Beautiful Things - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 10

Harry

Amelia's round ass was pressed right to my dick, that was getting harder and harder as she slowly moved her hips. My right hand was grabbing her right tit while the other was totally wrapped around her body. I wanted to feel her entire body, all at once. But as soon as I closed my eyes, even for a split second, all I could see was Jensen fucking Archer leaning onto her and trying to kiss her. 

"Stop." I said. And then, I wished I hadn't said it because the way Amelia looked at me broke my heart.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, her voice small and fragile.

"No!" I said, resting my head against her shoulder. Her hands were resting on her lap, suddenly too shy to even move. "You could never do anything wrong, baby. It's me; I'm not okay today."

"What happened?" She said, turning around on my lap so she could look at me. When I didn't answer, she sighed. "Is it because of Jensen?"

"What were you doing with him in the kitchen anyway?" I asked, way too quickly. It was like the words were just flying out of my mouth, I couldn't control them. 

"Seriously?" She asked, seeming tired all of sudden. She sighed and then looked me in the eyes. "Jensen was just trying to be nice."

"He was trying to kiss you." I almost screamed. Amelia got serious and then got up from my lap. "Wait, Amelia..."

"Harry, please, let's not fight, okay?" She asked, her voice fragile and sweet. "We agreed that we wouldn't be exclusive. We said we could go out and meet other people."

"So, you want to go out with him, is that it?" I asked, a little too nervous, standing up from the bed.

"I didn't say that. But even if I did, you had no right to be mad at me." She said sternly, but her tone was still sweet somehow. "Can we please just forget all this and have fun tonight? Please? I have two really stressful weeks coming up and I just want to unwind. Please."

"Sure, we can do that." I said after a few seconds in silence, sighing. Amelia smiled at me and took a few steps on my direction, hugging me by the waist. I hugged her back and kissed the top of her head. When she stepped away and looked at me, with that beautiful smile of hers playing on her lips, I knew I would do whatever the hell she wanted. "Do you wanna go dance?"

"Yes!" She said, excitedly.

Amelia grabbed my hand, turned around and almost dragged me out of the bedroom. And in that moment, with her round ass squeezed inside those fucking leather pants, I regretted stopping and I wished we could just go back to the room so I could fuck her brains out. But Amelia was right. The exams were about to restart, and she was going to need to focus, so she really needed to have fun. 

The music downstairs was blasting. People were dancing and singing along; there were reds cups all over the floor and our shoes were sticking to it due to spilled drinks. It smelled like sweat and alcohol and hormones. Amelia seemed excited about being in the middle of the crowd. I dragged her to the kitchen first, making her and myself a drink. She took a sip and smiled happily. Then, she held my hand again and dragged me to the middle of the room, where Lisa and Nathan were dancing. 

Lisa grabbed Amelia's hand and they started dancing together. I was a little awkward dancer, especially if dancing alone, but I tried to keep up with the girls and Nathan, who was an exceptional dancer to my surprise. I approached him a little and he nodded.