The Way (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 20

Harry places small wet kisses across my neck and jaw leaving my speechless. I run my fingers along the nape of his neck and I feel a small shiver run down his spine.

"Harry..." I moan but instead of answering he places his lips on mine, stopping the words.

He slips his tongue into my mouth and I can once again taste the mint on his lips. I try pushing my legs together to relieve the tension but Harry's body is still placed in between them, and I can feel his erection against my stomach.

"Are you sure?" He murmurs into my mouth.

"Yes. Harry. Just, please." I beg.

He pushes himself up off the bed and sits back on his legs. Taking the bottom of my shirt into his hands he pulls it up and over my head, leaving me in only my maroon bra.

"Fuck." He mutters racking his eyes up and down my torso.

Harry leans down and runs his tongue along the edge of my breast spilling out of my bra.

"Leave it on." He says sitting up, once again leaving me reeling from his touch.

This time he runs his fingers along the edge of my jeans, stopping when he reaches the silver button. He quickly pops the button open and slides the zipper down before moving from between my legs.

Harry lays beside me on the bed pulling my jeans slowly down my legs, stopping for me to lift my hips and then continuing. He throws the jeans to the side of the bed so they now lay across the floor with the laptop. When he turns back to me his eyes are dark, and his facial expression is giving nothing away. He leans down on his elbow, so his mouth is now at my ear.

"You make me so hard, baby." He says and I let out a slight squeal from his words. Never has anyone talked to me like that. And fuck if it doesn't turn me on.

He places small kisses against the edge of my mouth while he slips his finger into my panties. The contact of his cold fingers against my hot skin makes me squirm, pushing my hips more into his touch. He rub circles against me and I moan loudly now, causing Harry to forcefully push his lips onto mine.

He starts to push his fingers harder now, quickening his pace. My loud breathing is now the only thing keeping the room from silence.

"You're so wet, Alex. This won't last long." He whispers into my ear, and I almost combust into a million pieces.

Without my permission Harry slips one finger inside of me, making me cry out in pain. My insides sting and I quickly want him to remove it. I wince as his finger moves farther inside of me.

"Oh shit Alex. Sorry. I forgot." He says now stopping his fingers from movement.

Forgot what? That I'm a virgin?

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispers hastily.

"Just give me a minute." I say rushing the words.

For a while I don't say or do anything, just letting the feeling resonate through my body. When I finally feel myself become accustomed to the strange feeling I nod at him, telling him he can start again.

Harry's finger now starts to move in and out of me and I no longer feel the sting or pain from his actions.

My hips start to meet his hand touch for touch, and the pleasure from this small movement is indescribable.

Harry moves his mouth from mine down to my neck, sucking the skin as he goes, and I know I'm going to have marks of his actions tomorrow.

Harry's rough fingers continue to quicken against me, and I'm not sure how much more I can take.

My body continues to rise higher as my breathing increases. Every nerve in my body is on edge, and my skin feels like it could be on fire.

Harry brings his mouth down to my chest and places small wet kisses between my breasts. I can no longer keep the moans inside, and they tumble from my mouth freely.

The pleasure between my legs is now almost unbearable and I fist the bed sheets in my hand, trying to find relief.

"Relax, Alex. Come for me." Harry breathes against my skin.

I can feel my body unravel beneath him, and his words were all I needed to find my release.

My eyes flutter close as I come loudly, and intensely under his touch.

Harry removes his fingers from inside me and places one last kiss on my forehead before falling on the bed beside me.

"Fuck." I breathlessly speak, as I come down from my high.

"I told you it wouldn't last long." He smirks at me and I roll my eyes.

Harry lays quietly on the bed, waiting for my breathing to slow. When I finally come back to reality I realize I'm still laying ontop of the covers. I reach behind my back and pull them down towards my legs so I can slip inside. Harry notices what I'm doing and follows.

I suddenly feel really shy wearing only my bra and panties, and the tension between us is almost...awkward.

I stay silent for a couple more minutes untill I look at the clock on the bed side table. It's says it's only 4:32.

I can't find words to say so I turn on my side facing away from Harry, looking at his vast room.

"Umm...Alex, are you okay?" He asks in a worried tone.

I turn back around to face him and his expression leaves him looking very confused.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know. You just- you're kind of acting wierd." He says moving a piece of hair from my face and placing it behind my ear.

He's right, though. I am acting wierd. I feel wierd.

I feel...guilty.

"No. I'm fine." I lie.

I don't know what is wrong with me. I asked him to touch me. Hell. I practically begged.

Harry stills looks puzzled but eventually his face softens.

"I have to go down to the lobby and sign some paper work for the new lease. Do you want to come with me, or just stay in here?" He asks me removing himself from under the covers.

"I'll just wait here." I tell him and he nods.

He presses his lips once more to my forehead before exiting the room.

When the elevator doors shut I decide to get up from the warm confines of the bed and put my clothes back on.

My jeans are thrown ontop of the laptop along with my sweater. I slip both back on before walking over to my purse and retrieving my phone. There are no new text messages and I'm surprised that Jamie hasn't tried to contact me.

I throw my phone down onto the bed and lay down beside it, resting my head on the large pillow.

I don't realize I'm drifting off into sleep untill a loud noise jolts me awake. I look at my phone beside my head thinking it was a text message but there are no new notifications. When I hear the ringing sound again I realize it's coming for Harry's phone on the bedside table. He must have left it here on accident.

I know it's wrong to look at his phone but I can't help it. Before I know what I'm doing I walk over to the small table and glance down at the bright screen. There are two new text messages.

Hannah:

Make me feel good. Xxx

Hannah:

And I'm not begging this time.