The Reinvention of Harry Styles (Completed)

Chapter 8

A/N: Slightly NSFW (bit of sex mentioned...)

Jeff could not have picked a better (or worse) time to randomly drop by Harry's house unannounced. He thought he'd catch them faking it, or that he'd find that guy Molly reportedly went out for drink with the previous night.

But the timing was perfect.

Molly and Harry had not actually made it all the way up to Harry's bedroom, as they intended, but instead settled for the living room couch. They didn't plan it this way, but the couch could easily be seen through the front windows, and the curtains were parted just enough to give Jeff a full view of Molly's bouncing tits as she rode Harry's cock.

Yes, it was quite clear to Jeff they were having actual (not fake or staged) sexual intercourse, like normal couples do. He couldn't see his face, but he saw Harry's tattoos (though, that could be replicated on someone else...).

Molly opened her eyes just in time to make eye contact with Jeff, outside, frozen in the walkway toward Harry's house. Her hands shot up to her chest to cover herself up and she frantically tried to say something to Harry (though he was making it quite difficult for her to talk, let alone think clearly).

"Jeff's here! He's right outside! He's watching us!" She managed to whisper.

Whether it's because he was about to finish, or because he wanted to continue this 'display' to convince Jeff their relationship was real, Harry whimpered, "Don't stop," to Molly. But she was frozen in place, knowing Jeff's eyes were on her, suddenly immune to Harry's attempts to get her to keep moving. Realizing she wasn't going to, he flipped her over so he could finish things off on top.

Jeff got the full view of his client's face and chest as he finished off those last few thrusts before exploding in ecstasy. There was definitely nothing fake about that. If they had known Jeff was coming over, Jeff might have thought they'd planned it. But his visit was unexpected, so he had actually caught them in the act.

Jeff retreated to his car and sat for a moment before deciding to leave. He could wait to talk to Harry some other time. They were clearly busy...

Molly and Harry got cleaned up, and now that the sexual tension between the two of them had been assuaged, they could focus on the task at hand: fixing Harry's image.

"Okay Harry, let's get down to business." Molly sat down in front of him.

"To defeat the huns," Harry sang, and Molly's jaw dropped.

"You've seen 'Mulan'?!" She squealed. "I love that movie!"

"Hey, you're not the only one who can sneak song lyrics into everyday conversation." He smirked.

"I usually stick to your own songs or song titles, but if you want to incorporate my favorite childhood Disney movies into that, it's on. Actually, this is a good segue back to the topic on hand." Molly paused. "I think you're a bit like Simba."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "I'm a lion cub?"

"No, because-"

"Are you Nala?" He interrupted.

"No! Absolutely not. I am not in this metaphor."

"Is Jeff Scar?"

Molly sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry, does sex give you ADD? No, you are like Simba, because you just can't wait to be king."

"Sex-induced ADD, I like the sound of that." Harry snickered.

"Harold! Focus!" Molly rolled her eyes.

"Okay, I am Simba. You are not Nala. Jeff is maybe Scar." Harry nodded. "I just can't wait to be king. Meaning....like Elvis?"

"Maybe. I hadn't intended to take this metaphor in that direction, but that works. What I'm saying is, you seem like you want to be accepted for your music, or for being a serious musician...you want that kind of recognition, but you don't want to have to go through the whole process." Molly paused to make sure he was listening. "Your management has tried to sell you as this legendary rock star, and people aren't buying it because that's not how you do it. You can't just declare that you're a legend and expect people to go along with it. It's like that episode of 'The Office' where-"