1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 42

Warning: mature content. My only warning ever.. sorry!

Hayley POV:

I was still a little tipsy, but I was definitely sober enough to enjoy every second of this moment. Harry's mouth was molding against mine in perfect harmony. His kiss was demanding and hungry. I melted into him and I fought back. I moaned probably way too loud into his mouth and it most likely woke up a couple band members, but I couldn't care less. Harrys hands were up my shirt, trying to touch as much of my body as he could - if he couldn't get enough. My hands were tangled in his hair with no chance of getting out. His hand slipped up back and unhooked my bra with a move that impressed him just as much as it impressed me.
His breath was hot in my mouth as I threw my shirt off along with my bra. His panting mouth started at my neck as he went further down to my breasts. He was biting and sucking hard, my breath hitched and I could feel my body melting.

"Harry," I demanded. These games were too much. "Now."

Harry moaned and just the sound about put me over the edge. He stood up from the bed to take his pants and briefs off.
He was standing on the ground and I stood up on the bed with nothing on but a black lace thong. His eyes bulged at the sight of my bare body.

His own body was also bulging in a place that was much lower than his eyes.

"Take them off, Harry." I sounded a lot more confident than I was, referring to my last pair of undergarments.

He fell to his knees looking up at me.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." He said to himself.

I stepped closer to him and he stood up again. He reached forward with his hands, but I pushed them back toward his body.

"Not with your hands." I bit my lip and smiled innocently at him while he was completely speechless.

His hands cradled the back of my thighs as he leaned forward.

"A damn tease, is what you are." His voice was raspy and deeper than it usually was.

He kissed my hip bone and left kisses all the way down to where the lace started. He bit the fabric hard and grazed my skin.
He was torturing me for torturing him. He was the tease.
He flipped me onto my back and took off the last piece of clothing for good. He was kissing my inner thighs and I was panting his name.

"Harry." I gasped, begging him to stop teasing me.

After finishing off a hickey very high on my inner thigh, he brought his face back up to mine and kissed me hard. Our mouths moved rhythmically as he entered inside me.
I gasped at the contact, and he bit hard down on my lip which caused me to whimper. The sound caused Harry to tense inside me.

I don't know what was in his drink tonight, but the boy was on fire. Everything was so passionate and raw. He had pinned my arms above my head and my back was arching against him. He had to use one of his hands to cover my mouth - keeping me from crying out and waking up the whole damn building.
I rocked against him harder and harder until we both reached out highs.

When we had come down we both sat there panting and staring at the ceiling. About 30 seconds went by before either of us said anything.

"Oh. My. God." I panted.

"God, I'm in trouble." Harry was panting next to me and all I could do was smile.

Little did I know, I was in trouble too.

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I woke up around 9am to the smell of bacon. Although, I wasn't waking up next to anyone, which sucked.

I grabbed the same shirt of Harry's I wore last night and a pair of clean boxers off of his dresser and went into his bathroom. I looked at my body in the mirror and counted three hickeys.
One on my neck, one just to the side of my left nipple, and a huge bruise on my inner thigh that was about the size of my palm.
Harry was no amateur.

I put on his clothes and padded down the stairs.
I felt so good.

I walk into the kitchen and find Harry over the stove.

"What a darling housewife you are." I joked and leaned against the counter.

He turned around and smiled bigger than I've ever seen. He was shirtless, wearing only grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
He was so sexy all the time, I don't know how I could do it.

"You're up early. What happened to the 10 o'clock rule?" His smile didn't faltered and I knew mine didn't either.

"I have an exception for bacon and British men." I stayed leaned against the counter as he turned back to the stove.

"Hayley, you can't come down here wearing my clothes and say stuff like that to me. It ruins a lad like me, ruins." He was flipping bacon now and I was getting giddier by the second.

"Good to know, because that completely rules out what I was just about to say." I smirk at him as he looks over his shoulder at me.

"Stop that." He turns back. "You play dirty. Dirty, dirty, dirty."

He fills two plates with eggs and bacon and we sit down at the table in the back of the kitchen.
We sit across from each other and just stare, smiling like a couple of idiots, occasionally taking bites from our food.

I spot a hickey on his shoulder underneath his 17Black tattoo. One of my personal favorites.

I bite my lip as I admire my work.

"What are you doing to me, Stewart?" He shakes his head, smiling like a goon.

"I could say the same for you, Styles. Tear me out of a club, scold me, apologize, have your way with me, and to top it all of - breakfast. What exactly are you trying to do?" I tease, but I'm genuinely curious to hear his response.

"Don't say that." His smile is gone, but he isn't mad.

"Say what?"

"Have your way with me. That's just cruel. I said it once and I'll say it again - you're a damn tease is what you are."

"What? You saying you didn't like taking my-"

A familiar Irish boy walks right into the middle of our conversation and Harry nearly spits his food out he's laughing so hard. Me on the other hand - am mortified.

"Oh cmon Hayley. Don't stop the story there! It was just gettin' good!" Niall smiles at me and just bathes in my humiliation.

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{AN: I saw the boys on Thursday in San Diego and my PCD hit me hard today. Hence the raunchy chapter. Im sorry. I couldn't help it.
Comment and tell me what you think! Vote too maybe idk.}