Torn (harry styles)

15- Dream boy

(dirty warning: if you are easily offended by graphic content i suggest you dont read on;) )

When I stumbled through my front door my mind was a complete blur, Harry is so bloody unpredictable! I don't know what to think of him, one minute he's horrible, next he's fucking kissing me?! It's driving me insane. More mind-ache is just not what I need right now, my head is already thumping from the excessive amount of alcohol I consumed earlier.

"Hi darling" mum called out from her bedroom, she must have heard me come in...

"Hey, er I'm going to bed...night" I said as maturely as I could, trying to keep my tone steady.

"Love you" she cooed, my heart aches for her.

"Love you too mum." I replied, and made my way up the stairs.

My joints were achy and unsteady, my vision slightly cloudy and my mind fuzzy. I'm not still drunk, but I'm at that stage between drunk/tired/hungover when you just feel like shit and you can't tell if your still drunk or not. It's horrible.

When I got up to my room, I jumped onto bed. Suddenly a sick feeling in my chest formed from the sudden jolt, it was disgusting. A dry sticky texture filled my mouth as I felt bile rise in my throat.

I'm gonna be sick.

I ran unsteadily to the bathroom and bent over the toilet bowl. I pressed my palms either side of the toilet seat and heaved into the toilet. Coughing and burping. A disgusting flavored water rised up my throat, burning it fiercely causing me to cough and sway my body weight in a wave motion as I coughed up the rank liquid, well when I say liquid I mean mostly liquid. I'm pretty sure there was my lunch somewhere amongst it too.

My forehead and eyes glazed with sweat. I sobbed in annoyance as my stomach span and chest felt light and sickly.

The process replayed about three times and when I felt I was finished I walked over to the sink.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were heavy and bloodshot, blotchy purplish rims framed my eyelids and my makeup was smudged underneath as well. The rest of my face was sickly pale, my lips almost white. Beads of perspiration gleamed on my forehead and my hair was a matted mess.

I looked absolutely terrible.

I grabbed my toothbrush and scrubbed the burpy taste off my teeth and washed mouthwash around my mouth. Next I took a flannel and washed my face with cold water. Then I took a makeup wipe and removed all of my makeup. When I got back to my room, I slipped off my dress and underwear and put on my baggy cotton pajama trousers and a t-shirt. Then I took my hairbrush and tamed my nest on my head and put it into a secure bun.

Then I tiptoed downstairs and grabbed some pain killers and a pint of water, I swallowed the pain killers and gulped down the water.

Finally I slipped into bed, feeling more refreshed and happy.

It took me about half an hour to eventually get to sleep. I kept thinking of Harry and the kiss. I, so confused, I can almost feel his hot lips pressed against mine still.

"Skye" Harry's soft but gruff voice spoke. he stood tall in my bedroom... his curly mop sticking up in all directions and his tight jeans clinging to him perfectly.
"Harry! What are you doing here?" I gulped, sitting up in bed and eying him suspiciously.
"I wanted more of you.." he said seductively, walking slowly towards my bed. Tipping his head sexily to the side and smiling flirtasiously.
"w-what do you mean?" I stuttered. feeling the butterflies errupt in my belly.
"That kiss wasn't enough for me, I want more." He smirked, eying my duvet covered body up and down.

I felt my cheeks heat slightly and I just nodded, I didn't know what else to say.

He was now sitting on my bed opposite me, his eyes staring intensively into mine. His left eye twitched slightly. Oh wait... he just winked.

"I wanna fuck you Skye" these dirty words rolled smoothly from his plump lips.
I felt myself growing slightly moist in between my legs.

I bit my lip and lay back onto my elbows in bed, opening my legs for him. I want him so bad.

He smirked and pulled the covers off me and threw it on the floor before crawling sexily between my legs.

His bulky arms rested either side of me and I wrapped my legs around his torso.
Next thing I knew was his lips were on mine. Moving rhythmically with mine and his tongue forced its way into my mouth and began exploring. My whole body felt ignited and I grasped the back of his neck and kissed him passionately back.
I felt his big hands and the waisteline of my pajama bottoms.. he pulled them down to my knees swiftly and ran his warm hand up my thigh.
"your gonna fucking love this" he grumbled against my lips and I felt myself getting wetter.

Suddenly I felt his big soft fingers pressing against my entrance... he started by hovering his fingers loosely over my general area, but then traced one of his fingers up and down my slit. I moaned into his mouth as the kissed continued. He applied more pressure to me as he rubbed me harder. Then he inserted a finger and pumped it in and out of me.
"Harry..." I groaned "I want you to fuck me"
I was suprised at myself for saying this but proud too.

He broke the kiss and looked at me with flirty eyes. He was breathing heavily out of his nose but he opened his mouth slightly to talk.

Suddenly a loud obnoxious ringing sound emerged from between his lips.

I jumped "harry what are you doing?"

The ringing didn't stop and it made my ears ache. I screwed my eyes tightly shut and the ringing still continued... what the fuck is he doing?!

When I opened my eyes, he was gone.

The ringing continued, I sat up fast. Confused and annoyed.
It was my alarm...

My duvet had been thrown on the floor and my pajama bottoms were at the end of my bed.

My cheeks were burning and my breathing fast; it was just a dream.

Oh.