I Hate My Stepbrother (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 10- Comfort

Okay, so I know you guys might want an explaination. And here goes. School, sports, job. But now that soccer season is over, summer's almost here and well, I still have a job but whatever. I have time to do this and I'm so happy because I love you guys and all the supportive comments. Please don't hate me. Unedited btw.

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Being spanked by Harry wasn't to bad when it came down to the aftermath of it.

His big smooth hands running along side my back as he tries to calm me down, and stop the shaking, trembling and shivering going up and down my spine each time I moved.

It's that comfort that makes me realize that I need this. I need this punishment and comfort. I like being told what to do and to be cherished. It helps me.

I know it sounds wierd but, it helps me. The base of his hand feeling rough but smooth on my skin lets me know that I'm here right now with a person who truely cares.

I know we might argue, tease and play around but when it comes to Harry... well, it's his hair and how he sometimes wrap it in a bandana in a hipster sort of way, his smell that gets to me, that smells like, well I can't describe it. It's just like, apples and Harry. Just Harry, all together makes my heart race.

I felt myself stop shaking as my short hard breaths got calmer and slower. The rough but smooth base of his hand slowed down. I looked up at him through watery eyes as our glances met, stunning me at how someone this beautiful, this gorgeous, could be mine. And even after spanking me, I wasn't upset or mad. I just wanted him to hold me.

But truth is, it's actually pretty terrifying that someone could get me in to this vulnerable stage with my usually independent attitude. It's scary that someone could get me like this.

All shy and wanting to be touched. To be held. To be, no, to feel loved. But I was happy that it's Harry that can do this to me.

"Okay?" Harry asked looking down in regret at how rough he was being today. But I didn't mind. I only nodded and sniffled a bit as he cuddled me  closer into his chest, the sound of his soft heartbeat putting me in a complete daze.

"Use your words, baby." He said in a regretful but, quite comforting tone. He moved one of his hands down to caress my thigh and hipbone gently, the other hand finding it's way to my hair, running carefully through it with his fingers. Even though it was wet and matted down with sweat.

"Y-yes, I'm okay Harry." I stammered out meaning for it to come out more smooth, but after crying and yelping for about an hour I'd be croaking for a while.

"Maybe I was a bit rough on you?" He contemplated more so, to himself rather than to me as he stuck his lips out, his eyesbrows furrowing making a crease of lines in the middle. As he always did when he thought deeply about something.

"No! No, you were fine." I said sitting up a bit, startling him with my sudden change of emotion. "Thank you for this Harry, I need this. I need you."

He sighed before pulling me closer and laying me down on the bed beside him.

I was pulled into his arms as his jean clad covered pants touched my skin uncomfortably.

"Hey curly would you mind taking off those jeans, they're really killing my vibe over here?" I grunted moving around to get a better position.

He chuckled deeply, the sound making my cock twitch in my boxers. "Glad to see I got my old Louis back." He mumbled kicking off his jeans and throwing them somewhere off to the side.

He then pulled me back into him making me gasp as my sore bum was hurt by the frequent action. "Ow." I groaned.

"Oh, shit. Sorry baby, sorry." He grumbled turning me to face him and placing a soothing hand to my bum. He pulled me closer whispering relaxing apologies and sweet words into my ears.

He reached over to turn off one of the lamp lights making the room dimly lit with the clock radio sitting on the TV stand. "Want some music?" Harry asked reaching over to the dresser to get the remote that went to the radio.  Harry's Iphone was plugged into it, so he played his playlist instead of the actual radio.

"Really Harold?" I chuckled out as I heard the beginning of the song play. "I mean I love pop as much as the next lad but-"

"Oh shut up, princess." Harry said, sounding like he was holding in laughter and embarrassment as he slightly turned down the song by Ke$ha "C'mon". 

"It's a good song, it's catchy." I started making Harry groan as I held in bubbles of laughter.

"Louis."

"I just didn't know you had this much gay in you, Harold, really I wouldn't have expected it."

"Louis!"

"I could've sworn that I was the one that made you interested in men. I guess not, must've been that nice lad Niall. He does have a pretty nice ass."

Harry groaned again, this time filled with tight laughter.

"I just like Ke$ha okay? She's hot."

I started feeling jealously rise upon me and scooted away from him.

"Hey, so you can make a comment about my friends ass and I can't make a comment about a celebrity that I don't even know?" He asked sounding amused rather than upset.

I felt myself getting pulled closer.

I immediately snuggled closer into his neck as he put his face in my hair.

"But I'll only ever have eyes for my princess. My beautiful, beautiful princess." He mumbled into my hair.

I felt my face flush red and was thankful for the lights being off in the room avoiding Harry seeing this emotion. I prented to sleep, making my breathes even and slow until I heard the soft snoring of Harry above me. His arms wrapped protectively around my torso in a tight grip, even in his sleep.

Hands clamped together around me like a child trying to keep hold on a balloon. Trying not to lose it or let it fly away.

I reached down to pull the soft comforter over us before scooting into Harry's sleeping heat closer.

"G'night Harry" I mumbled softly, sweetly kissing him on the mouth before falling into a deep slumber.