dirty | collection of one shots.

neighbor

where harry has the time of his life with one of his older neighbors .

HARRY Styles, the hardworking young boy who always came over every weekend to clean up Ms. Hardley's backyard that always seemed to get messy when fall came around. He did it at the kindness of his heart because he thought that Ms. Hardley was a nice lady. Finding out that she didn't have anyone that was there for her. She was pretty much living alone unless she wasn't accompanied by Harry and his family. Sometimes he felt bad because she was quite young, but always alone.

"I'm all done Ms. Hardley," Harry smiled as he placed the rake against the tall white fence as he made his way back in the house.

"You've known me for how long?" The older woman chuckled as she closed the sliding door behind the young man.

"For um..three years now?" Harry responded washing his hands, soon sipping on a cold water bottle she had gave him.

"You can call me Rayne, and plus I'm not that old," she reminded leaning against the counter.

"You're twenty-nine," he replied putting the water bottle down. "That's pretty old."

Yes, Rayne Hardley was almost thirty. The slight jab at her age didn't really bother her that much. She was a brown skinned goddess that didn't look over a day off twenty-two. Short boyishly curls on her head and even a heart tattoo that was on her thigh if Harry was luckily enough to see it. Ms. Hardley had curves that would make anybody's mouth water, it was insane. There was no denying that she was sexy, and even Harry thought so.

"Oh?" She nodded pulling out a fifty and a twenty. "Sounds like somebody doesn't want the extra tip today for all the hard work."

Those pretty lips of his formed into a wide smile, "Oh Ms. Hardley, did I ever tell you how much I appreciate you?"

"Oh please, don't try to fluff me up now. You called me old, remember?" She scoffed holding the money away from the boy.

"It was just a meaningless joke love," he chuckled reaching for it but she held it back from him. "C'mon, please?"

She bit her bottom lip as she stared in those jade colored eyes. There has always been this slight feeling when they got around each other, especially when they were alone.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you are?" Harry then spoke softly, resting both of his hands on either sides of her hips. The way he was looking at her was making her melt, and unfortunately she couldn't say anything because she was so shocked at his movements. "You're so pretty, ya know that?"

"T-Thank you," Rayne breathed out, trying her hardest not to lose her composure. The money that was in her hand now slipped and was on the floor.

"I don't understand why you're alone dear," he whispered so gently in her ear as his hands squeezed her hips. "You need somebody."

"I'm..I'm okay Harry," she says placing her hands on his chest, but that was a mistake on her part because now she couldn't get herself to push him away.

What the fuck was going on with her?

"When's the last time somebody fucked you Ms. Hardley?" Harry asked, his hands running up and down her curves. "Be honest, I wanna know."

She couldn't breathe nor could she get this boy off of her. It was something about the way he was seducing her so easily, and she was fucking falling for it.

"No words baby?" His lips were now skimming against her neck, kissing on her brown skin ever so softly. It brought sensational chills down her body. "Come on, tell me what to do."