5 Years Is Nothing.. --Harry Styles Fanfiction--

Chapter Fourteen- A beautiful moment.

  WARNING: Things kinda get.. erm. Risque? It's not bad. But I really just needed to write it in order to make it all fall into place. ENJOOOY.             .                            

*Harry*

The cold rain hit the ground hard. I pulled my hood up and ran into the rented building that half of our management was waiting in. Once inside a sweep of cold air hit me. It was like jumping into a cold pool after spending minutes in a hot tub. I walked into the first room to my left and sat in the chair at the head of the long table. My hands grasped my hood and pulled it down so it rested on my neck.

"So. You wanted to see me?" I asked in a bland tone.

"Harry. You and your girlfriend." The tall bald man also known as Manny began.

"What about her?" I snapped.

"She's 14.. Correct?"

"No you're off. She's 15." They all stifled a laugh.

"Well. You need to stop seeing her." My fists clenched as they rested on the table infront of me.

"We don't want you to be angry. We're hoping you understand why we're saying this."

"Well guess what. I don't. This is fucking ridiculous. We're just starting to work."

"But you and the rest of the band are supposed to be leaving this town within the next week anyway." He typed away on his computer not even bothering to look up at me. The room was silent.

"I'm not breaking up with Ali."

"Yes you are." He demanded. I stood up quickly my chair tipping over backwords. I stomped over to him. My finger sharply poked him in the chest as I became more and more infuriated.

"You aren't going to control who I date. This is up to me." With every word my voice grew louder. And louder.

"This is complete bullshit. I won't dump her."

"Fine. Then we'll do something ourselves." Everyone's eyes were now on me. It felt as though things were turning black and white. Going in slow motion. Just as I pushed the middle aged man back he fell harder than I expected. He layed on the ground infront of me. Speechless. He looked terrified. I cooled down a bit once I'd realized what I did.

"Don't go near her." With that, I stormed out of the office and back to my car. I sat in the driver's seat and pounded on the steering wheel and shouted in fury. "DAMNIT."

*Ali*

I sat in my room it was flooded with gray coming through the windows. I watched the rain drops slowly race down the glass on my walls and I closed my my eyes for a split second as I rested my open book on my chest. I listened to the rain hit the windows time after time. I felt it. It almost matched my heart beat. I felt completely serene as I layed there in peace. I broke out of my trance when my door opened revealing a completely torn apart looking Harry. His eyes were stained with red. Dried tears coated his cheeks and the rain outside deminished his playful curls that now stuck to his forhead.

"Harry what's wrong?" I got up and stood directly infront of him. His eyes looked frozen as they stared directly ahead at the wall. He didn't blink.

"Harry." I reached for his cold hand. He sniffled and closed his eyes for a second before looking at me.

"I can't lose you, Ali."  Why was he suddenly worried?

"But you won't. Harry where did this come from?"

He shook it off. His mood changed all in two seconds.

"Oh uh. You know just thinking. I just worry myself. You know.. It's nothing to worry about babe." He kissed my forehead. 

He was off. And not just a little bit, I was worried about him. I wasn't sure if someone had just said something to him.

I just wanted to be there for him. I got up on my bed and stood at his level. I wanted to be able to reach him. I wanted to be the taller one. I draped my arms around his neck loosely as I inched closer to his face. We were a centimeter apart when he picked me up and took me into his arms. My legs locked around his waist and he kissed me passionately as he stood holding me up. I knew he wouldn't drop me. He would never drop me. He leaned forward and left me going back onto my unmade bed. He leaned himself over me and continued to pepper kisses all over me. I felt goosebumps rise all over my body. I was speechless. I couldn't even begin to describe how he made me feel. Before I knew it the kiss we were sharing became intense. Deep. Extremely passionate. He stood up for a second removing his hoodie that covered his torso. Leaving him in a black t-shirt that hugged him showing ever muscle he had. And his beautiful tattoos. He came back to me in the same position as before. Regaining the intense moment we were sharing seconds before. Things became more intense. Before I knew it I was helping Harry remove the the shirt he wore that I was admiring just before. And he began to remove the tanktop that covered me.

One thing led to another and before we knew it all articles of clothing were on the floor next to my bed. And Harry and I were inseperable. I'd never done this. It was my first time. And I was scared. There was no denying it. But Harry was gentle. He was caring for me. And I was okay. I closed my eyes as he left kisses lingering all over. This was a beautiful moment. And I couldn't believe it was happening. Our lips were locked together. I couldn't have broken the bond even if I tried. His tongue glided across my bottom lip and eventually found it's way around mine. Harry moved slowly bringing himself into me. He kept moving. And I didn't know what I was feeling. At first it was sharp. It hurt. But it slowly turned into a warm comforting feeling that I didn't want to stop. I never wanted to stop. I wanted to be with him for as a long as I possibly could. I gripped onto his back. And tried my hardest not to let the noises escape me. Harry nuzzled his in face into the crook of my neck as he tensley kissed the senstive skin. A noise escaped me anyway. So much for that. He brought his head up so that his eyes met mine. "Are you okay?" He panted.

"Yeah. Just nervous." I was such an embarrassment. Harry has done this plenty of times and I had no experience what so ever.

"You're doing perfect, babe. Don't over think it." He placed a soft kiss to my lips and rested his forhead to mine.

Before I knew it, Harry had crumbled and and rolled over next to me. Both gasping for air.

I did nothing but stare at the plain ceiling above me. I then felt the warmth of Harry's hand wrap around mine. His fingers lacing inbetween mine. We layed side by side. I knew there was an evident smile on my face. And I couldn't help but notice he looked the same.

*Harry*

I got up out of Ali's bed and slipped my boxers on. She laughed quietly. And I smiled. I turned back and looked at the perfect beautiful girl that layed in the white sheets. They were the only thing covering her. She was glowing. Her brown hair was slightly tousled. It was in waves and it draped over he bare shoulders. I wanted to remember her like this. I crawled back into the double bed. And layed with Ali. Her head turned to me as she played with my fingers and the looked up at me through her lashes.

"Harry. I love you." I heard it come from her. And I knew she meant it.

"I love you so much more than you'll ever know." I kissed her lips softly and brought her to my chest. She fell asleep under my touch as I played with her hair. My phone vibrated on her bedside table. I carefully reached for it not wanting to wake her up.

I opened the new message and nearly stopped breathing when I read the words that were there.

"It's her or the band. You keep her, and you're finished, Harry."

A/N: I actually felt that it was nescessary to write this chapter in order to create the tension that needed to be there. I hope no one found it too racey or offensive in anyway. It wasn't supposed to be. It was meant to represent the love that's there. So I really hope I accomplished that. :)