The Story // Harry Styles AU

Part 10

I unlock the door to Harry’s flat and step inside.  As he said, he’s not here so I make myself at home, setting my duffel bag on his bed.  I stretch out on the couch and watch some tv until I hear keys in the lock.

“Poppy?” Harry calls.

“Hi,” I sit up, looking over the back of the couch.

“Hey, I got stuff to make tacos, is that okay?” he says, setting grocery bags on the counter.

“That sounds good.  I can help,” I get up and join Harry in the kitchen.

***

While we eat our dinner, Harry brings something up.

“So, my mum is getting married next weekend,” he tells me.

“Oh, is she?  That’s wicked,” I say.

“Yeah,” Harry nods. “Did you, um…well I don’t have a date.  I originally didn’t think about having one…but if you want to come…you could be my date, if you wanted,” he stutters and I find myself smiling.

“Yeah,” I say. “Yeah, I’d like that,”

“You would?” Harry looks up at me and I nod. “Great.  It’s up in Cheshire so we’ll have to make the trip up Friday night…”

“That’s fine.  I’ll get the weekend off,” I tell him and he smiles.

***

“What do you want to do tonight?” I ask Harry once we’re finishing up washing the dishes.

“I feel like drawing,” he tells me.

“You feel like drawing,” I nod. “What do you want to draw?”

“You,” Harry answers.  I bite my lip, smiling.

“Okay,” I shrug. “Tell me what you want and I’ll do it,”

“Oh you will?” he raises his eyebrows. 

“Anything for art,” I smile.

“To the bedroom then, my lady,” Harry gestures to his room and I laugh lightly, walking past him to his room.  I sit on the bed, waiting for Harry.

He comes in, dragging a chair, his sketchbook and box of supplies seated on it.  He sets the chair at the end of the bed and looks at me then looks at our surroundings.

“What’s the plan?” I ask after a moment.  Harry silently grabs my duffel bag, setting it on the floor, out of the way.

“You wouldn’t pose naked for me, would you?” Harry finally asks after a moment.  I open my mouth to talk but I shut it, smirking, and I just shrug. “You would?” Harry looks surprised.

“It’s bound to happen sooner or later,” I say. “I’m not opposed,”

“As much as I’d like that…we’ll start slow,” he tells me. “You’re wearing a bra and underwear, right?”

“Of course,” I narrow my eyes at him.

“Hey, some girls are different,” Harry shrugs.

“So you want me in my underwear?” I double check and Harry nods, pulling the chair away from the bed a little bit. “Will you help me?” I ask innocently, holding my arms out.  Harry looks up at me and I smile.

“Oh, you’re trying to kill me,” he says.

“Please?” I pout.  Harry comes over, taking my face in his hands, and leaning down to kiss me.  I wrap my arms around his waist before leaning back on the bed, pulling Harry with me.  He leans over me, pulling me higher up on the bed before kissing me again.  I roll us over and Harry sits up, keeping me in his lap.  He reaches for my sweater, pulling it up and I pull my lips from his so he can pull it over my head.  I take Harry’s face in my hands, kissing him again, his lips separating and allowing my tongue to explore his mouth.  I feel Harry’s hands running up and down my back before snaking down to my bum, rubbing the back pockets of my jeans.  I pull away from Harry but his teeth snag my lower lip, stopping me from going far, and I cave, kissing him again.  His hands come around to the tops of my thighs and up to the waist of my jeans.  I feel his fingers curl into the waistband, moving to the center to unbutton them. 

Harry pulls away, pressing our foreheads together, our breath swirling between us. “You do the rest or else I won’t stop,” he whispers and I smirk, pecking his lips before climbing off him.  I plant my feet on the floor and unzip my jeans, slipping them off, and then I wait.  Harry goes back to his chair and stands behind it, his arms crossed.

I watch Harry pull the duvet off his bed, leaving it in a pile on the floor.  Then he pulls the sheets to the end of the bed, scrunching them up.

“Feet on that end, head here,” Harry instructs.  I lie down on my side as he said and he starts moving my limbs to where he wants them.  My left arm is raised straight, my hand dangling off the bed.  My head rests on that arm and my right hand is grasping the sheets bunched in front of me.  My legs are simply placed one in front of the other, my right leg slightly bent.  Harry sits in the chair and looks at me for a moment.

“Chin down a little, eyes up at me,” I do as he says. “Are you comfortable?”

“Very,” I smile.

“Try not to fall asleep,” Harry laughs lightly and he gets to work.  He talks with me.  We talk about everything we haven’t discussed already; dreams we have for the future and dreams we have while sleeping, sports that we watch and teams we support, bucket list type adventures, what we’ve always wanted to do to our hair but are too scared to go through with it, food that we’ve always wanted to try…He kept me awake while he drew me but by the time Harry was finishing up, my eyes were drooping.

“You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?” Harry asks and I lift my eyes.

“Of course not,” I say.

“I’m almost done,” he assures me.  I try so hard to stay awake and finally, Harry’s putting his pencil down.  He gets up and I force myself to sit up and make room beside me.  Harry holds his sketchbook out to me and I take it carefully.

“Wow,” I whisper.  I look so good.

“You like it?”

“You made me so beautiful,” I say quietly.

“That’s because you are beautiful,” Harry kisses my cheek.

“Thank you.  It looks great,” I smile. “I’ll look at it again tomorrow,” I explain, handing the sketchbook back.  I climb off the bed and dig through my duffel for my toiletries bag.  I get my toothbrush and toothpaste, going into Harry’s bathroom and brushing my teeth.  When I come out, Harry has moved his chair and his materials back where they came from and the bed is put back together.  I climb into it and Harry goes into the bathroom.  When he comes out, he’s wearing just his boxer-briefs.  I watch him turn off the light and then he climbs into the bed beside me, pulling me into his chest.  I close my eyes and fall asleep quickly.