Fate [a Harry Styles fanfic]

Chapter 24

A/N: I wrote this chapter with Rita Ora's 'Body On Me' on repeat. I'm so obsessed with this song.

Oh and...

Steamy chapter ;)

Enjoy!

His lips are attached to mine on the same second.

This has been happening too much lately. And I can't seem to learn. I crave him so much that I feel like I've know him for so long. Harry presence makes me weak, on a good way, on a new way. I've never felt so infatuated, so drowned on his presence.

And I know the same is happening to him.

Harry turns me around, and lays me down on the couch, his body over mine. His hands travel all the way down my body, landing on my hips. His mouth doesn't let me rest.

I start to unbutton his shirt and his breathing hitches.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" His voice is raspy and even slower than usual. His eyes are the darkest green ever.

I respond kissing him harder than before and he manages to take off his shirt.

"Melissa, I-I never..." He mouths when his lips found my neck.

"What?" All of me is sweating, like I'm the closest to the sun as possible.

"I've never done any of this."

I stop and manage to make him look me straight into the eyes. "You're not saying that... Harry, are you still a virgin?" He must be kidding me. My eyes must be popping out of my face.

He fights a laugh and then burst into laughter. "No, but you should've seen your face."

"Asshole." I roll my eyes and his hands hold me tighter.

"I'll show you what this asshole can do."

In one quick movement, my dress is off.

Here we go.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." My eyes close shut as his mouth finds my neck again, this time not stopping there. Faster than my eyes can keep up, my bra is off, and Harry leans on to kiss my breasts, one at a time, gripping the niples between his teeth. The result is a guttural moan.

"I'd make you come just by doing this but I know how eager you are." His mouth keeps its pace down my body, kissing my stomach and reaching the brink of my panties. "And dinner's on the oven. This has to be quick love."

I don't know if its his accent or his dirty thoughts but I feel like steaming, like actual fume would be leaving my body.

It might be a huge and irreversible mistake, but it's stronger than me.

He reaches my panties and with one smooth gesture, they're at the bottom of my feet.

Harry stops for a minute, over looking me. I feel his heart beating near my chest, every beat stronger than the last one. And his eyes, well his eyes, are darker than usual, screaming desire.

"Mia, are you sure?" His voice sounds lower and more dragged. "You can leave, it's okay."

"Harry." I grab his face between my hands, a smooth curl falling alongside his cheek. "I'm here... And I'm not going anywhere." His lips, eager this time, crush mine with such strenght, such need. Harry is needy. Not a like needy of sex or needy of getting laid or something, but needy of someone who stays. Someone who can give him some value, value that people took away from him.

I'm naked, head to toe, and Harry doesn't seem to care. He pulls me off the couch and carries me in his arms.

"Dinner's on the oven, Harry."