Teenage Dream → Harry Styles AU

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Harry’s POV

“I want you to fuck me, Harry. Fuck me hard.” She demanded, the heat of her breath tickling the edge of my neck as she moved closer to reach my lips, her tongue asking for access to enter my mouth. I opened it willingly, letting it slip under mine. I moaned when I felt her hand draw circles around my thigh, her long fingers and sharp nails moving closer to my lower part. I wasn’t drunk, just tipsy. But I was pissed, seeing my own girlfriend make out with a guy she barely knew. I’m disappointed in her, but I’m more disappointed with myself. This wouldn’t have happened if I stayed with her all night.

“Harry, you’re getting your hard on.” She giggled as she gripped on my lower part, making me groan loudly.

“Fuck!” I tugged on her long blonde locks to tilt her head up and I sat straight to fix my gaze on her glimmering gray eyes. I breathed heavily as I moved closer to plant kisses on her pale neck, sucking it hard and making sure to leave dark purple marks. I was angry, pissed and I hated myself. I’m supposed to be doing this with Jessie, not some girl I found at the club.

But it’s her fault, she kissed someone else.

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Jessie’s POV

I struggled to look for Harry around the small town, I was running in one direction with tears streaming down my face. I was lost and didn’t know where to go. There were multiple motels which I thought of entering to look for Harry, but I would probably waste my time because I know he would be long gone and far away, busy fucking that blonde girl.

I was exhausted from running and the alcohol inside me was making it worse. I leaned on the huge metal pole beside me and placed my hands on each side of my head, hoping it would lessen the dizziness that I was feeling. My stomach wasn’t in good terms at all, so I threw up on the spot, carelessly wiping my mouth with my brand new dress

My eyesight was beginning to darken, my head throbbed in pain. My back slid down on the pole until I was sitting on the cold concrete sidewalk. I nearly fainted when I felt two hands carry me effortlessly, my eyesight not functioning properly to see who it was and my nose only smelled the scent of vomit on my dress.

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I woke up with my head throbbing, I stretched and turned my head to one side. The sun beaming from the window blinded me, and I immediately sat up and tried to look for my phone. Hold on, where am I? I realized that I was on my bed, wearing nothing but a loose shirt I swear I think I’ve seen before. Oh right, Harry owns this. Shit. Harry.

Where the fuck is he? My mind wandered off thinking that he still might be in bed with the chick he ran away with last night.

My hand reached for the small desk near my bed, only to find a glass of water and aspirin on top with a note beside it:

I took you home. Don’t worry, your brother didn’t ask. I’m sorry.

.xx Harry

I crumpled the note and threw it away, I was still so angry at him. After fucking that girl last night, he would still have the guts to carry me home and even leave a stupid note. I drank the medicine and gulped down the glass of water immediately.

I swiftly walked out my door and went to Sean’s room. Locked. He definitely doesn’t want to be bothered the whole day.

I went downstairs, “Mom? Dad?” I asked. No response. Not knowing what time it is, I just assumed they’re at work.

As I walked to the kitchen, “Holy shit!” I shouted as I saw those familiar green eyes looking at me, his body leaning on the counter top and drinking coffee.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I tried to whisper, aware of Sean sleeping upstairs.

“So much for saving you last night. You’re welcome by the way.” Harry said sarcastically.

“Maybe the blonde girl should be the one thanking you for fucking her last night.” I crossed my arms and furrowed my eyebrows.

He chuckled lightly, “nothing happened.”

I tapped my foot repeatedly and waited for an explanation.

“I took her to a small motel, we almost fucked. But we didn’t, I was aware of the consequences and the whole time we were in bed, I was thinking of you. You never left my mind.

“But at some point I was imagining you fucking that guy you kissed. So I ran away immediately to look for you.”

His words were sincere enough for me to believe, but he was making me feel all guilty because he actually saw me kiss Zayn.

“I-I’m sorry.” I knew my words weren’t enough, I saw his pained expression and I could barely look at him anymore.

“No, I’m sorry. I should’ve stayed with you last night. I should’ve kept my eye on you, or at least stayed as close as possible to protect you.”

“Protect me?”

“You’re a fucking beautiful girl, Jess!! Any guy would want you! You’re mine, okay?”

I smiled when those words escaped his mouth, he can be so dramatic at times.

I heard him chuckle under his breath, “We’re a fucked up couple, aren’t we?” I giggled at his response, “You’re totally right, Harold.”

He placed his hands in his pockets and walked over to me, “I’m sorry. Can we start over?” I placed my arms around him, his fresh scent hovered under my nose. He wrapped his arms around me as well, toned and muscular, just the way I liked it. “Of course.” was all I said.

“What the fuck is going on?!” An angry voice shouted from behind us.

Holy shit.