Pain: Her (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 49

Just as Harry's hand touched the hem of my panties, a soft knock echo'd through the room.

"Fuck!" Harry whisper yelled stumbling off the bed. He almost fell to the floor but regained his balanced and I laughed covering my face with embarrassment and pressing my legs shut together. He reached over me and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over my naked body to cover me.

"Pretend you're sleeping." he said walking to the door. I did what he said and covered half of my face with the blanket pretending I was asleep.

"What?" Harry barely opened the door, just enough for his head to pop out.

"You okay?" Kaitlyn asked as he opened the door just a little more so that his whole body closed the opening.

"Yeah, why?"

"Why are you home? It's only one." she asked through the door and he sighed in frustration.

"It's a long story, I'll tell you later."

"What are you doing?" I pulled my head over the blanket and saw that she was trying to look in the room but he followed her movements to block her.

"Nothing, what do you want?" he asked impatiently.

"Is Aleevonne here?" her tone held strong amusement.

"Yeah, she's asleep and you're bothering her."

"Oh, okay sorry."

"It's okay." he quickly said trying to end the conversation by shutting the door but she stopped it with her hand.

"Can you relax?" she laughed.

"Can you leave?" he said seriously with irritation.

"Okay, okay." she gave up, "I'll be downstairs."

"Like I care." he rolled his eyes shutting the door and he chuckled when she yelled "fuck you."

Harry stood at the end of the bed and I sat up and crossed my legs; wrapping the blanket around me to cover me up. He placed his hand on his hip and closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead. I watched his muscles flex and his long fingers slide across his sweaty forehead. His bulge was still there, stretching through his jeans as he took the hand from his forehead and rubbed the back of his neck. I held the blanket against my chest as I crawled to the edge and sat up on my knees in front of him. He opened his eyes and I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He cupped my jaw to press me harder against his lips and I smiled at his eagerness. He gently removed strands of hair away from my face while I smiled holding the blanket up cupping it against my breasts.

"We were this close..." he said lifting his hand and making a small space between his thumb and index, "to having sex." he sighed looking up at me.

"I know."

"This close!" he widened his eyes and I laughed shaking my head.

"I know that Harry, I was kind of there." I joked and he walked away towards my clothes. He grabbed my panties from my jeans and pulled it out.

"Were you actually ready?" he asked handing them to me.

"I was." I said truthfully taking it from his hands and crawling off the bed.

"100 percent?"

"Yeah." I stood up completely nude with my back facing him and slid them up my thighs. He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my stomach, pressing his chest against my back. He kissed the back of my neck, then the side, making his way to my cheek. He grabbed my waist and turned me around before crossing his wrists on my lower back, pushing me into his chest.