One Direction One Shots 2

Fake (Harry)

“That…was…incredible.”  His breath slowly going back to its regular pace, his lips grazing your cheek as he pulled himself out of you.  You felt his arm slip over your side and a pang of guilt hit you like a wall of bricks.  “Yeah, I…I need some air.  Be right back, alright?”  You felt him nod and loosen his hold, letting you slip out from between the sheets.

You grabbed your phone, cigarettes - your guilty, and very secret, habit - and a thin, silk robe from the closet and wrapped it around yourself tightly, stepping out into the cold early morning air on your balcony.  You lit up, hoping the smoke would help you loosen up and get your head back to normal.  You dialed your best friend slowly, feeling more and more guilty with every moment you spent outside, with him laying in your bed just beyond the doors.

She picked up after the third ring, her voice thick with sleep and confusion. “(Y/N)?  What is it?”  You smiled just hearing the familiarity.  “Hey, sorry to wake you, but I really could use your help right now.  Come over?”  You heard her sigh at the other end of the line.  “Be there in ten.”

You hung up quickly and threw down your cigarette, stamping out the glowing embers and taking another moment outside to rinse yourself of the smell. After another second of preparation, you stepped back inside to face him. You could tell he had fallen asleep by the slow, rhythmic way his strong chest rose and fell underneath the blankets.  You noticed, not for the first time, the sheer beauty of his body, his features, his everything.  The peacefulness of his sleeping form drew you towards him, made you want to reach out and stroke him gently, whispering little things in his ear while he held you.  But you knew it was time.

“Babe.”  You whispered, crawling towards him on the bed and running your fingers down his face.  His eyes opened slightly, glistening with exhaustion and the rising sun.  But you saw something else in them too.  Love.  “Babe I’m sorry to do this to you, but I just remembered I’ve got something to do this morning and I need the apartment to myself for a little while.  Come back in a few hours maybe?”

The line of his brow crumpled slightly, whether it was from confusion or suspicion, you couldn’t tell.  He nodded slowly and got up, pulling his clothes back on as he spoke.  “I’ll go home and shower.  See you in a few hours, love.”  He kissed your lips softly and left you alone with your thoughts.

Luckily only a few minutes passed before your best friend arrived, bringing coffee and snacks with her.  “Figured you could use some.  Didn’t know how long this would take and I know you’ve probably been up since yesterday. Harry left?”  You nodded at her.  “For a few hours.  I told him to come back later.  I just needed a friend to talk to.  I think…I think something might be wrong.”

You sat her down with you on the couch and took the coffee without protest. “What do you mean something’s wrong, (Y/N)?  Are you ok?”  Her concern made you smile a little.  “No I’m fine I mean…it’s just that in the bedroom, I…well you know when…when you’re doing things, you…”  A laugh burst from her lips.  “Yes, I know, ok.  What about it?”  You looked down at your lap unhappily.  “I faked it.”

“You WHAT?”

“I faked it!”

“Why on earth did you have to fake it?  There is nothing wrong with Harry, he’s what nearly every girl in the world wants in a man!”

“I know, believe me I know, I just…there’s no magic.  No fire, no passion, there’s just SOMETHING missing that we used to have and now it’s just gone!”

“Do you still love him?”

“Yes of course, I just have to fake, you know, IT.”

“How many times have you faked it then?”

You hesitated for a moment.  “I think…I think the past four or so times?”

“Four.”  Another voice came from the other side of the room, this one decidedly male and very clearly upset.  You turned around slowly, reading every second until you meet his eyes…Harry.  Your best friend stood up and with a quick hug for you and a nod to Harry, left.  Harry watched her go and then turned his gaze back to you, burning a hole in your chest.

“Four times.  FOUR.times.  And you don’t even have the decency to tell me.”
“Harry what are you doing here?”

“I was worried about you.  I thought maybe something was wrong.  I thought maybe when you kicked me out it was because you were expecting someone else.  Well imagine my relief when I see it’s only (Y/BF/N) and that you’re not cheating on me until I hear…this?”  His voice shook with pain and something deeper, closer to anger than you would have expected.

“Look, it’s not that big of a deal, alright?  So I faked it a few times.  It’s not my fault I couldn’t-”  Harry cut you off sharply before you could finish the thought. “Couldn’t WHAT exactly?  Get off?  So it’s my fault then.  Of course it is, isn’t it always my fault?”

“Harry, please, I didn’t say that!  I just meant that I-”

“You WHAT (Y/N)?  PLEASE, go on and speak up!”

“WELL I WOULD IF YOU’D GIVE ME THE FUCKING CHANCE!”  Harry took a step back, putting as much distance between himself and you as the walls would allow.  He dropped his eyes down to the floor.  You felt the guilt bubbling up again, thinking you had really hurt him.  “Harry…”  You whispered pleadingly.

Harry looked up slowly, more slowly than you could have thought possible, until his iron emerald gaze was balanced with your own.  He advanced towards you, in long, slow, confident strides, keeping his gaze locked with yours the whole time.  You took a deep breath.  “I think I need some air.”  You reached behind you to grab the door handle and go for a smoke but Harry’s hands were there first, keeping the door locked with you pushed against it, his arms on either side of your head, his hard, cold eyes not moving from your own.

“I know what you do out there.  Don’t you even fucking think about smoking when we’re having a fight.  Don’t you even fucking think about running from this.  You can’t even say what’s bothering you.  You’re a coward.”  You could feel each word pressing into you like knives, not quick and sharp, but slowly entering your skin and twisting with each syllable.  “Go on, say whatever you like.”  He spit out each word through gritted teeth and you watched for a moment as his jaw clenched and unclenched, fear and desire taking over your body at the same time.

Paralyzed between his strong biceps, your only choice was to meet his metallic gaze and do as he said.  “I may be a coward, but you don’t know how to please a woman.  In fact, you’re more focused on yourself than anything else, which is surprising considering the amount of experience you must have had.  Your narcissism is a turn-off, and maybe if you actually knew what a real orgasm sounded like and how to give someone one, we wouldn’t have this problem in the first place.”

You surprised yourself at the coldness of your voice, but Harry looked almost proud, and still completely livid.  “Believe me, I KNOW what a real orgasm sounds like.”  You smiled evilly, taking the challenge immediately and throwing your head back with eyes closed.  “OH HARRY YES!  YES OH GOD BABY YEAH, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT OHHHHH YEEAAAHHH OH BABY YOU’RE SOO BIG FUCK ME HARDER YES OHH OHHHH FUCK HARRY YOU’RE AMAZING!”

When you had “finished” you let your eyes meet his again, a smirk playing across your mouth.  He licked his lips and pressed further into you, letting you feel what you had done to him just by listening to you.  “You fucking planned this didn’t you, Styles?”  You groaned, grinding your hips against his and pulling him in as close as he could physically be.

He let his lips trail harshly over your neck, sucking and biting as they moved. You drew in a gasping breath and he leaned in to whisper, slowly, seductively, and very, very darkly, “This time I’ll make it real.”

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