The Lyre: Harry Styles Fanfiction

Legs Spread

(Niall)

It was only four o'clock in the evening, but I had to leave work early.

I was dragging because of the lack of sleep that I got last night.

I carried Gwen's and my takeout to my car.
I was so hungry and our Chicken Marsala smelled delicious.

A million things were happening at work, so I literally had zero time to eat, much less think about what happened last night.

Gwen
Theo
Fuck I need to call Cullen
No
No, right now I just need to focus on what to say to Gwen when I get home
Fuck
What WAS I going to say

I pulled up to the gate of my driveway and right away saw that Gwen's car was gone.

I grabbed my phone and called her.
No answer.

I called it again.
Nothing.

A bad feeling rose up in my stomach.
I called Liam.

I knew he was at the hospital, so I squeezed my eyes shut and whispered to myself.
"Answer, Liam...answer, answer..."

He picked up after the second ring.
"Yo", I heard his voice and I sighed thankfully.

"What's Theo's last name? Where does he live?", I said quickly, not wasting any time.

"Uh...James. Theo James. Why do-", he answered me, confused.

"Do you know where he lives?", I repeated, interrupting him.

Ten minutes later and after promising Liam I'd call him soon to explain, I arrived at the address he gave me.

Sure enough, there was Gwen's Lexus.

I parked behind it in front of a large stone house. I ran up to it, hit the doorbell a few times and banged on the door with my fist.

(Gwen)

Theo growled into the pillow next to my head.
For the fourth time, he fell onto my naked body after coming into me.

We breathed hard in the silent room and after riding out my euphoria, I noticed the "itch" was already building inside me again.
It was happening faster and sooner than before and making me more nervous.

"Theo...", I started to tell him about it, but then a doorbell rang, followed by loud pounding.

I watched Theo pull his boxers back on and I sat up in his bed.

"It's okay. Just relax. I'll talk to him", Theo said, steadying his breathing, both of us knowing only Niall would be beating at the door like that.

Theo closed the door to his bedroom and I sat there with worry, dread and fear.

My panic worsened when I felt my wet muscles begin to contract again.

Each time it started up, Theo was on top of me, satisfying the urge I kept getting, but not this time.

Fuck
SHIT

The pulsing was actually starting to get stronger and it was kind of beginning to hurt. Not the kind of hurt that was pain exactly, but like an ache that needed some kind of extreme pressure.

I hated it.
I started to cry and worry because it was getting worse.
My crying led to full blown sobbing.
I had no control over my body and it was a frightening realization.

And now here's Niall, angry and probably worried half to death.

UH and this morning
Touching myself next to him
What is happening to me
My life has changed literally overnight
Is this going to happen all the time now
HOW am I going to live