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

Chapter 55

HARRY’S P.O.V.

“Andrea, don’t play with your food like that.”

Piper grinned at me as I scolded my daughter, which forced a smile onto my face, completely debauching my attempt at being fatherly.

“Don’t make me smile when I’m scolding her; you’re ruining my credibility.”

I whispered softly in Piper’s ear and ran my hand along her leg, not stopping until my fingers rested close to her sex and my palm covered the rest of her bare thigh. I was so glad she was wearing a skirt; especially one that rose up so high when she sat. She gulped and put her fork down, bringing one hand down to where mine was. I tightened my grip as she tried to pull my fingers away without being obvious to the four other people at the table. Well, three and a half.

“So, Piper. You live near Disney, right?”

Piper cleared her throat and I watched her face turn a bright shade of pink as I lightly grazed her core with my long fingers. Karen seemed clueless, but I was pretty sure she knew exactly what was going on and put Piper on the spot on purpose. I found it amusing, so I didn’t stop.

“Yeah, Orlando. It’s nice. Harry and I actually wanted to talk to you about something after we eat.”

Karen grinned and Piper looked down at her half-empty plate, letting her eyes gaze to her lap as she bit her lip. I moved my arm over so that I was cupping her inner thigh and putting more intense pressure in all the right places. I feel her squirm under my hand and I move two fingers quickly against her panties. She closed her legs around my hand and I chuckled as it caught me by surprised.

“Something funny, Harry? Why don’t you share with the class?”

“Hmm, that’s alright, Gemma. Inside joke.”

Not quite inside enough for my liking, but this would have to do for a family brunch. I pressed my fingers against her harder, feeling how wet she was through her underwear. God, I wanted to take her right back to the room we just came from, but I had to be reasonable. I just forgot how fucking good she felt. I was so wrapped up in making sure she was okay and dealing with added drama from Karen that I didn’t remember how beautiful she was in my arms, coming undone around me. If I wasn’t hard before I imagined that, I was now. I moved my hand away and watched her body go limp a bit and her breath hitched. She looked at me longingly, begging for more. I brought my damp fingers to my lips and put them into my mouth, licking them as if they had remnants of food on them. She whimpered ever so softly and I brought my hand back under the table. I held her hand sweetly, pulling it off of her lap and onto mine. She stroked my thigh with her thumb, knowing exactly what I wanted and not giving it to me. I gently swallowed her hand with mine and moved it closer to the zipper of my slacks. At first she didn’t move, but I leaned over and pressed my lips to her ear.

“Don’t tease.”

I left a quick peck on her cheek and looked back to the other women sitting around the table.

“Mum, how long are you staying here?”

“I go home tonight, love.”

I didn’t want my mum to leave so soon, but I was really just trying to make casual conversation while Piper started to palm me through my pants, causing my knee to hit the table roughly.

“You should come to America when we play New York.”

“That would be great.”

She smiled brightly, either not noticing my inability to hide my expression, or simply ignoring it.