One Direction One Shots 2

Phone Calls (Harry)

A muffled bell buzzed through the denim covering of your pocket. Slipping it out, you grasp it tightly in your palm, looking at the screen. Call from private. Sliding the arrow to answer, you press the phone up to your eardrum.

"Hello?" You say groggily, just now getting your voice back from sleeping in.

"Babe?" An deep, rugged voice rang with excited.

"Harry?!" You cough, trying to make your voice presentable.

"Is that you?"

"It's me alright." You could almost imagine him beaming through the screen.

"Why are you calling me?" You gasp, remembering what Harry had told me before he left.

"Can't you get a ginormous phone bill from communicating with me in a different country?"

"Who ever said I'm in a different country at this moment?" He chuckled.

"You're back in the states?!" You squeal, jumping up and down. You accidentally bump into the chair side table, knocking over a lamp and sending it tumbling to the ground. It landed with a shatter on the ground, and you cringe at your action.

"Shit, sorry. A lamp just broke."

"Aww, babe. You haven't changed at all. Still so clumsy." He giggled through the speaker.

"And, yes, I'm back in the states. Surprise!"

"Oh my god, Harry! Six months on tour has been too long!" You scream, breathing heavily.

"Where are you now?"

You trudged for your room, flipping on the light switch as you walk in. You glance over at your straight hair, still as silky and soft as ever from yesterday when you touched it up. Grabbing a brush, you combed out any knots in sight. You place your phone down on the table, flipping it to speaker mode. Taking a natural brown shade of eyeshadow, you smear it gently onto just the right places of your eyelid, applying mascara on abruptly afterwards. You smirk at the reflection of your eyelashes curling up, then glanced back at your phone, picking it up once more.

"Harry?" You spoke closely to the phone.

"You still there?" You heard ruffling noises in the background, but didn't question them.

"I'm still here." He chuckled.

"Lads, hold my phone." You heard him whisper farther away from the speaker, so I assumed the rest of the band was with him.

"Are the other boys there?" You flash a toothed smile, even though you knew he wouldn't see.

"Haha, yes they are." He laughed.

"Alright, I've put the phone on speaker. Say hi, boys!"

A group of four voices spoke simultaneously, each mumbling as they spoke, making it hard to understand them.

"Hey boys!" You giggle happily, waving into the phone.

"Anyway (Y/N)," Harry spoke through the speaker.

"Do you want to see me now?" You let out a high-pitched squeal.

"Yes, babe!" You yell.

"Then come to the front door, babe." He whispered.

You gasp heavily, dropping the phone on the table near your bed, and scrambling for the door. You jerk it open, only to come face-to-face with Harry Styles, looking as gorgeous as ever; No hair out of place, his eyes a luscious shade of bright green, his teeth as white as you last saw him. Your eyes tear up as you look him into his eyes, frozen in shock.

"(Y/N)!" He yells, opening his arms to hold you.

"H-Harry!" Tears stream down your face as you attach yourself onto his body, wrapping your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist.

"I missed you so much!" You stutter into his shoulder.

"Baby don't cry!" He grasped your face, wiping a tear away, then stroking your cheek.

"I felt the same way. It was terrible without you babe." He sighs, looking you up and down, biting his lip.

"So terrible."

"Harry Edward Styles, don't you dare try to seduce me in the first five minutes that you're home!" You laugh, slapping him playfully.

"Oh, I'll make sure to do more than that." He winks at you, turning around and waving to the boys.

"Put my phone on the charger, please!" He yells, shutting the door behind him.

The moment the door is closed, he leaps for you, landing on top of your body. Taking his mouth, he sucks on your neck softly, nibbling at your weak spot that makes you melt everytime.

"Harry," You moan quietly, throwing your head back.

"God, that feels amazing!" He continues to kiss your neck, starting to trail down your body. He stops abruptly at the bottom of your stomach, smirking as he looks up at you. Scooping you into his arms, he picks you up, trudging into your room.

"God (Y/N), you've gained some weight." He fakes a pant.

"Shut up." You pout at him, as he smiles again.

"Kidding." He laughs, reaching over to give you a quick peck on the forehead.

"You're beautiful, babe." He opens the door with his one free hand, tossing you onto your bed. Looking behind him, he clicks the handle to lock the door, smirking at you deviously.

"You said your parents aren't home, correct?" He stood near the door, slowly stripping off his shirt and throwing it to the ground.

"Harry, you naughty boy!" You gasp, sucking in a deep breath.

"But yes, my parents aren't home."

You roll your eyes, entertained by how careful Harry is as to not getting caught.

"Perfect." His eyes grew into a darker shade of green, full of lust, something you'd never seen with him before. Harry walks over to you, quickly stripping off your shirt, leaving you in your pink laced push-up bra. Reaching his hands to the back clip, he snaps it off and throws it onto the floor as well.

"God, the things I want to do to you right now, (Y/N)."

He bites his lip as he stares at your breasts before continuing to pleasure you. Taking his tongue, he licks a line down your stomach, starting just in-between your breasts. The cold air instantly hits the saliva, causing you to shiver lightly. He repeats the process while sliding off your shorts and your panties, leaving you completely naked. Slipping a finger near your thigh, you throw your head back once more as he suddenly sticks a finger into you, pumping in and out, giving you instant pleasure.

