Serenity [h.s]

Constancy

- So weak when you’re around me, cause we’re two little people in this big old world, I can make a living baby you can be my girl.

I don't know what it was about you, but you make my heart beat fast and my lungs collapse and my legs tremble in the best way, and sometimes the word 'love' just doesn't cut it out for what I feel for you. - S

Harry Styles

Her eyes were fixated on me as I mixed the ingredients in the bowl. I couldn't help but let a smirk play on my lips, looking up at her.

She was wearing one of my rolling stones tee shirt and boxers, her hand under her chin, smiling at me. I couldn't help but let my stomach flip a million times and my heart stop beating that split second because holy shit was she incredibly beautiful it hurt to look at her.

She doesn't realize she's the art.

"You're staring," I rasped and continued to whisk the bowl. She smirks and sets her hands on the counter.

"I know, Harold. I like staring at you," my cheeks flush a light pink and I turn around, pouring the mix into the cupcake bowl.

"Is that so?" I hum and put the dirty bowl into the sink, taking the whisk and turning around, putting it against her mouth. Her eyes meet with mine and she licks it, slowly. I feel my length strain against my boxers and I bite my lip, pulling it away from her mouth. I only shake my head.

"You're something worth staring at," she murmurs, and I soon feel a pair of hands on my bare back, my eyes fluttering shut at her fragile soft hands gliding up and down my back.

"I like your skin," she says and I feel her press her a soft kiss on my skin. I grip the counter with my hands and try not to lose my control.

I feel her hands glide to my abdomen, her touch feathery. "I like the way your skin feels on my hands... how it feels like it burns my own flesh." I inhale deeply and turn around, her hands on my chest, my eyes locking with her soft ocean blue eyes; swallowing me whole.

She lets out a shaky breath, my heart pounding against my ribcage.

I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her flush against my body.

"I like how you stare at me," she pauses and presses her lips against my chest. Pulling away, she looks up at me again and I almost loose balance in my knees.

"I like how you try to keep me even though I don't want to be kept. I like.. how you're determined to have me as close to you as possible.. " she looks down at her hands that were on my chest and she bites her lip.

"I like you, in general." She whispers. My lips part and my chest caves in, in the best way possible, a breath escaping my lips.

"You like me?" I ask her, above a whisper. She nods but doesn't look up at me. I tilt her chin up with my finger; her eyes meeting mine.

"How long, Summer?" She blinks her eyes and rubs her hands up and down my flesh sighing.

"Since, er - the day I came here to apologize. I realized I liked you, because.. I felt hurt and jealousy when you were with her and not me," I only shake my head as I press my forehead against hers, my nose nudging hers.

"Hey," I whisper. "You've got me, baby. I'm yours. No one else's,"

"You were hers that day," I shake my head, brushing my lips above hers.

"No, never. Because while she was with me, all I could think about was you," I stop mid sentence, looking up at her eyes. "Summer, it's always been you, since the day I met you, it's been you." She only flutters her eyes closed.

"Bastard," she mutters and connects our lips, her arm locking around my neck pulling me closer, my arms tightly around her.

I part her lips to deepen the kiss, a whimper coming from her throat. I groan and snake my hands under her thighs.

"Jump," I mutter and she does so, wrapping her legs around my hips, hand going through my hair tightening her grip. I hiss as she grindes her hips against my own.

I snake my tongue in her mouth, pushing against her own, my nose under her cheek, her lashes brushing my own cheeks.

"Goddamn, Summer you're going go be the death of me," she smiles against my lips muttering small words.

"Good, I tend to be the only one, Harry." We both hear someone clear their throat and I set Summer down quickly, my cheeks flushing red as I see Hilary in the kitchen with a faint smirk.

"Er- we were just making cupcakes," I mutter while grabbing Summers hand. I see her tinted cheeks and her eyes on the floor. It's as if we were caught doing something we shouldn't have been.

Kind of.

"I see, well since they're still on the counter and you two are... busy, I'll finish them up," she continues to smirk and I smile gratefully.

"Thank you," I tell her and she only nods. I take Summer out of the kitchen and back to my bedroom. I close the door behind us and she lays on the bed, her legs up.

"You know, being caught is quite exciting," I shake my head with a smirk. I pull a white tee from my drawer and put it on myself. I lay beside her, pulling her body on top of my own.

"Aren't you a rebel," I huskily rasp. She grins.

"You know it, Styles," I glide my hands up and down her thighs. I smile softly at her.

"Rebel enough to be my girlfriend?" She curls her lips and looks into my eyes.

"Yeah, rebel enough to be your girlfriend." I grin so widely she starts to laugh. I pull her down and connect our lips in a chaste kiss.

"Finally," I mumble, pulling away.

"You're odd," she says with a grin.

"I'm the odd that got you to like me,"

"What?"

"What?" I mimick. She only shakes her head.

"I gotta call Carter, check on him," I nod.

"Make it quick, we're going for round two."

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This was a cute lil filler I loved it smfucking feelsnskdnfj

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