I know I need to stop doing a lot of Harry imagines, but the Harry ones are the better ones from the rest. I'm not saying it's good. I'm just saying it's better compared to the rest.
[DIRTY]
“Zayn I’m so close!” I yell. “Hold It!” he yelled back. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Okay, now!” he said and he thrust-ed one last hard time. I screamed out his name. He rolled off of me and layed next to me. He kissed my cheek then drifted off. I felt so….guilty, dirty. I’m not with Zayn, I’m with Harry. I have no idea what possessed me to do such a thing. I was caught in the moment as a lot of people would say. I wriggled a little bit out of Zayn’s grip, and I drifted off with tears down my face. What have I done?
When I woke up, it was still the nighttime, but later than when I went to sleep. I looked over and saw that Zayn was gone. It was dark in the room, but there was a tall shadow standing in the doorway, watching me. I panicked. “Who the hell are you?” I yelled in an attempt to be intimidating but it wasn’t at at. The figure walked a little closer and as soon as I saw the outline of curls I relaxed but then tensed again when I realized what he could assume I was naked for.
As he came closer I could tell his cheeks were wet, like he had cried and there was tear stains on his cheeks. “Why are you naked?..and don’t lie to me.” he said very stern yet sounded broken from his crying.
I hesitated but couldn’t lie to him. “I-” I couldn’t get any words out. “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NAKED?!?” he yelled. His deep, raspy voice booming throughout the house. Tears started to fall down my face. He just looked at me with disgust in his eye. “Do you know how much it hurts to watch someone else pound the girl you love senseless?..hmm?” he asked in a rather intimidating tone. So..I can conclude he watched, great.
I didn’t have enough courage to look at him. It would break me into pieces. I still couldn’t say anything. Too shaken up to speak. “I can’t fucking believe you.” he said then he stomped out of the room. I followed him. We ran down the steps then I looked at the living room to see it was a mess. The couch was flipped over, the T.V was knocked down, there was broken vases and dishes everywhere. It looked like it was animals down here fighting.
As we walked into light I could see Harry had bruises all over his arms and his lip was swollen and cut up. “Harry, please don’t go I’m sorry.” I pleaded through my sobs. “When you learn how to be faithful and not act like a fucking whore-” he stopped. “Maybe not even then.” he said then slammed the door shut. I started crying even harder. He just left me like I wasn’t anything, but could I really blame him? I cheated, he has every right to be mad. The worse part is he saw the whole thing, and got into a fight with his best friend all because of my selfish and stupid ways. About 3 hours of lounging around the house silently crying and feeling sorry for myself I was a wreck.
When I got up I felt horrible, inside and out. I felt dirty. I went to the bathroom and took a very hot shower. It calmed my nerves a bit. I heard the bathroom door open and then close. I got scared, I had no idea who it was. When I saw my favorite head of curls I relaxed. I didn’t say a thing just let him undress and climb into the shower with me. I turned around and looked at him and he was already staring. I still couldn’t look him in his eyes. Even though he came back, doesn’t mean I was forgiven but it’s a start.
“I didn’t mean it when I called you a whore.” he said out of no where. “But you just hurt me so bad. I watched you. I watched you get on you’re knees and…” he stopped. “I can’t even say it.” “I just want to know why you did it. You need to answer me.” he said with an authoritive tone. “I honestly don’t know. It was like a caught in the moment type thing but Harry I swear it didn’t mean anything.” I said starting the waterworks again, but I’m glad he couldn’t tell. “How long have you been cheating on me?” he asked, harsh tone, eyes showing no mercy. “This is the first and it won’t happen again.” I said. He came closer and wrapped his arms around my waist.
He kissed my lips. I craved this. His lips are the only thing that satisfies me. I literally don’t know why I cheated. He grabbed my butt and squeezed tight. He broke from the kiss and came to my ear. “I know you won’t do it again, because you’re mines and no one else’s…got it?” he said. I got goosebumps from his voice. I nodded in response. “Good.” he said, then pressed his lips back to mine. He trailed his hand down my torso. When he got down to my core, he rubbed my clit. I moaned in his mouth. The more I moaned, the harder and faster he would move his finger. He UN-cupped his other hand from my cheek and plunged two fingers into me. I moaned louder. Still not breaking the kiss he added one more finger, and kept rubbing my clit with the other hand.
“Harry, I’m close.” I said into his mouth. My eyes rolled back. I felt like I was almost at my release when he pulled out and removed both hands. “asdfghjkl” I groaned in frustration. “You’re not cumming until I’m in you.” he said. He turned the water off and picked me up bridal style and into the bedroom. He stopped from laying me on the bed. “What?” I asked. “This is where…” he started. He started walking to the guest room. He layed me down gently. I looked at his lower region and he was already rock hard and not in the mood for foreplay.
He went straight in for the kill. He opened my legs wide and positioned himself at the entrance. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded. I was getting ready for a powerful, hard, painful thrust when he plunged in and it was exactly opposite. It actually felt amazing. I still looked at him confused. “I want to make love to you. Show you how much you mean to me.” he said. I smiled in response.
All the thrusts were deep and passionate. I felt all of him. He felt all of me. “I’m close.” he stated. “Me too.” I replied. With one more hard and deep thrust, we both hit our high. “Harry!” I yelled out. He kept thrusting to ride out his high before he rolled off of me. He wrapped his arms protectively around me. “I love you so much..please don’t let this happen again.” he said. “I love you too Harry. and NEVER AGAIN.” I said. He smiled and drifted off. I looked at his sleeping figure. He looked so innocent and peaceful. I played with the curls that stuck to his face from sweat. “Never again.” I whispered to myself and drifted to sleep.
