don't want to know."

"Fine."

We sat in silence for a moment, when I thought began eating at my brain. I couldn't ignore it.

"Although," She looked up at me, hopeful. "I want to know one thing."

"Yes?" She was looking at my lips, biting her own.

"Okay first you need to stop doing that or I won't make it to the end of the question." I put my hand over her mouth and she laughed into it.

I love your laugh. I thought.

"That's what you wanted to say?"

Shit, did I say that out loud?

"I didn't mean to say that but no." I blushed.

"Get on with it Styles, you're a mess."

"Oh right yeah," I stuttered for a moment. "Am I uh... Better than... Uh, that Tanner... guy?"

"Taylor." I knew his name.

"Yeah, whatever."

She crawled over to me and gently kissed my lips. She pulled away and scrunched her nose at me.
"Eh."

"Eh? The hell is 'eh'?"

She giggled and stood up.

"Whoa whoa whoa there little lady, where do you think you're going?" I started to follow her. "You didn't answer my question."

"You didn't answer mine." She shot back as she pulled my tshirt over her head. "I'm gunna keep this by the way."

"You should, it looks good on you. Well everything looks good on -- HAYLEY!"
She laughed at me and walked right past me.

"That's not fair, your question will not bring any good because if I tell you then you're gonna have to tell me, and I don't want to know that." I fight with her.

"Why not? Aren't you the least bit curious? Don't you want to know who's fucked your girlfriend?"

"Me. I've fucked my girlfriend. That's what matters to me. That you're mine and that I'm yours. I don't want to know and I don't care because you're with me. And, I don't want you getting hurt. I'm not proud of who I once was, but I like who am I now. I like who I am when I'm with you. Now tell me, was I better than fuckin' Taylor?"

"I like myself when I'm with you, too."
I went to tell her she didn't answer my question, but she shushed me. "I'll tell you in a week."

"A week? No fucking way."

"You've got a week to prove yourself Styles. And a week to fix that dirty mouth."

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