Harry Styles #1
It seems like everything stops when I look over to the other window only a few feet away from mine, top floor. The new neighbours have a son in my age, “the bad boy” so called. His name is Harry, Harry Styles I think. Only gone to my school for a week and is apparently one of the most popular boys.
As I looked- or more like stared- at the stuff in his room the bedroom door open and in came the boy. He looked down at his phone before looking up to actually take a step for his bed I assumed and turned his gaze to me staring right through his window and he smirked, showing of his pearl white teeth and dimples. What is air? I can’t say he is not good looking… He is a very attractive young man… WAIT HE’S LOOKING AT ME!
I felt my eyes widen as I quickly turned my stare to one of the socks I left on the floor in my room and slowly bent my knees to pick it up.
I heard a tap on my window and snapped my head to the sound. Oh… My…. God….
“what the- -“ I cut myself off as I jogged over to the window and open it as Mr Mc Hottie- I mean Harry snaked his way in.
“Hey” was all he said as he looked around in my room before turning the gaze back to me and giving me that God forbid hot smirk yet again.
“uhm.. I-I’m… uh… Hi?” Smooth (y/n), smooth.
“I’m Harry” He says and sits down on my bed and starts looking through my bras… WAIT WHAT?
“Wha-what are y-you doing?” I asked him as I started to get even more nervous of him being inside of my house.
“Passing time… What about you?” He snaps with a grin on his face and turns back to my bras
“neon… blue… blue lace… black lace… oh hot… pink… pink… pink…. Black… oh my God, I have seen these before, can’t you get anything new?” he said with a glint of amusement in his face features as my eyes widen at his words.
“Wh-what?” I asked as I thought I had heard him wrong
“I. Have. Seen. These. Before. Can’t. You. Get. Anything. New?” He said extremely slow as his “Oh so famous smirk” was back yet again
“B-but… What?” I felt very insecure about my body and it would only get worse if he actually had seen me naked…
“You know you should start closing your blinds before changing your clothes or walk to the other side of your room if you don’t want to be seen…. Wait… Do you want to be seen?” He asked with even more amusement than before
“N-NO!” I accidently shouted at him before covering my mouth with my hands.
“Okay, okay. So-rry!” he says before standing up and closing the window and the blinds and making his way over to where I am standing. With each step he took forward, I took one step back and soon enough my back hits the wall behind me and he comes up right in front of me.
He bends down to my face level and whisper in my ear;
“This could be fun” before picking me up and throwing me on the bed before straddling me with each of his legs on either side of me. I yelp before trying to wiggle free from his grasp but it was no use… I was stuck with a hot guy on my belly clearly looking forward to sleep with me…
No, I’m not a virgin but the thought of me having sex with him just creeps me out but it feels right. He smashes his lips to mine, kind of shocking me before I actually reacted to the kiss and kissed him back. A moan came from his mouth as I did a happy dance in my head.
“No- one- has- ever- made- me- moan- be- cause- of- a- kiss- be- fore” he said as he trailed kissed down my neck and stopped by my collarbone and started sucking on it, making me moan.
“Shuddup” I said as I flipped us over and took control of the situation. I ripped his shirt off and fiddled with his belt. He took my hands off and took off his belt him self along with his pants. He tugged at my shirt before throwing it somewhere in my room and unhooked my bra which made me whimper and pull away.
“C’mon? You’re beautiful, I promise!” He smiled at me and my heart literally skipped a beat. He was beautiful…
“re-really?” I asked and felt like a small child in a few seconds before going back to normal and kissed him before he could answer.
Moments later we are both naked and I snaked my hand around his shaft making him moan and throwing his head back in pleasure as I moved my hand up and down. Few minutes later he came in my hand and I dried it off on a napkin I had on my bedside table before turning my head towards him again.
He flipped us over again so he was on top and dipped his tip at my entrance before slamming into me making me scream out in pleasure and pain before whispering “harder”.
*
He looked down at me as we lied in my covers of my bed and kissed my forehead.
“I… I think I like you (y/n), I’m sorry I’m asking you after this but I couldn’t help myself… Will you go out with me?” He said and for the first time I saw him worried and scared… Was it because of what I might answer?
“nah…” I said and looked up at him and saw his pained eyes
“Oh…” he looked down to his fingers as he fiddled with the covers.
“I’m kidding, Of course I’d go out with you!” I said before kissing him.
