a stirring invitation: (dear Harry Styles)

mine.

We made out in the car. We finished an entire bottle of champagne. We laughed and both felt the enormous amount of sexual tension on the way back to the bungalow. Fortunately, the crowd had either dispersed or been moved, so it was a smooth transition through the gate.

"What shall we do first?" his accent was tantalizing.

"Hot tub?" I answered quickly.

"No clothes," it wasn't a question.

My hand hid the smile that plastered my face as we walked to the backyard. He pulled off his boots then unbuckled his belt. Obviously, I had less clothes so I paused to watch him undress. He was god like - the reflection from water ripples made his body shimmer.

"You comin'?" he smirked before climbing into the warm water.

I stepped out of my shoes and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to my ankles. The water felt heavenly on my body - I hadn't notice the chill in the November air. He moved closer to me; his lips grazed my shoulder blade.

"It's a bummer we only have one more day together," I sighed.

"We will make it count," he winked at me and continued kissing up my neck.

"How so?" my voice lowered, my eyes closed.

"Well, I plan to kiss all over your body," he whispered between kisses. "And put my hands right here...."

My body bucked gently as his fingers made circles high up on my thighs.

"And here," his fingers rubbed the bundle of swollen nerves between my legs.

I moaned softly - wanting more.

"And then here," his tongue moved my nipple between his lips.

"That's - not - your hands," I panted.

He chuckled and rubbed harder between my legs.

"That feels so good, Harry," I groaned, reaching my hand out to grip his hard length.

A hiss passed through his clenched teeth.

Suddenly, his phone began to vibrate on the table. My brows furrowed as he paused only for a moment.

"Voicemail will answer," he'd noticed my frustration.

We continued our play, but by the fifth call, Harry grunted and climbed out to answer.

"Better be important, mate," he scolded the caller.

The air chilled my body as I exited the spa.

"Cassidy? Calum left you at the club?"

"Are you kidding me?" I asked aloud quietly.

"I will have my driver get you and-"

I looked at his face.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," he said calmly.

I watched as he grew irritated. He inhaled slowly, closed his eyes, then calmly answered her.

"Then I suppose I will be over to escort you back to your hotel."

I was furious. Who did she think she was??

"I'm so sorry, Mona," he dressed himself quickly. "I will be back as soon as I can."

"Sure," I said, looking at my empty glass as though it was way more interesting.

"I know you aren't a fan of hers, but she's scared," he explained.

"Scared? Of what?" I scoffed.

"The paps and fans know she was with us and they might try to follow her."

I rolled my eyes.

"Why can't one of the other guys go get her?"

"I'm not sure, but she has Calum's phone, so I assume he's left with them," he answered buckling his belt.

"Alright," I gave in. I had no fight in me, Harry was a gentleman and I knew it would bother him to stay win me knowing she was a wreck.

"I will be back soon," he kissed my cheek before he hurried into the house.

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Harry had been gone for an hour. I finished off the bottle of rum. I drunk texted Louis, Liam, Zayn, Niall and Kim. I grew more and more irritated by the minute. It was my birthday and I was drinking alone on a private beach.

My phone buzzed in my lap. A text from Harry.

You should've backed off. Now you're going to spend the rest of your birthday alone. ;)

"What the fuck?" I blurted before realizing Cassidy had his phone.

I slowly stood and staggered my way to the bungalow. Once I turned my phone off, I grabbed a glass of water and made my way to the shower.

The hot water felt good on my sad body. The teasing from Harry - while not necessarily his fault, had done a number on my heart, mind and body.

"Bloody hell," I grumbled as the water turned cold. "Netflix it is."

I pulled on my favorite pair of pajamas - pink fleece with puppies all over and a white tank top. My glasses were still packed as I hadn't needed them. I strolled to the kitchen with my head held high and fixed myself a bag of popcorn.

My vision was still slightly blurry from drinking but I was succeeding in keeping myself distracted. I refused to look at my phone or watch any Harry Styles film - and I was pissed that he had ruined that for me too.

I must've fallen asleep because the sound of my popcorn bowl hitting the floor woke me. It was after 3 a.m. and I was still alone in the vacation home.

I yawned and stretched, then cleaned up some of the mess before deciding to just wait until morning. I wasn't sure I would be able to sleep, but I went to my room and locked the door - just in case.

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AN: WTF Harry??