The Boy Next Door (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

"Okay." He whispers seductively. "Lay here." He gestures for me to lay on the edge of the bed. I nod and do what he tells me. My yearning for him was beyond anything before. I needed him. He kneels in front of me.

"Are you ready?" He asks me, the deep color of his eyes carry lust.

I nod.

"No. Tell me if you're ready."

"Harry. I'm ready. Please."

He smiles at the way that I need to feel his touch. "Okay. Spread your legs baby."

I oblige. He pulls down my panties and I throw my head back, closing my eyes. I feel his hot breath against me. He begins and I moan uncontrollably. This felt so foreign, feeling his tongue against me. It was so overwhelming. He found my most sensitive spot and began his gentle movements there. He flicked his tongue back and forth.

"Oh my god Harry." I whimper. I grab onto his hair, tugging a bit. I earn a groan from him and the vibrations et shot through me. I've never felt anything like this before. His motions became faster and it kept getting harder and harder to breathe. My chest moved up and down harshly. I got the feeling in the pit of my stomach and my legs stiffened.

"I'm c-close." I barely get out. With my words, he begins to move faster and I don't know how much more I can take.

"Harry." I cry out. With one last movement, I come undone. He brings his head from in between my legs up to my lips and leaves a soft kiss. I slide my panties back up and stand, trying to catch my breath.

"Oh my god." I whisper as Harry pulls me close to him by my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his chest.

"How was that?" He smirks.

"Amazing."

"Anytime." He whispers in my ear. I kiss his lips and pick up my clothes, slipping them over my body.

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The movie played on the screen. I decided since it was a very boring part, I would go to the bathroom, being that I was on the verge of pissing my pants. I got up from the seat and Harry grabbed my arm.

"Where are you going?" He whispered.

"The bathroom."

"I'll go with you." It was more of a demand than an offer.

"No you won't. I'm fine."

"It wasn't a question."

"Too bad."

"I'm going."

"Harry."

He lets go of my arm. "Fine. But if you're not back by five minutes, Im coming to find you."

I roll my eyes and make my way to the bathroom. I finish and wash my hands, walking out of the bathroom. Once I make it into the hallway, I catch the eye of a group of college boys. They look to be a group of frat boys. Their preppy clothes and expensive labels partially answer my suspicion. One of them begins to approach me and I start to walk faster.

"Where you going baby?" He traps me on the wall. His words make me sick. Only Harry is allowed to call me that.

"I don't think that concerns you." I snap.

"Oh. We have a feisty one guys." He says to his friends to taunt me.

"I have a boyfriend."

"So? Who says you can't have a little fun with us?"

"I do." I hear Harry's voice. He grabs the frat boy and shoves him against the wall. "Touch her again and I will bang your head right off this fucking wall, do you understand?"

"You wouldn't actually do that." One of the other college students says from behind Harry.

"Really?" Harry punches the guy in the jaw so his head hits the wall behind him. I wince. He was scaring me. If I weren't so stubborn, none of this would have happened.

The guy that Harry punched spoke up once again. "Your girlfriend's a slut anyways." I watched the anger build up twice as high in Harry. He punched the guy in the stomach. I couldn't watch anymore. I turned around and ran out of the movie theater. The night air cooled off my burning body. Why did this have to happen? Because of me. It's all because I wouldn't let Harry walk me in the hallway. It's all my fault. I felt the tears roll down my cheeks. What if Harry ever got caught by the cops? What would happen then? He would go to jail. I can't let that happen, but my body's frozen. I can't bring myself to walk back in there.

"Carter!" I hear Harry calling my name. I hastily wipe the tears from my face. He stands in front of me, holding onto my waist.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, his eyes running wild. It's all a mixture of anger, bewilderment, worry, confusion. Everything.

"I-I don't know." I say and he pulls me close it him. I bury my face in his chest.

"You were scaring me Harry." My words are muffled by his shirt. Great. Here comes the tears again.

"I'm so sorry baby. I just wanted to kill him. I'm the only one that's allowed to touch you." He apologizes. "I just lost it." He rubs my back to try to calm me.

"What did you do to him?" I ask.

"Don't worry about it."

I create space between Harry and I. "Harry. Tell me."

"Carter. I said don't worry about it." He tenses.

"If I have to go in there and find out myself, I will. Either tell me or we do this the hard way."

He sighs. "I just punched him a few times. He's hunched over on the floor."

"What if you ever got caught?" I ask him.

He shrugs his shoulders.

"Harry. That's not an answer. What if you got arrested or-"

"Carter. It's fine. As long as I have you." He pulls me closer once again.

"If you ever do get arrested, I'm not visiting you in jail." I partially joke.

He smiles at me. "You know you can't stay away from me."

I roll my eyes and he kisses my lips. "I love you Carter." He says and my heart races.

He loved me. I mean I loved him too. I loved his personality. I loved his smile. I loved the electricity between us when we touch. I love his lips, his eyes, his face. I loved when he laughs and his eyes light up. I loved every little thing about him. I loved Harry.

"I love you Harry."