The Fighter

Chapter Eleven

"Liam I miss you so much, why didn't you call me or text me back," I pull him in for a hug as soon as he opens the door. He must've been surprised by my actions because he doesn't return it.

"Why are you here?" he lifts his eyebrow.

"Because it's not your fault that you-" I'm cut off my a brunette coming out of his room with a blanket wrapped around her. I pull away from him and just stand there staring at her.

"Liam. Who's this? I thought you said you don't have a girlfriend," she stands beside Liam as she stares at me.

"I should go now." I turn and start running towards the highway.

Tears stream down my face. I don't get why I'm upset. We aren't even dating. We don't even know anything about each other. I shouldn't have started to like him. Just when I thought he'd actually like me back. It starts raining, and my vision blurs from the tears. I'm soaking wet and I can't see. Great.

I walk to the nearest coffee shop and take a seat in one of the chairs. I pull out my phone and decide to text Ariana.

"Boo," I hear someone whisper into my hear. I jump and try to hide my scream.

"Dammit Harry I almost died," I laugh, he chuckles and plops beside me on the couch.

"Why are you stalking me?" He teases.

"I'm not stalking you," I look down at my phone.

"Were you crying?" He lifts my face.

"No, it's raining idiot," I lie.

"Your eyes are puffy and your cheeks are red. And you're blaming the rain?" He laughs, "I'll get you some hot chocolate and we can talk," he smiles as he leaves me.

Why couldn't it have been Harry that I met? No Niall, no Liam. Just Harry.

"Here," he smiles as he hands me a cup, "now spill." he sits facing my way, his hands are supporting his head and his legs are crossed. I smile to myself because he looks cute.

After I tell him about Liam I'm in tears. Harry comforts me and holds me as he rocks us back and forwards.

"I'll take you home if you'd like," his words vibrate his chest.

"I want to stay like this," my cheeks blush. I can tell he's smiling.

"If Liam finds out about this he'd kill me," he laughs.

"Why does he even care?"

"He told the boys and I not to talk to you because you're his," me pulls me away so I'm looking at him.

"I'm not his..." I quietly say.

"I don't want to sound weird or anything. But do you want to come to my flat and watch a movie or have a drink? I live alone and it gets kind of boring." He blushes. I can't help but smile.

"Sure, but I don't want to get into your car when I'm wet like this," I gesture towards my clothes.

"Don't worry, when you get to my flat I'll lend you some clothes," I look at him. Is it clothes that girls leave at his house?

"I mean one of my t-shirts," he rolls his eyes playfully. He stands up and takes my hand, then guides me to the exit. He holds the door and we run to the car.

When we get in we burst out laughing.

"Not so bad Styles, i thought you'd run slow," I tease. He playfully frowns at me as he starts the car.

For the rest of the ride, we quietly listen to the radio and he taps his fingers on the wheel to the tune.

"We're here," he pulls up to a big house, I stare at it in awe. "I would lend you my jacket but you're already wet." He laughs as he gets out of the car. I run up behind him as he fiddles with his keys.

"I'll go get you a shirt," he smiles as he leaves me in the lounge. I walk around and analyze everything. How can he live in the big house alone?

"Are you having fun?" Harry chuckles behind me.

"I swear you're trying to kill me," I hold my chest.

He hands me a black shirt. I walk off into the room he came out of and shut the door. I pull off my drenched shirt and pull his over my head. The smell of it makes me want to melt. I decide to take my pants off too since I hate the feeling of wet jeans. The shirt falls to my mid thighs, just enough to cover my small bum.

I exit his room with my clothes clutched to my chest. Harry looks away from the tv and stares at me.

"Sorry, I didn't want to wear wet jeans," my cheeks heat up.

"You have amazing legs," he smirks, not taking his eyes off of me "I'll get you a bag for your clothes." He finally looks away and heads to a closet, pulling out a white bag. I smile at him as I place my clothes in it. He sets it beside the door and goes back to the couch.

"What kind of movies do you like?" he says as he scrolls through channels. I take a seat next to him, since I don't have Liam here telling me to move.

"Lets watch a scary movie," I grin. Harry's eyebrow raises, then he smiles.

"Whatever you say, I'll go get some blankets." He leaves me.

My mind races back to Liam. Who was that girl? Why was she at Liam's house naked? Don't be stupid Vanessa they had sex, why do you even care. Ariana already told you he has sex with every girl, my mind tells me.

Harry comes back with loads of blankets and pillows. He places them beside me and I grab one and wrap myself up. Harry sits back down beside me, I place my head on his shoulder and he seems startled at first, but then he smiles.

"Liam's going to kill me," he bites his lips. That's one of my turn ons.

"Please don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Bite your lip." I say as I turn back to the tv. Harry quietly chuckles and warps his arm around me. I scoot closer towards him.

*Harry's P.O.V*

I'd really love to kiss Nessa, but Liam said she's his.

I look down at her and she's already looking at me. She smiles, looking at my lips then to my eyes. I bend down to kiss her. It starts as a slow, passionate kiss.

She runs her hands through my hair and I can't help but moan in response. She giggles and continues to do it. I push her down onto the couch and hover above her, not separating our lips. I run my hand under her shirt as I cup one of her breast. She gasps and I can't help but laugh. Liam doesn't deserve to pleasure her. He already pleasures tons of other girls.

I gently make circles around her nipple until she moans. I begin to kiss her neck as she unclamps her bra, slowly removing it. She then grabs the bottom of my shirt and drops it down to the floor.

"Fuck Nessa," I whisper causing her to giggle. Her giggles turn me on.

I pull my hand from under her shirt and move her underwear to the side, as I push one finger into her, causing her to whimper. I smirk, knowing I'm the one giving her all this pleasure and Liam never has.

She raises her body up as I push another finger into her, slowly moving them. Damn shes tight. Her eyes flutter and her breathing gets heavy.

I start kissing her again.

"Harry," she moans, "I'm close." I slowly pull my fingers out and lift her legs onto my shoulder, replacing my fingers previous place with my tongue.

"Go ahead baby," I say as I place my tongue into her.

* Vanessa's P.O.V *

I feel heat in my stomach as Harry's tongue dances inside of me. It's an unusual feeling, but it feels good. I reach my climax, as I feel Harry's curls tickling my legs. He hovers back over me, smirking.

That's the first time I've ever done this. And it was amazing. I start to breathe fast as I pull my shirt back down. I decide not to put my bra back on.

I lay on Harry and his fingers make patterns on my back. I start to fall asleep, but I'm interrupted by the door opening. I ignore it, it's probably just Harry going to the bathroom or kitchen.