Detailed Pain (Harry Styles FanFic)

Ch. 9 The Castle and Harry

Anna's POV:

After leaving my house, Harry was holding my hand in the backseat. Harry's hands didn't give me butterflies, they didn't make me giddy nor did they make my heart race. Harry's hands were different, they made me feel safe and warm, like nothing bad could ever happen as long as our hands stayed intertwined. He was rambling on about some funny story with him and his friends, but all I could think about was how his hands sent a certain vibration through my fingertips.

"What's wrong?", he asked, "Am I boring you?"
He must have noticed me zoning out into my thoughts about his hands.
"No, no." I chuckled nervously, "I just like your hands." I blushed and hid my face.
Suddenly, the car came to a halt. The windows were so tinted that I couldn't see what was happening outside.
The driver stepped out, and circled the car to open our door.

The car door opened, revealing to me what looked like a dream. A tall, stone castle with glass stained windows. There were strings of lights that hung on both sides of a gravel walk way, they reminded me of stars that came down from the galaxy just to light up our night. I almost wanted to touch them. Sweet jasmine flowers scented the air and rooted their vines on the stone walls that guarded the marvelous mansion. I was awestruck.

"This way my lady." Harry said, as he offered me his arm and guided me to the black iron front gates.
"Harry, where are we?" I asked, still unable to part my eyes from the scenery.
"We are where we're supposed to be, Anna. I'm with you, here. You're with me. Nothing else should matter where we are, or where we were. Just as long as we're together."
These words made me break my focus on the castle and switch my eyes to Harry, who was already looking at me.
I could do nothing but smile at him.
"You know exactly what to say." I smirked.

The iron gates opened, almost as if it was expecting our arrival. Harry took my hand and we gloated through as if this was our house and we were away on vacation. We traveled up a large staircase to the front doors. It was beautiful. The double doors were all stained glass and had images of hummingbirds and roses with colors of red and yellow.
I thought Harry was going to knock, but instead a butler opened both doors and greeted us with a, "Good evening, Mr. Styles."

Mr. Styles? Hmm...

Harry and I walked through a large front room with two grand stair cases leading up to a second floor, in the middle, hanging from a high ceiling was a gold crystal chandelier. It sparkled more than the stars in the sky. The floor was marble with a white fur carpet rug. Flowers, vases and Victorian paintings decorated the white walls. Harry led me down a step and down a wide hallway to a small back room. It was bigger than my bedroom but smaller than my living room and the walls were painted maroon. It was dim and dark. It was a simple set up, and there was a large window that almost took up an entire wall. A small white table with two matching chairs was in front of the window and it was the only furniture that occupied the room. The seats were covered with red velvet cushions and a red satin cloth was laid across the table with a small candle stick lit in the middle. I've never seen something so organized and romantic.

Harry pulled out my chair and pushed it under my knees so that I was sitting straight with my breasts only a little ways away from the tables surface. The butler came to the door way and Harry politely nodded while holding up two fingers.

I sighed, "I am...electrified." I leaned my face into my palm to stop myself from turning red, "This is beautiful."
I looked out the window to stare at the garden and water fountain. There were little baby angels and cupids that sculpted the fountain, and the water had been frozen due to the sun being gone, so it gave the cupids a certain gloss. Almost as if a magic winter had frozen the angels while they were flying.
"Mr. Styles." The butler excused, while setting down two champagne filled China glasses.
"Thank you, Reginald." Harry said as the butler disappeared. Harry then raised his glass to me, I mirrored him.
"To the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. I am honestly lucky to have you here, and I wouldn't have it any other way, Anna."
I rolled my eyes as our glasses chimed together.

I sipped on my drink as it dripped down my throat like honey.
"So, Harry." I broke the silence, "Who are you really?"
He chuckled, "Oh, you mean why are we in a really big castle having dinner?"
I raised my eyebrow to confirm.
"Well, let's see. This is a rental. I just rented it for tonight until the morning."
"Wait, what?!" I questioned.
"Anna Belle. I'm a professional singer. I'm in a band."
I jolted my chin to the side as if I had missed a piece of his conversation.
"A...a band?" I stuttered.
"Ever heard of a band called 'One Direction'?"
I shook my head 'no'.
"Wow, really?"
"I live in a very small town, Harry. People still think Brittany Spears is big news." I chuckled, "Why didn't you ever tell me you could sing?"
He shrugged and looked away as he took another sip of his champagne.
"Anyway, it doesn't matter. I don't want to make tonight about me, babe."
I grinned and leaned over the table to kiss his cheek.
We then carried on conversations about my family and friends, while the butler brought us a 5 course meal including a sweet chocolate raspberry desert and more champagne.

"Would you like to take a walk with me Anna?" Harry asked, I nodded my head and cooed, "But, of course Mr. Styles."
We walked in the garden, and although it was winter, the most beautiful red and green holly grew in abundance along with winter jasmine and some pine bushes. The bushes were trimmed into coils that seemed to rocket towards the sky. I have never seen anything so beautiful.
Harry took my hand and tugged me into a large glass greenhouse.

"It's much warmer in here." He said as he held my hand, our breath still forming clouds of warmth in the air.
I put my hand over his heart, "No, it's much warmer in here." I stated. Nothing has ever given me the strength to make the first move and kiss someone, but there was just something about Harry that was addictive.
I moved in closer, with one hand still on his chest while the other hand slowly creeped up his arm, and across his shoulder and finally onto his neck. Our hot breath collided as our faces were suddenly centimeters away. His hands moved across my back, making me breathe harder and faster. Harry finally filled the gap between us as our lips pierced through the winter atmosphere and crashed into each other with a force that was rough and soft at the same time. My hand gripped the back of his neck as we danced in our kiss. Everything felt right.

With our lips still attached, Harry effortlessly picked me up and put me on his lap while he sat on a table that was placed in the middle of the greenhouse. My long dress fit so tightly around my ass that it was hard for me to comfortably sit on his lap. Harry could tell I was struggling, so he slid off the table, and gently reached under my dress to push it above my thighs. His warm and rough hands slid further and further up my smooth thighs until he reached my thong. His head was right below my breasts as he slid his hands in between my sticky thighs.
"I feel how hot you are, Anne." His raspy voice whispered.
Harry firmly gripped my ass as he lifted me up and put me back on his lap with my dress pushed up around my thighs. My hips started moving as he went back to kissing my raw lips. Our breath escaped from our noses while our tongues rhythmically played with eachother. He removed his hands from my ass and slithered them up my bare back. Harry's hands were so firm and powerful but they were also delicate and careful. His hands then left my back as he pushed flower pots off of the table onto the ground, making them shatter. The noise made me flinch but reassuringly, Harry replaced his hands onto my bare back, holding me closer than before. He scooted farther onto the table until he was laying down, I followed not wanted to break away from his warm touch. Condensation formed on the windows as we carried on kissing deeply and passionately.
"Anna Belle." Harry moaned as he moved from my lips onto my neck.
"Harry." I moaned back, while grabbing a handful of his curls and pushing his head deeper and deeper into my tender skin.
He bit and sucked on my neck and collar bone. I could feel my soft skin beginning to get bruised from his kisses but I didn't care. I wanted more.

I parted from our heated moment and slid off the table.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Harry asked very concerned.
"Take me to a room, Harry."