Silent Screams » Harry Styles

Chapter 11

[warning: if you’re not comfortable with sexual scenes then please skip this chapter. thanks.]

I wander around the empty house, looking at old photographs that got left behind. I skim my fingers over the fabric of the couch and hear Harry coming down the stairs. He stands at the bottom, and motions me to come over. 

“I found a bedroom. It’s in decent condition. Come up.” he says and goes back up the stairs. 

I follow him, and close the door to the bedroom once I’m inside. The walls are a crème color, and has a king sized bed. There’s a chair by the single window. It’s a simple and plain room; I like it. I plop down onto the bed and Harry does the same. He takes out a notepad and a pen, and faces me. 

“I think it’s time to start the interrogation,” he licks his lips and clicks the pen open.

“Do you know why your dad went on that two day meeting?” he asks with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Nope,” I answer admiring the concentrated look on his face.

“Did you ever want to know what his job was?” he inquires. 

I run my hand up his large bicep, and flatten my hands against his chest. He looks up at me with a surprised expression, and I move closer to him. My fingers tap all the way up his leg, and then I stop right next to his crotch. 

 I feel him stiffen, and he asks, “What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to know what my dad’s job is, but you want to know what I do want?” I wet my lips and wait for his response.

“What?”

“You.” 

Not a single thought runs through my mind, all I want his to feel him. I ignore the voices in my head telling me to stop or not to do what I’m thinking. I forget about my pride, my morals, everything. All I want right now is Harry; and only Harry. I palm him through his jeans and he takes his a sharp breath. I feel him get hard, and I smile. He whimpers when I stop, but I bring my face level to his. 

“So what do you want to do?” he asks.

“Kiss me.” I say and he smirks.

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

And with that, he pushed me back against the bed, and our bodies collide. He crashes his lips onto mine, and I can feel the electricity shooting through my body. His lips brush over mine roughly over and over again. He rests his forehead against mine, and he whispers softly to me, unleashing butterflies in my stomach. He looks up at me through his long, dark lashes, and spoke in that hypnotizing voice of his. 

I run my hands through his hair, and he starts kissing my neck. His nose brushes over my skin and he whispers, “I’m going to make you feel so good.” 

He leaves wet kisses on me, and sucks on the skin of my neck. He removes his jeans along with mine, as fast as he can so he can kiss me again. I love the way his lips feel against mine. It’s everything I’ve always imagined: Hot, forceful, and passionate. His hands rested on my waist, and I could feel the heat of his body against mine. His fingers dug into the back of my thighs, bringing me to straddle his waist. Each of my knees touches the bed next to his hips. 

He deepens the kiss, and I can feel every part of his exquisite body. We’re both out of breath, and he pulls up the end of my thin long-sleeved shirt. I push it back down, and shake my head. I don't want him to see my scars. He doesn’t question it, but he takes his shirt off instead. I know that I still have my shirt on, but no one has ever seen me this exposed before. Harry grabs both of my wrists and pushes them down to my sides. 

He comes back down and lies on one side. He reaches down to my underwear, and slides it over. I squirm under his touch while his finger keeps moving up and down as he kisses me. Pleasure flows through me as I bite my lip in ecstasy. I can feel him smiling, and I moan as he puts another finger inside of me. My back arches off the bed a little bit, and he cups my breast. 

His head dips down, and his mouth is inside my thighs. His hands are rested on each of my legs, holding them apart. I reach for his hair, and grip onto it. My eyes flutter shut when his mouth moved between my thighs and he flicked his tongue. His lips pressed against me, moving together in ways that had me panting his name. My chest is rising and falling rapidly and he wraps his lips around the sensitive area, sucking lightly one last time. 

 He moved over to me again, and stares at me with his dark green eyes. 

"So good," he whispers, his tongue licking my taste of his lips.

My body is limp under his, and I know that I am completely under his control. I would let him do anything that he wants with my body without a question.

He brings his mouth to my ear and speaks in a low voice, “If only you knew how many other dirty things I could do to you.”

I blush and cover my face with my hands. He tries to pry my fingers from my face, but I won’t budge.

“Don’t cover your face,” he laughs.

“I just came in a stranger's bed.” I laugh at myself.

“Do you want me to come in this bed too?” he suggests and I look at him through my fingers. 

I raise an eyebrow at him, and he smiles at me.

“But I’ve never….touched someone before.” I speak softly and he shrugs. 

“There’s always a first time.” he says and sits on the edge of the bed.

I shake my head and say, "Not today." 

He picks up the notepad and the pen again.

“I have a question for you for this.” he says and taps his pen against the notepad.

“Okay,” I nod.

“If you were to have sex with Harry, what would you rate it on a scale from 1-10?” he asks and I burst out laughing.

“Eleven.” I say and he laughs with me. 

The room is filled with your laughter, and I bet the whole neighborhood can feel the happiness radiating off of us.