Drive. - Harry Styles

Chapter Eight

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Chapter eight

His hot touch skimmed down my side, lingering to rub small circles into my hip before moving lower. I gasped as Harry pulled my hips forward, pressing firmly against his crotch. My breath caught in my throat as a large hand ran up my inner thigh. My lips parted as I felt fingertips skimming over my underwear. Patterns were lightly traced, my thighs squeezing together. I gasped when he went to push my underwear to the side. His touch sent tingles through my body. His strong touch held me as I squirmed against him. A whimper fell from my lips when his fingers began to rub over the sensitive area as my hips moved with the touch. He groaned, his fingers then slipping into the front of my underwear. Hot kisses were trailed down my neck as he continued to pleasure me. His strong arm gripped my waist in an attempt to stop me from wriggling. My chest began to rise and fall quickly, as his rough fingertip ran up the inside of my thighs before they dipped into my underwear again. He was being gentle, but that didn't stop the small uncomfortable moans escaping my mouth. My hand gripped his forearm, squeezing it. My lashes fluttering finding it difficult to keep my eyes open. He crouched down in front of me so we were at eye level. His fingers escaping me, while his forehead pressed to mine. His green eyes piercing into my own.

"You're beautiful." He lightly spoke

He left light wet kisses along my neck. I flinched as a long finger nudged into me again. He smirked upon witnessing my struggle for breath, whimpering. Seconds later it was pulled out. I heard the door swing open while Valerie nearly yelled, voice filled with panic.

"Her dads home, we need to leave now."

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We walked into the dark empty flat. I felt his muscular arm snake around my waist, twisting me forward. Pressing his waist against mine while locking the door behind him. With a quick move, his hands cupped under my thighs, lifting me upwards. My arms wrapped around his neck while he carried me to his bedroom. No body else has touched me like Harry has. He gently placed me on his white bedsheets, my hair fanned around me. His hands slowly beginning to linger up my thighs, slowly unbuttoning my jeans.

"Harry." I whimpered.

His eyes peered to me,

"I'm tired.." I said, as the corners of his mouth grinned.

He pushed himself upwards, facing me. He lightly kissed my right cheek then stood up. He stepped out of the dark bedroom, the only light coming from the hallway.

"Where are you going?" I asked, puzzled.

Moments later he walked in while a white blanket in his hands,

"Just incase you get cold." He said while placing it beside me,

"I didn't bring any clothes.."

He nodded his head and furrowed his eyebrows, pushing his hair back. He turned around and pulled open a drawer, grabbing a black t shirt and navy boxers. He handed them to me, he nervously wiped his thumb against the side of his nose. Placing his hands on his hips.

I looked up at him and smiled. I slowly padded over to the washroom as I heard slow and steady footsteps behind me.

"You can change in here you know." he offered.

I looked at him with worry in my eyes.

"Or in the bathroom." He laughed.

I walked out into the living room space, where Harry was sat down on the couch with his feet lightly crossed; placed on the coffee table. His eyes darted to me as in a swift motion he jutted himself up.