If I Could Fly // h.s.

Chapter 17

Hey guys! I know I've been bad and haven't updated in forever. I got super busy with work and was literally just drained. This is sort of a filler chapter but I thought I would give you a naughty little tidbit for being so patient with me. ;) I say this every time, but I mean it more than you'll ever know: Thank you so much for taking time out of your important lives to read my stories. You guys make my days so much brighter. I love more than anything to hear from you, whether through the comments or messages or twitter. You guys are the most amazing readers and I am so grateful for each and every one of you. Enjoy <3 xx Jess

*BANG BANG BANG*

"So help me, Styles... stop hogging my best friend and get your horny asses downstairs! Don't make me come in there!"

Nichole's shrill voice shakes both me and Harry from our sleep we seem to have accidentally fallen into. This is becoming a habit. I groggily stir under the strong arms that secure me. I twist and turn until I'm facing two beautifully hooded green eyes staring back at me. "Hello, beautiful."

"Hello, yourself," I reply, snuggling up closer to him. "You know she really will come in if we don't get up."

"But I'm not ready to get up," he pouts before nuzzling into the crook of my neck and running his lips across my skin. "Can't we just stay in bed the rest of the day?" As soon as I feel his smile, I know I'm a goner. I feel his tongue dart out as he begins to lick and suck along my neck, pulling my body so that it's grinding against his.

"Harry," I breathe. He instantly moves his face around to take my bottom lip between his, pulling it lightly between his teeth before capturing my mouth and claiming it with his own. He kisses me deeply, dragging his hands down the thin material of my tshirt dress before slipping them under the hem. Skin begins to prickle under his tender touches as he forces the dress up so that it is now bunched at my waist.

"Yes, baby?" he smirks before slowly kissing his way down my body, pausing briefly at each nipple. He takes a moment to bite and suck through the material until each nub is taut and standing at attention. I surrender right then and there, allowing my head to fall back as I feel the very ends of his soft curls begin to tickle my hips. I lean up and glance down once more, catching a wicked grin from Harry who has now positioned himself comfortably between my legs. "You ready?" he asks, cheekily before he begins peppering kisses along the insides of my thighs.

"Harry.. Stop teasing," I whine, my frustration getting the best of me. We shouldn't even be doing this right now but I'll be damned if I let him stop.

"Oh... so it's quite alright when you tease, then, Amelia?" he grins as he ghosts his lips across the hood of my clit and I swear I almost combust. "I seem to remember that you enjoy teasing very much."

"Harry... I wasn't trying to tease you. Just... please, baby," I beg, my body starting to writhe under his touch, begging for some sort of release. He starts to slowly breathe against my sex, causing more chills to erupt along my flesh. Just when I think I can't stand it anymore, he replaces the breath with featherlight touches from his fingertips, still not giving me any sort of friction.

"So this dress you're wearing... It wasn't meant to tease me? The lack of knickers and a bra? Shall we even go into that little stunt you pulled as soon as we got behind closed doors?" he looks up before cocking an eyebrow at me. Smug bastard.

"I just wanted to make you feel good, Harry. I thought you would like the dress," I try to say in my sweetest voice. "Do you not like my dress?" I pout, going breathless at the end when he finally darts his tongue out to touch me. I feel my eyes roll back for a moment until I realise he has removed it just as quickly. "God dammit, Styles!" I swear I've never been this frustrated before. He laughs lightly before crawling back up my body and kissing me hard on the mouth.