Good Gone Bad

Chapter 12

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTACT. SKIP TO THE BOTTOM FOR A BRIEF SUMMARY OF THE CHAPTER IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE READING SMUT.

Chapter 12

"You're a butt head!" I shout at him.

His body vibrates from laughter, "Oh so I'm a butt head now. Earlier I was a poopy face. Am I really that ugly?"

I shake my head and leave a trail of kisses along his jaw line, "No."

He lets out a small moan in my name, "You know... Your clothes look better on the floor." I nod and he leans in, locking our lips. That familiar spark is always there. He tugs at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up my torso and over my head.

He pushes me down against the bed and crawls on top of me, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck and down my chest, all the way down my stomach. "Harry."

He just chuckles in response, unbuttoning my pants. As he does this, I slowly pull his shirt off. I take in the beauty of his body, stories written all over. It reminds me of the night of our first date, when he first revealed to me who he was.

We are left in only underwear and I grin. His warm hands travel up my spine and I arch my back, making it easier for him to take it off. His hands finally find my bra, and he unclasps it. Taking in every moment, he slides the straps of my bra down my arms. My nipples quickly harden from the cool air around us and he takes his hands, rubbing smooth circles around them. He gently kisses each breast and I let out a gasp of pleasure.

Placing himself between my legs, he leans down to kiss my lips again. His tongue begs for entrance to my mouth, and I don't even deny it for a second. We battle for dominance, him eventually winning. I smile through the kiss as his hand trails down my side down to the lace of my underwear. He gently places his hand under it, massaging the skin. Lust and pleasure runs through me. He breaks the kiss, which seemed to be never ending, and looks at me as to ask if it's okay to go one.

Unable to speak, I just nod. I feel his index finger enter me, rubbing around slowly against my walls.

It hurts, but it feels way too good at the same time. He takes out his hand just a little, earning a gasp from me. He starts to slip my underwear down when we are interrupted by a scream and, "Oh my god I am so sorry I'll be in the living room. Oh god."

Eleanor.

I quickly pull up my underwear and search the room for my bra, "Where is it Harry?"

He smirks.

"This isn't funny Harry. Where is my bra?" I groan, crossing my arms across my bust to stop Harry's lustful stares.

"Why do you need your bra, love. It wasn't much of an issue just a few minutes ago," he jokes, but I don't laugh.

"Just a few minutes ago was different, my friend wasn't here just a few minutes ago! Now tell me where you threw it."

He sighs and gets up, revealing my bra under him. He was sitting on it. I go to grab it but he snatches it from me. "This is not funny."

Smirking, again, he sends a weird sensation trough my body, "I know. But I would like to put it on you."

I roll my eyes and turn around so he can put it on, "What's with you and always wanting to dress me?"

He sighs, "It lets me know that you are mine. Here, wear my t-shirt. I've got to use the bathroom. Have fun explaining this to Eleanor."

I punch him softly in the shoulder, only earning a laugh from him.

Not surprisingly, his shirt goes to about mid thigh. I walk down the stairs to see not just Eleanor, but Louis, Cassie, Niall, Perrie, Zayn, and Danielle.

I look at them sternly, and every single one of them broke out in obnoxious laughter. "It is not funny!"

Once they finally calm down, Eleanor speaks, "I'm sorry but if you walked in on your friend and some random guy about to do it, you'd laugh too."

I realize she was right, "He's not some random guy. He's Marcel."

Eleanor gasps, "That did not look like Marcel. I mean, he was muscular, tattoos all down his arm. When I screamed he looked to see me, and damn was he hot. Besides, his hair is curly, and Marcel's is gelled and straight."

Louis jumps into the conversation before I have time to speak, "Well then El, why don't you just go fuck him too if you think he's so hot."

She turns and looks him in the eye, "I said he was hot. Nothing compared to you, babe."

I groan, "I told you guys I liked Marcel. Nobody else. Don't believe me? I'll go get him."

Before turning, I see shocked looks on all of their faces, except Zayn, who is more angry than anything. When I do turn, I see Harry and give him a hug, "See. Marcel. Just without the gelled hair and classes."

Zayn gets up from his seat, "His name is Harry."

Confusion spreads through my body, how did he know? Did he really recognize Harry from the news over a year ago?

Harry sighs, "Zayn's right." He looks to me, "Might as well tell them the truth. There's no way we can lie out of this."

So Harry tells them. He tells them almost everything. Leaving out details about me, but he tells them everything else.

When Harry is finished, Zayn nods, "I knew you looked familiar when I spoke with you the other night. Man, you're good with disguises."

What?

"You saw Harry the other night?" I question him.

"Yes. He wanted to know where you were. And he read the note you wrote me." He smirks, kissing Perrie on the cheek.

I sigh, "Oh. Okay. Well why are you guys here anyway?"

Cassie pipes in, "Your mum called mine last night and told her she was leaving you. She wanted my mum to look after you if you needed it. So I told everyone and we came here, hoping to cheer you up. But someone else obviously did the job for you."

I blush, thinking about Harry. Then a thought comes to mind, "My mum said she hid 50,000 pounds somewhere in the house. I know it's going to be hard to do myself, so do you guys want to help me find it? Like a scavenger hunt? I'll give you each 500 for helping me."

They all smile and nod, before we all roam the house to find the money.

For how judgmental my friends are, I'm surprised they accepted Harry so easily.

SUMMARY:

Harry and Gabby have a heated make out session, leading to fingering, and they almost do "it". But Eleanor walks in on them right as Harry is pulling down her underwear. When Gabby confronts Eleanor in her living room, everyone is there. And Zayn immediately recognizes Harry, so Harry spills and tells them everything. They understand what he did was for the better. Gabby remembers the 50,000 pounds her mum hid somewhere in the house, so they all decide to go on a scavenger hunt around the house to find it. She also says she'll give 500 pounds to each of her friends.

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