One Direction One Shots 1

Show You Who You Really Belong To (Harry)

"What the fuck do you think you were doing back there?" Harry yells as we make our way down the hallway of our apartment complex.

"Keep it down," I say quietly, trying to shush him.

"No!" He shouts again. I stop completely, turning and throwing my hand over his mouth.

"Harry Styles; I know I'm not your mother, but you need to shut up. There are people sleeping. Feel free to scream all you want as soon as we're home." Harry yanks my hand from his face, placing his own hands upon my shoulders and pushing me backward until we're against our front door.

"No, you listen to me," he says harshly into my ear. I roll my eyes at his behavior, trying to inch away from him. Harry's hands dig into my arms and I flinch, but I also find myself becoming excited; it's rare Harry's like this. "You'll hear what I have to say to you. And you won't speak during, got it?"

"Whatever," I reply, managing to turn around and unlock the door.

I make it to the kitchen before he pounces on me. Harry slams me into the wall, my back hitting the sheet rock with force. He hitches my legs over his hips, holding me in place. "I said you were going to listen. You're mine, don't you understand? No one else's." He attaches his lips to my neck, sucking harshly, making my stomach turn to instant butterflies.

Harry's hands grip onto my exposed thighs, creating white marks underneath the pressure of his fingers. It hurts slightly, but I feel myself growing more aroused by the second. "You looked so fucking hot tonight, Ellison, but I should have been the only one to enjoy it. But instead, other guys did."

"He hit on me, Harry; not the other way around. I barely left your side all night."

"Doesn't excuse the time you did. When you went and danced with Kate and that guy had his hands all over you? I lost it." His teeth create a trail across my jugular, causing a moan to escape my lips.

"I know you did. You punched him and got us kicked out."

"I didn't even get to dance with you," Harry whines, pushing his hips forward, causing his erection to grind into my crotch. "And I was so hard watching you all night and you had to ruin it."

"I had to?" I exclaim, pulling him back by his hair. "I think you're the one who did that, Mr. I-Can't-Hold-My-Alcohol-And-Temper."

"I'm going to ruin you," he spits, crashing our lips together. He doesn't wait for permission to sneak his tongue into my mouth; he just does it; completely taking control of everything. He grinds his groin against me while our tongues work together; something that's setting me on fire.

Harry sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it away from its twin before he lets it snap back into place. "Going to fuck you so hard, baby. And you're going to be powerless." I groan as his hands find my breasts through the silk of my dress, squeezing them almost painfully.

"These are mine, too." If I wasn't so turned on, I'd laugh at his drunken slurs, but my heartbeat pounding in my ears stopped me from my mouth opening. He continues to hold me against the wall with his hips. Harry's hands slide around to my back, ripping the zipper of my dress down just enough so that he can bunch it around my waist.

Harry pulls back and I can see his face in the dim light from our kitchen. His curls are mussed from my fingers, the curls drooping slightly from the club earlier. His bright jade green eyes are dark from annoyance and lust; but they still shine like no other.

He looks at me for a long moment before his hands cup my ass, squeezing roughly before he walks us to the breakfast table. I'm deposited onto to the wood and I recline, watching as Harry covers my torso with his. His lips kiss across my thin collarbones, his tongue snaking across the warm skin until he reaches the tops of my breasts.