"Mmm," You moan softly, fondling with your breasts as he fingers you.

"Gosh, Harry." You shut your eyes, imagining the possibilities of what he'd do to you in the next hour or so.

"God, (Y/N). You're so wet." He winks.

"What a powerful effect I have on you."

He sticks in another finger, causing you to moan louder than before, the pleasure increasing deeply. You take a few deep breaths as he pumps in and out, curving his finger to hit a weak spot inside of you every time pushes. Smirking at you, your face turns to confusion as he pulls his fingers out, then quickly replaces then with his mouth, your eyes widening.

"Harry!" You gasp, out of breath, clenching onto the pillow next to you.

"Oh my-" You throw out another moan as he pushes his tongue into you deeper.

"Shit, Harry!" Using one of your free hands, you reach over to the denim pants covering his erection, and began to rub softly. He shuts his eyes, moaning softly while he eats you out. Reaching over to your lower region, using your only free hand left, you rub your finger over your clit.

"Oh my gosh!" You gasp, closing your eyes tightly.

"H-Harry!"

He flicks his tongue over you clit repeatedly, replacing your finger for even more pleasure. You moan loudly, pleased at the feeling vibrations coming from his mouth. He pushes his tongue into you as far as it could go, hitting your g-spot once or twice. You buck your legs towards his face, your whole body useless in his power. He licks rougher, sending waves of pleasure into you endless times.

"F-Fuck." You moan, intertwining your fingers into Harry's curled locks of hair.

"Babe, that feels so good."

He looks up at you, smirking into the kiss. Giving you one last flick of his tongue across your clit, he pulls away, coming up to give you a kiss. Your lips feel like fire, your body both moving at the same time with perfection. You feel his tongue slithering into your mouth, but that just wouldn't due. Your tongue blocks the entrance of your mouth, and grunts disappointingly. Both of your tongues battle, until finally his wins, finding a way into your mouth and exploring it gracefully. He pulls away, biting his lip seductively as he looks at you.

"Are you liking it so far, (Y/N)?" He lightly pecks the weak spot on your neck once.

"Mmm..." You moan in reply.

"I need you, babe."

"I don't know if you deserve it, (Y/N)." He smirks.

"Harry, please!" You beg.

You hear him mutter under his breath softly, then he rams into you with all his force.

"Shit! Fuck! Holy...Oh my god!" You scream as your eyes fly open.

"Oh god (Y/N), you're so tight!" He gasped, pumping in and out of you roughly.

"H-Harry!" You moan as he continuously hits your g-spot over and over.

"Oh my god, oh shit!"

Your hips reflexively shoot forward to meet his; a perfect rhythm between you and Harry. Within a few minutes, your walls tighten around him, and you can feel every inch of his dick inside of you.

"I-I'm close, Harry." You moan, rubbing your clit.

"Me too, babe." He gasps, closing his eyes.

After a few more hits, your putty in his hands. Your toes curl, and you arch your back, screaming out his name in pleasure.

"HARRY!" You yell, breathing heavily as you ride out on your orgasm.

"SHIT, (Y/N)!" He screams, shutting his eyes tighter than ever before. His releases himself into you, feeling his warm cum flow into you slowly.

The room grows silent, except for the heavy breaths of Harry and you, panting deeply. He stays motionless for a moment, then pulls out of you slowly, laying onto his back.

"I-I missed you." You stutter over your pants.

"I felt the same way, babe." He pulls you towards his bare chest, cuddling against his warm body. He reaches over and quickly pecks you on the forehead.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you too, Harry."

You smile as his lips meet your cheek, almost as if a spark could be felt when you two touched. You nodded towards each other, slowly getting up and changing back into regular clothing. Glancing over towards the mirror, you fix your messed up hair, combing out the knots, and re-applying your make-up. You smiled at your now casual looking reflection. The boys would never suspect a thing. You turned around to Harry, who was now fully-dressed, no imperfections in sight. He smirked at you, as you leaned in to kiss him one more time.

"Should we go hang out with the boys for a bit?" He swept his hair away from his face.

"Sure," I smiled.

"Just let me grab my phone." You walk over to the bedside desk, picking up your phone and clicking the power button. Your eyes widened, and your mouth dropped open.

"Harry," You gasp, glancing over to him. He looks over at you, waiting for you to speak again.

"We have a problem."

"What problem?" His eyebrows raised.

"The phone call between you and me is still going." His facial expression stayed casual.

"And-?"

"The boys have your phone." You rub your temples in frustration, glancing down at the ground.

"If the phone call was running the whole time we were in here, they would've been able to listen to us having sex!" His eyes widened.

"M-Maybe they weren't listening?"

We walked out to the tour bus, knocking on the side lightly. Paul opened the door, a cheeky grin growing on his face. Ignoring the gesture we walked inside, only to find Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn plopped down in a circle on the floor, giggling and laughing with Harry's phone in their hands. Louis twisted his head around at the sound of our footsteps. He smirked at Harry, then at you, then back at Harry.

"How about ending your phone calls before you have sex, Hazza?"



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