Fire (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 29

“What the fuck are you doing!?” I harshly whispered as Harry placed his hands on the lattice panelling clinging to the side of my house. He didn’t reply, he simply raised his face up to me and gave me one of his trademark smiles. He placed his right foot into one of the holes and climbed up easily. He poked his head through my window, his face still holding his cute dimpled smile.

“Surprise sweetheart.” He said loudly as he pushed the rest of his body up, sitting on the windowsill with his back facing me, awkwardly trying to pull the rest of his body through the small gap. I hushed him as he clambered in, holding his shoulders for support, just in case he fell out of the window and broke his neck. The thought made me shudder. He jumped off of the windowsill and smiled at me, a look of pride crossed his features as he breathed a little faster than normal at the exercise he had just done.

“Oh, you expect me to be happy about this?” I questioned as he looked into my eyes expectantly. I stood there with my arms folded, trying to come across as mildly pissed off. Just because I hadn’t replied to his texts (accidentally) he felt the need to come to my house and climb in my window. My dad would be furious about this.

“I just scaled a wall for you.” He added, raising his eyebrow and casually making his way to my bed, where he lay down and threw his feet up.

“No, you just climbed a ladder for me.” I interjected.

“Hey, it wasn’t a ladder, it was a lattice panel thingy.” He corrected as he surveyed my room. The last time he was in here, we had only been acquainted for a few hours. I’d put on my multi-coloured fairy lights for a bit of mood lighting as I had intended to watch a film or something before bed, obviously not now though.

“So, how do you propose to leave? Climb back out of my window, or walk downstairs and have a conversation with my dad on the way out?” I asked sarcastically, shifting the full weight of my body onto my right leg, my arms still folded across my chest.

“Oh, it wasn’t the leaving part I was excited about.” He said in a dark and mysterious tone. He got up off the bed and seductively walked over to me, holding out his arms as he yearned for my embrace. I willingly accepted, unfolding my arms and wrapping them around his neck. I wasn’t angry with him at all; I was completely overjoyed to have him here, his presence proving something of a support for me.

He smiled at me as he ducked his head down for a kiss, which I happily smiled into, our mouths moving against each other. His hands fluttered down to my hips, grabbing hold of the floaty material of the dress, trying to pull it from my body. I laughed at his incompetence, not being able to figure out the dynamics of taking off a dress. I pulled away from our heated kiss, my arms still wrapped around his neck.

“Need some help?” I asked mockingly, looking at him with my lips pursed. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head to the side.

“No…I think I’ll be just fine.” He whispered in a husky monotone. All of a sudden, his hands were wrapped around my waist and I was almost thrown onto the bed, my body bouncing up and down as the springs adjusted to my weight. Harry clambered on top of me, one knee on either side of mine. He dipped his head down and placed wet kisses all up my neck, the feeling reigniting the fire that I felt in my stomach just a few days before. I instinctively pulled my legs upwards, my knees now latched to Harry’s body. His kisses became firmer, I felt his teeth graze and nip at my neck as he continued to dab his passionate kisses up and down my throat. One of his hands rested beside my head to support his body, while the other fumbled with the belt that was wrapped around my waist, eagerly trying to pull it off me.

I lowered my hands to quicken his actions, and assist him in the removal of my clothes. I pulled off my belt, and also his black long-sleeved jumper, throwing it onto the floor beside us. My actions ceased instantly as I heard the door downstairs click open, footsteps quickly following the sounds of movement. I heard my father and Dana laughing together as more and more footsteps were audible from downstairs.

“We’re going out Vi.” My dad called up. I felt my body relax, glad that he wasn’t planning on coming in my room, revealing me in this situation, a half-naked boy on top of me.

“Okay,” I said, urging Harry to stop with his tantalizing kisses. “Have fun.” I shouted back, still holding my breath, waiting for the sound of my front door to click shut. Seconds later, it did and the noise from downstairs ceased. I rested my head back on the pillow, the tension broken and my mind put to rest. Harry let out an almost silent chuckle and continued to shower me with kisses. I wrapped my legs around his torso, the hem of my dress gliding up to my stomach, revealing my black underwear. Harry pulled up from his position; the feel of his hot kisses leaving my body, and the thrill along with it. He took hold of the fabric of my dress, pulling it over my head; revealing the full extent of my almost naked body.

“I want you to rock me.” He panted in a whisper against my neck, his breath forcing the redness to swell in my cheeks.

“With pleasure.” I agreed.