You Make It Real (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) {EDITING}

Chapter 4

*WARNING* This is where it begins to get a bit intense and requires the R-rating. It will continue in most of the chapters from this point on, so if you aren't prepared for intimate scenes, don't read any further. Thanks :)

PIPER'S P.O.V.

"Sorry it's a bit of a mess. We only just got here yesterday."

I couldn't help but to laugh at the clothes strewn everywhere. That was one thing already completely different between us. What was I saying? He was a superstar. That was definitely the first difference between me and Harry Styles. Anyway, I wouldn't mind cleaning up after him. Wait, what? You're getting WAY ahead of yourself, Pipe.

"It's not that bad."

I'm sure he could tell that I was lying but it honestly didn't bother my OCD as much as it would if it were someone else's. Well, duh, what was I going to do? Yell at Harry Styles to clean his room? HA.

"Here we can sit here."

He cleared some books off of a loveseat in the far corner of the room, closest to the window, and pulled the coffee table closer to us so we could put our drinks down. I wanted to see what books he had moved but he put them in a suitcase so quickly, I didn't have the chance. So, he reads? Interesting.

HARRY'S P.O.V.

God, why couldn't I have fucking picked up while I was sitting around wondering if she was going to show up? Dammit. Especially the books, I don't want that to be her first impression. I'm pretty sure that non-fiction books weren't the way to a girl's heart. As she sat down, I couldn't help but to admire her chest. It was full and mysterious, being covered in more places than I would have liked. Oh god, you're staring at her breasts! Stop! Can you at least try to make her feel comfortable? Start conversation.

"So, do you guys live in Fort Lauderdale?"

Wow, real creative.

"Umm, no, Orlando, actually. We just wanted to go to the first American show and it wasn't that far, so we just drove down for the weekend."

Orlando, huh? Pretty sure we were going to be there next week. I could see her again. I really wanted to. Well, she isn't going to want to see me again if all  I do is make pathetic small talk and make her uncomfortable. All I wanted to do was kiss her. I couldn't think of something good to say. What would she do if I did? She did come here. That has to say something, right?

PIPER'S P.O.V.

This is kind of awkward. Neither of us has anything to say. All I can do is stare at his tight jeans and protruding bulge. Literally nothing else was going through my mind. If I were brave enough I would just straddle him right then and there and see what happened. Too bad I couldn't even have a conversation with him, much less take control of the situation like that.

It's not like he would push you away. Don't forget what he whispered in your ear at the meet and greet. Plus the fact that he invited you to his hotel room, literally just to be with you. It isn't a party or anything.

HARRY AND PIPER'S P.O.V.

Just, go for it.

PIPER'S P.O.V.

His eyes met mine, open wide and he seemed to be breathing more heavily. His stance changed as he turned his torso toward me, his elbows pushing him away from the back of the couch. I felt like one end of a magnet as I scooted toward him ever so slightly. My body started to shake as his palm found my cheek, the other resting on my upper right thigh. Slowly, he leaned into me, placing his full pink lips on mine which parted the moment he had touched me. I immediately draped my arms over his shoulders and around his neck, my left hand habitually grabbing his hair at which he let out a small moan into my mouth. I strengthened the kiss as his tongue entered my mouth slowly, licking the inside of my upper lip. I felt his arms wrap around my waist before his hands settled on my hips, signaling me to sit up on my knees, which I did without breaking our kiss. He sat back against the couch, feet flat on the floor, as I lifted one leg over his legs, resting lightly into a straddle on his lap. I slowly rolled my hips into his in the rhythm of our kiss, immediately feeling his bulge harden underneath me. I tried not to smirk at the idea of turning Harry Styles on and focused on his wandering hands instead. They raised from my hips to my back, then my shoulders before being placed in between us, on my chest. He gently  massaged my breasts, breaking our kiss for the first time to look at them. He brought his lips to my neck and I moved my head to the side so he could access it more easily. The feeling of his breath on my neck was enough to send me over the edge, therefore his tongue gliding up my neck toward my ear was unbearable. He placed his hands back on my shoulders, sliding my dress straps off of them, kissing the area they left. As my dress fell off of my chest down to my waist, I somehow felt more comfortable than I would have expected. He sensually hovered his lips over my chest while his hands returned to my breasts. He joined our lips together once more in a much more powerful movement, his tongue immediately sliding between my lips, which would not stop quivering. The sensation of it all was overwhelming.