Complicated

Chapter 12

"We better get dressed before someone comes knocking on the door again." I announce, sad to say it but missing the way his clothes loosely hung on my body.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He admits before unmaking his bed so he covers would be about shoulder height if we were laying under them. He walks to his dresser to pull out boxers. He puts a foot in each hole and slides them up. He walks towards me as I lift my new attire from the floor. I feel a small slap on my butt and jump up. I turn around to see him laughing looking back at my and running to the bed for safety. I run after him laughing, only in a bra and panties.

"Hey!" I jump on the bed to join him as he laughs, closing his eyes completely. "You can't just do that without consequences!" I lick my lips.

"Do your worst" he says with a smile. I take him up in his offer. I dive for his mouth and instantly join my tongue with his. We slowly make our way under the covers as he laughs and I giggle. I pull away before speaking with a shaky voice.

"This is for being dirty." He looks confused until my mouth meets his neck and sucks on the skin covering it. I lead my tongue down and lift my mouth off to blow light cool air on the area. A word leaves his mouth that I cannot fully hear. I bite down slightly to get him to repeat himself.

"God Vic." He bites his lip. I move my body lower, my mouth following. I swirl my tongue over birds and bite softly when I get to their cage. My tongue goes to the butterfly which he had previously told me he wanted just because he found them so interesting and beautiful. I move my lips over each wing as my tongue follows. After I trace both, I keep my tongue out further than my lips. I dart my tongue straight down by the band of his pants and kiss as my hands reach up the sleeves of his boxers. I continue kissing as the bottom of his boxers meet the crease of my arm. My hands reach for him without notice and I hear him grown. I raise my hands up and down, almost massaging him with my fingers. My teeth pull the band to meet the ends of the boxers as they remain bunched my the creases of my arms. My tongue brushes the tip and I hear him beg from over the covers.

"Please Victoria." He begs.

"I told you I would torture you, Mrs. Styles." I say teasing him.

"Please Vic. Please." I have a chance of heart as my mouth takes over him. I hear him gasp and I suck in my cheeks, and suck harder. I go fast up and down swirling my tongue and turning my head with every down and up motion.I go faster until I hear his covered moans fill my ears. I could imagine him watching this from his point of view over the covers, seeing my head go up and down. Once again, I don't know how I came into doing this to him. I feel a hand reach down before he pulls himself slightly out and warm liquid is taken from my mouth and brought to my lips. He takes himself out and strokes a few times before I remove my arms from the sleeves I come crawling up over him. I stop when I am right above his face and my eyes fall into his.

"Now, don't be bad another time or we're going to have to punish you again."

"I might have to be bad if that's the consequence for it." He laughs and I kiss him gently on his lips.

"Now can I please get dressed without anymore distractions?" I announce trying to act like I didn't enjoy this as much as he did.

"But I like distractions." He says, biting his lip. I grab a pillow that was thrown on the floor earlier and throw it at him.

"Well you're distracting me right now." I say as he looks at me with a "what the hell?" look on his face. He laughs at me and mocks.

"Am I?" He licks his lips before biting them again. I slip on the top and run the bed. I jump on top of him and kiss him roughly. I pull on his lip and grind myself against the boxer that I never fully put up so I can completely feel him under me. He moans loudly and I add my tongue, bridge my back, and arch it in one fluid motion. He groans and I give him one more kiss and another undulation of my body before hoping off. He whines and I laugh at him.

"Do you mind getting me another pair of briefs?" He says. "There in that drawer." He adds before pointing to a drawer in the middle of his dresser.

"Sure. Can I grab myself a pair too? The pants are probably going to be too hot." He smiles.

"The less clothes, the better." I roll my eyes and toss him a red pair and take a black pair for myself. The red pair stands out from the neutral colors in the drawer but I think it would look even better with the inked body wrapping inside it. He catches the pair and switches his boxers. He gets up before opening his closet and retrieving a laundry basket. He places the worn black boxers on top and places the basket in it original spot. He reaches in and grabs sheets before closing the closet door.

"Do you want to sleep with sheets?" He says, watching me slips on his boxers. "It might be too much with the covers."

"Sure, thank you." I smile at him.

"Anytime."

I grabs my phone resting on his nightstand. No new messages; only the voicemails from before. I sigh with relief and he catches me before I realize how loud I said it.

"What happened?" He walks over to me.

"Nothing, I'm just happy that Erich didn't text me again." A pinch of sadness sweeps over his face and confusion runs over mine.

"Well it is late." Harry points to the time in the corner and my eyes open wide at the sight of it. 5:15. I look out the window and see that it has a hint of light swirling into it. I realize that the booming from downstairs has stopped and we are in the silence that is only cut off by our voices.

"It's a lot later than I thought it was!...I have school tomorrow!" I frown, wishing to ditch...tonight has really changed my view on a lot of things when I rather stay in a frat house with a guy I just met instead of attending school.

"We'll get you there in the afternoon." He puts emphasis on the afternoon, reminding me that I have late classes.

"Alright." I smile and turn to go around the bed. I crawl onto the other side where I've laid multiple times tonight.

He turns off the light and joins me on the bed. I instantly feel tiredness swoop over me as the darkness fills the room. I face him and put on hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest. His hand moves to my waist to bring me closer to him. I can see his smile with the small amount of light coming through the window. I smile as well and he holds me like this as sleep draws me in closer. My thought-filled head places in the section in his neck cut out for it. The rushes in my head of everything that occurred today calm down as I throw them away. I don't want to be reminded of it. I want to move on from here, with Harry. I just want stay like this and forget everything. I want to just lay here with Harry. My thoughts are interrupted by Harry's sudden words that break the air like a knife.

"I love you." My heart stops. My breath stops and my throat grows dry. I never said it to Erich because I felt it was too much commitment. He said it to me though. I feel like the words are so much easier to be escaped from my mouth as I lay here with Harry. I want commitment with Harry.

"I love you." The words leave my mouth as relief comes in. He plants a kiss on my lips. I feel like all this is happening backwards; sexual action, I love you, are we even going out? It doesn't matter for the moment I'm laying here with him. My mind drifts off as my hand twirls in his hair. I think about me and Harry and how our bodies must look intertwined like this. I kiss the side of his neck before entering a state of sleep. My mind wanders into an area of all things Harry. The tattoos. The kisses. The new experiences. The vodka. The fact that I'm in his bed and boxers. It hits my mind before I fall into my sleep.

I love Harry.