The Morning After: A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 22

Avery's POV:

My heart sinks into my stomach at the sound of the line going dead. He's coming. I don't know what to expect of him. It's late into the night and he didn't seem in a very good mood when I called him back after hanging up. He tried to hide it but I could hear the anger behind his voice. My chest feels as if its closing in on itself and abundant breaths of nervousness take over.

"He's coming."

"What?"

"Collin Harry's coming. As soon as I mentioned your name the line went dead."

Collin runs his hands through his hair and quickly runs over to the corner where I threw down my clothes.

"Here. Put your clothes back on we haven't got much time."

I grab the my clothes from Collins hands and swiftly put them back on. I run across the wood floor and into Collin's bathroom to fix my hair. I take a closer look in the mirror. You could totally tell I'd been drinking.

"Shit."

I let out a breath and flip my hair. After I'm done I grab my phone and walk out of Collin's room and run down the stairs and begin to walk to the closet where my coat was hung when I hear the sound of a car door slam.

I hear Collin run down the stairs and run past me.

"He got here quicker than I thought."

In panic, I put my jacket on and run to the front door trying to beat Harry to it. In his mind I know he'll want to beat the living shit out of Collin for bringing me here. I open the front door and shut it behind me.

"Look. Harry before you-"

"Get in the car."

I give no response, not wanting to make the situation any worse. His eyes are as black as the ground I walk on. I can see right through him. His thoughts are written in his rayless eyes and its shown in the carelessness of his body language.

As i'm sat in the passenger seat, I refuse to look at him. I didn't do anything wrong but yet a load of guilt stirs in my stomach at the thought of what's to come. He starts up the car and pulls out of the driveway starting on the main road. The silence is cutting at my skin. The feeling of guilt can feel no worse than the thoughts that you make in your mind.

After a short, silent car ride, we arrive at Harry's house. He unbuckles his seat belt and steps out of the car with leisure, the anger non-subsiding. I follow behind him as he unlocks the door he speaks in a monotone voice, his husky tone becoming apparent in the quietness of the house.

"Go upstairs."

I keep quiet and do as he says. I open the door to his bedroom and sit down on the edge of his bed and take in a deep breath, hearing the sound of his heavy footsteps going up the stairs. He opens the door and runs his fingers through his hair s he walks over towards me.

He stands above me and takes off his jacket. Then he swiftly brings his shirt over his head. His facial expression changes into assertiveness and amity. He wraps his large hands around mine and pulls me up. He pulls me closer and his dark eyes are in concentration with mine. He moves me foward, slowly backing me into the walls thst seemed to be inclosing the closer ourr bodies became.

He pressed his lips into my neck as his hands rested on my waist. His voice in a deep, modest tone, he speaks.

"So you chose not to listen?"

He sucks on my skin in between his teeth, the words barely escaping my mouth causing him to suck harder.

"I-I'll listen."

He whispers, lips still a short distance from my neck.

"Do you want me?"

He sucks on my warm skin, I shut my eyes in contentment. He leaves soft kisses on the mark he's made.

"Y-Yes. Only you."

"That's the right answer."

His fingers wrap around my coat and slowly move it down my arms. He takes my coat and drops it to the floor. He then leaves soft, meaningful kisses on my lips. He then wraps his long fingers around the bottom of my shirt and begins to pull it off.

The warmth and chemistry between us two is confusing but I don't seem to care. His hands now rest on my lower back. As we break from the kiss, our eyes make hesitant contact.

I look down and wrap my fingers around his black belt and unbuckle it. I then slowly pull down his trousers, leaving him in nothing but bare skin and boxers. He then tugs at the hem of my pants. I take them off and continue to leave kisses on his lips.

His warm hands wrap around the back of either of my thighs and he lifts me up, my back pressed against the wall and my long legs are wrapped around his waist. His eyes look devilish, taking all the good in me. He backs us two away from the wall and near the bed, our lips touching every moment. He lays me down on the bed with force. He positions himself so that he's over me, palms pressed to the bed we lay on.

He parts from the kiss giving me a look of avidity and love. He presses his lips onto mine and bites down, my bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. His lips lead a trail from my chin back up to my lips. 

"I want you so bad."

He says breathlessly. 

I love Harry but all I can seem to think  about is Collin. It's so strange. Ever since Harry and I started to see each other he's been so introvert. I don't mean to make him feel out of place but he's nothing more than a friend. I refuse to be caught in between the middle.  The way his eyes light up when he sees me makes me feel so guilty.

In a way I always thought he'd be the one to take my innocence. But then Harry came along and made an impression. 

Harry breaks from the kiss and gets up so that he's stood on the floor. 

"The flight leaves tomorrow early morning. Are you coming with me?"

My heart screams inside my chest. But I ignore it.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm going.'

"Good. It was either that or I'd have to make you."

He smirks walking over to his dresser, back facing towards me. He opens up the drawer and takes out another very thin shirt and throws it over to me.

"You know I might as well wear nothing to bed at all."

"Sounds about right."

I laugh and throw the shirt at his back. 

I have no shame around him. He's kissed my scars. He's accepted me.

I get up from off of the duvet and run my fingers through my hair, flipping it onto my shoulder. I unfasten my bra and lay it on the bed, exposing my breasts. I then wrap my thin fingers around the thin lining of my thong and leave it on the ground. I take my hair in between my hands and push it so it flows down my back.

Harry walks over to me and places his hand on my back, palm pressed against the skin on my bare back. 

"You like to tease."

I give him a smirk. It's fun seeing him not getting what he wants. 

I take his hand off of my lower back and turn around to walk back to the bed. I can feel his stare.

"Might as well not look."

I sit myself on the bed and lay down on my stomach. I roll around laughing knowing exactly what's on his mind.

I grope my breasts with the palms of my hands while my hair is sprawled out on the bed. He watches, his eyes grow big with a not so serious expression on his face.

I crawl over towards the headboard of the bed, exposing my pink entrance. I tuck myself in and pat the empty side of the bed wanting him to lay down next to me.

"You like to play games, yeah?"