Calloused

22

I woke up to the sound of broken glass scraping again the floor.

"Good morning." I smiled at the man standing in front of me, the dust pan and broom still in his hand. His dark brown hair was messy, and his eyes were still puffy. I assumed he hadn't been up for long.

"Good morning." H hummed back as he dumped the mess in the dustpan into the small trash can. It was nestled in the corner of his room. My eyes squinted as the sun was peaking through his gray curtains that hung over the large window. His room was neatly organized. It was an odd sight, something I wasn't used to seeing when it came to H. The H I knew would have had clothes flung around the room, clutter in the way and his bed a mess.

He had a dresser next to his closet to the left of the room. There was a desk in the corner by the trash can to the right. His belt was draped over the back of the dark blue recliner. It sat next to the window just a few feet from his bed. His dress shoes were on the ground next to the recliner as well. The TV hung on the wall towards the end of his bed. It was a spacious, open room. The bathroom was off to the right of the TV as well.

"I see you kept your furniture, but something is different." I smiled, running my fingers over the old, oak night stand that sat next to his bed. I traced the three letters that were carved into the old wood. H n S. I remembered the times I used to sneak out to see him long before my father found out.  We stayed up for hours, just talking while he carved our letters into it.
"I'm glad you kept this one." I added as I shifted my eyes to meet his.

"Some things are meant to remain, even after time passes.." He shrugged.
"The difference you're probably feeling is my appreciation for having a routine." H smirked.

"You? On a routine?" I fake gasped.
"It seems working with my father has helped shape you into an actual adult. You've gotten better at keeping things tidy." I teased him.

"Yes, I'm a less reckless adult." He snorted, shaking his head as he walked back to his bed. He leaned down and pecked my lips.

"I'm still impulsive and short tempered, though." He smirked as he pulled away.

"Me too, mi amor." I laughed as I stretched out in his bed. The sheets shifted, exposing my breasts. 

"You're so fucking beautiful, I missed having you in my bed." H groaned, running a hand through his hair as he watched me. I bit my bottom lip, my eyes traveling the length  of H's bare body. His shirt was gone, nothing but grey sweat pants clung to his hips. 

"I'm still hungry, even after last night. I could go for seconds." H smirked, slowly walking towards the bed. "I could keep you here, all day and still be hungry." H hummed. His words spread a familiar warmth through out my limbs, causing me to ache at my core. He knew exactly how to torment me with his words. 

"Aren't you tired?" I asked innocently. 

"I could be on my death bed and I'd still tell you to sit on my face." H growled, his words made me purr with excitement. 

"You're gonna make me cum before you even touch me if you keep saying things like that, Mr. Styles." I hummed seductively, propping myself up on my elbows. H hovered above me, his strong forearms on either side of my face as he pushed me back down on the bed with his body. 

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll be begging me to stop." H whispered in my ear. His soft lips brushed my jawline as he brought his eyes to meet mine. 

"Pretty please?" I whimpered in anticipation as I felt his cock grow harder and harder against me. I gripped H's sweat pants, about to pull them down when a loud knock on the door made me jump.

H stayed in his position as Niall came barging into the room. He didn't have to do much to open the door, considering it was hanging on one hinge. The knob was busted off, too. I regretted breaking it because it would have come in handy if it could still lock.

"I hope it's important." H snarled, clearly annoyed. 

"The, uh, boss called, he needs to see you and Sky." Niall coughed awkwardly, looking everywhere but where we were.

"We'll be out in a few." H grumbled, reluctantly pulling his eyes away from mine. Niall didn't say much as he left the room. 

"To be continued." H groaned, slowly removing himself from on top of me. He leaned down and kissed my lips. The kiss was slow and sensual. 

"I look forward to it." I smirked as he pulled away. He went to the closet and pulled out some clothes. I watched as he took the items off of their hangers. His muscles were impressive as I watched them shift beneath his skin. It only made the ache inside of me worsen.

He held up a pair of old sweat pants, the ones I used to wear whenever I would come over. It made me smile. He had kept them.

"I think you remember these." H smirked, laying them next to me on the bed. I nodded, getting out of bed. I stood naked for a few moments, feeling H's eyes follow me as I decided to head into the bathroom.

"I'm surprised you kept them." I admitted as I searched his drawers for a comb.

"I guess a part of me couldn't get rid of them." I heard H sigh from the other room.

"Well, I'm glad you didn't." I felt my cheeks redden at the thought of H, holding them up over a trash can. But instead of throwing them out, he threw them over his shoulder, scowling.  I giggled at the silly vision my mind concocted.

"What's so funny?" H asked as he stalked into the bathroom.

"Nothing." I smiled, shaking my head. I had finally found a comb in one of his bathroom draws. I carefully combed out the ends of my hair and then worked my way up. I continued to comb my hair until it was untangled. I looked in the mirror, H stood beside me in the doorway and  watched me intently.

His eyes encased an array of emotions. I studied his face in the mirror. H didn't realize I was watching him watch me through the reflection in the mirror yet. I couldn't stop the smile that crept its way across my face as I watched his cheeks turn pink. He knew he had been caught.

We didn't say anything as our eyes made contact in the mirror. I continued to do my hair once H had left the bathroom. I parted my long dark hair into two sections, and then I began braiding one section into a French braid. I did the same to the other side. Using some rubber bands I had found in his drawer, I wrapped them around the ends of my hair to secure the braids.

I brushed my teeth. After looking at my reflection one last time, I left the bathroom.

"I figured you could wear this?" H said, his back to me as he laid something down on the bed.

I stood next to him as I held up the old, black sweat pants. I threw them on and picked up the black tee shirt that he had laid out. It had a picture of one of my favorite bands on it. I held it close to my chest, overwhelmed.

"You still have this, too." I smiled, tears pricking my eyes.

"You love that shirt just as much as I love seeing you wear it." H chuckled, throwing on his black tee. His face shifted to concern as he noticed my teary eyes.

"Baby girl." H whispered, sliding his hands on either side of my face. His thumbs rested on my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you." I whispered, my voice shaking.

"I'm glad you did." H said, catching me off guard.

"If you didn't leave when you did, I wouldn't be who I am now. I wouldn't have gotten another chance to fall in love with you all over again, either." H explained as a wide smile spread across his face. His dimples poked out, making my stomach flutter.

"I suppose you're right." I smiled back as I stretched upwards to wrap my arms around his neck. I kissed him deeply, feeling the overwhelming love pour out of me. Tears fell silently down my face. They weren't tears of sadness or anger,

They were tears of relief and happiness.