Harry for Brianna (Bree)
I was walking back to the student halls from class.
They were a little ways away from campus, something that had attracted me to study here in London rather then back home in Boston. I was studying criminal justice here, and their programs seemed a lot more challenging then back home.
Since moving I had made only a few friends. One being the boy who lived in the hall opposite mine. My mother would kill me if she knew I was already turning to boys and not my study. And I wasn't that type of girl to get distracted as much as I do by him.
But in all honesty, Harry was the type of boy that distracted every girl he walked passed. I just happened to be the lucky girl who distracted him.
I had been consistent on getting some study done this afternoon. Blowing off Harry's texts and calls, because of the test tomorrow. Little did I factor in that Harry Styles never took no for an answer.
"You should come!" Maddie, or Madison, my best friend here wines at me through the phone.
"I can't Mads, I have to study." I tell her for the millionth time, looking over my notes at my desk.
"Seriously? I never see you these days! You're either studying or with him. Are you sure you're even studying? Or is that just code for something? Is he there with you right now?" She asks and I laugh at how silly she could be.
"No, Madison, Harry isn't here-"
"Speak for yourself." A husked, low voice interrupts from behind me and I jump. Harry.
I turn in my chair to look at him, he's wearing tight skinny black jeans, white chucks and a low neck black t-shirt. My eyes wander to his tattoos peaking out from the top of his shirt. His hair is swept to the side in that hot curly mess I'm desperately fighting to touch. His heart shaped lips pull to the side in a smirk as he catches me checking him out.
"He's there isn't he?!" Madison calls out.
"Um, Maddie, I-I have to go." I tell my best friend, still staring at the British god that's now relaxed himself across my bed.
"Bree, you can't just ditch me for him. Brianna-" I hang up. I'll have to apologise to her later. But I know she wont take it personally. She did the same to me when she was dating her boyfriend.
"Hello love." Harry smirks at me.
"I told you I was studying tonight." I fold my arms.
"I know. And I thought I could help you study." He gets up from my bed and walks over to me at my desk.
"I-I don't think that's a good idea Harry." I stammer as he spins the chair back to face my notes and leans over my shoulder reading them. He's so close and I can smell his intoxicating colon and I'm already a goner. There's no way I'm going to get any study, and I highly doubt Harry has studying on his mind either.
"Hmm, yeah maybe it's not a good idea, I have no clue what your notes are on about." He admits with a concentrated frown. Even his voice gives me butterflies and hot shivers. It's not fair! Tonight was my night for study.
I stop staring at Harry and begin reading over my notes. Harry moves away and I ignore him. I'm half way through a paragraph when I feel his plump lips on my neck. Here we go, this is exactly what I meant by that I wasn't going to get any study. I move my head to the side as he continues to kiss at my skin. But I concentrate on the words in front of me, that now seem to be merging into one big blob of words as Harry's tongue lightly licks over the spot he kisses.
"Harry, please, I need to study." I protest but deep down I know, and he knows that I don't want him to stop.
"Tell me to leave and I'll leave." Harry murmurs against my neck, his teeth graze over the soft skin to conflict me further. "Just tell me to leave, Bree. If you want me to leave, I'll go." He chuckles at my silence. His large hands find my sides and my eyes flutter closed.
"I take it you want me to stay." He chuckles and peppers kisses down my neck and along my shoulder. His hands grip my sides tighter as he lifts me up out of my seat. I gasp as he presses my back against front momentarily, before spinning me around. I laugh and his hands cup my face.
"You're so beautiful, Brianna." He smiles down at me before pressing his full heart shaped lips against mine. Molding over mine in the familiar way that makes my heart skip a few beats. I tangle my fingers through his unruly curls and he moans gently into my mouth at my touch. His hands rub down my back and rest on my bum, steadily gripping it which causes my cheeks to redden. Harry wasn't shy in showing his affections, nor was he shy when it came to touching me. I on the other hand, shook every time I tried to move things along. Like now, my hands are uncontrollable as I tug at the low collar of his t-shirt. But thankfully Harry slips it up over his head and drops it on the floor. I smile at his perfectly tanned and toned torso. Printed with rugged but tasteful black ink. I smirk, running a finger down his chest to his abs. A shiver running through him as I do. I plant a kiss on his chest and his fingers travel just under my shirt. Running over the sensitive skin of my stomach. His cheeky grin appears as he notices the way my eyes widen.
"Did you want to..." He asks, low.
"I can't. Not tonight. I really do have to study, I have a test and work tomorrow." I complain.
"Ok, I understand. I guess we could just...kiss?" He asks and I giggle. I stretch up on my toes and plant a soft kiss on his dimple.
"On the lips?" He requests. And I plaster a kiss on his lips. I pull back and he's frowning.
"What?" I ask.
"Are you sure you need to study? It's just not fair, Bree." He sounds like a child and I laugh.
"Yes, I have to study. Life's like that sometimes, unfair." I turn away from his half nakedness but his arms encircle my waist.
"Not so fast baby girl." He lifts me up and I scream with laughter.
"Harry put me down." I protest.
"I don't take no for an answer. I want you. And I want you now." He exclaims, dragging me to my bed.
"Harry! Noooo!" I wine.
"Harry yes!" He laughs.
He drops me on my soft bed and climbs on top of me. His bared torso is above me and my heart leaps. Harry begins kissing me neck again, his crotch heavily pressed to mine and I give up the fight.
I guess I'm failing my test tomorrow.
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-By Ellie
