Harry Styles

Before the Show

I was visiting my childhood friend at his 1st American show in 2018. I was so excited to see him. We haven't seen each other in about a month.  I thought I would surprise him, since the last time we talked he wanted some familiar company.

I walked into the backstage area and saw Mitch sitting there. (He always looks so pissed off and I don't understand why.) I  asked where Harry was and he told me he was in his dressing room getting ready.

As I walked to the door, I listened and only heard faint music playing.  I  knocked twice and opened the door. He looked up from his phone, with no shirt on, gave me a huge smile and got up off the couch he was on. I started to walk toward him as he got up out of his seat and walked to me. He engulfed me in a huge hug and spun me around.

"What are you doing here?"

"You sounded so lonely and pathetic, I thought I'd take a vacation to visit my favorite celebrity in the world.", I said with a smile.

"Well, I'm so glad you came darling.", he said as he gave me another hug.

"Darling?" I pulled back and gave him a little smirk. "Is that what you call me now?"

We looked into each others eyes and in that moment,  something clicked. As most friendships  go between males and females,  I realized I would do anything for him. I mean ANYTHING, life and death or otherwise.  Yes, even sexually, I mean look at him. He was voted the most handsome man in the world for a reason.

"What's wrong love?"

He noticed my expression had changed. He looked confused and a little worried.

"Nothing." I didn't know what to do or say. I looked down between us at the floor for a few seconds. Then looked  back up at him. "Actually,  there is something. "

"What is it? You know you can tell me anything, right? " he said with concern.

"Well....." I wasn't sure what to say or if I should say anything at all.

"I have about 45 minutes before the show, tell me what's wrong."

He looked desperate to know what was ailing me. Harry walked me to the couch and sat down. He pulled me down next to him and had me put my head in his lap. This was something we did when we had serious conversations. If I was the one with the problem, I would lay my head in his lap and he would do the same with me if he was troubled by something.

"It's just.... when you gave me that hug and the way you looked at me a few minutes ago,  I realized that I have feelings for you. I don't know where it came from, but it's there and now........I don't know. "  I closed my eyes and sighed, waiting for the I'm sorry, I don't feel that way about you.
Or something like that. Instead, I heard his cute little giggle and he started running his fingers through my hair.

"That wasn't what I was thinking you were going to say."

I opened my eyes and looked into his beautiful green ones. "What did you think?"

"I thought you were going to tell me that ass you've been dating proposed or got you pregnant." He looked a little angry at the thought of that happening.

"What? No, we broke up a few weeks ago. I just wasn't in love with him. Something wasn't right and now I know why."

"Darling, you make me crazy sometimes. I realized I was in love with you when you started dating that dick." He smiled at me. 

We just looked at each other for a few seconds before he started to lean over to kiss me. I started to lift my head to meet his kiss. It seemed like forever to feel his lips on mine. He paused before actually touching his lips to mine.

I grabbed the back of his head and pulled us closer together. It was a soft, simple, sweet, lingering kiss. We slightly pulled away and smiled at each other.

"I  think I could really get used to this." He commented and leaned in again.  This time the kiss was more passionate and heated. He pulled away a little again and asked "Can I  touch you?"

"Yes, please." I said slightly out of breath. I sat up a little to kiss him so he wouldn't get a sore neck and back from leaning over.

His hand started on my right cheek and slid down my neck to my collar bone and then to my breast. He paused before slightly squeezing. His hand then slid to my stomach and paused at the top of my pants. He broke the kiss to look at me to ask for permission. I  just smiled at him and grabbed the back of his head again, pulling him in for another amazing kiss.

He smiled as he kissed me before he  started to undo my pants. His hand slowly slid in my pants over my panties, which were getting wetter the closer he got to my core. When he finally reached his destination, I gave a little whimper. Harry slowly and softly  rubbed me over my panties.

"More." I sighed into the kiss, "please, more." I  begged.

He pulled his hand out a little to slide it into my panties. He pulled away with swollen lips and I knew mine looked the same. He slowly slid his hand down to my aching core and softly rubbed into my wet slit while staring into my eyes.

"Oh love, you're so wet, aren't you?" He gently rubbed my swollen clit and slowly slid his finger to my entrance. He never stopped looking onto my eyes and I held his gaze until his finger entered me. I closed my eyes and moaned his name softly.

"You look so beautiful while at the mercy of my hand. I  want you to come for me."

I  opened my eyes "More. Please more." I begged. He added another finger and started to pump in and out of me slowly, yet hard and deep. I  gave another soft moan. "I love your fingers inside of me,  Harry."

"So do I love. Now, I need you to come for me." He moved his fingers in and out and pressed firmly to my clit with his hand. I could feel his rings rubbing against my clit. It felt amazing and soon, I came all over his fingers. He didn't stop and generously worked me through my orgasm not removing his fingers from me even after I was finished.

I fell back into his lap feeling his hard bulg against my cheek through his black dress pants. I  started to rub my cheek against it and stared into his eyes, loving how his cock felt against my cheek. He leaned his head back onto the back of the couch.

"Baby girl, that feels so good and you haven't really done anything yet."

There's a knock on the door. "5 minutes,  Mr. Styles." The man said through the door.

Harry pulled his fingers out of me and raised them to his mouth, taking each one between his beautiful lips. "Now, I can smell you while I'm on stage holding the microphone."

My mouth fell open.

" I guess I should finish getting ready." He said with a smirk.

Please be kind. This is only my second imagine. I deleted my other one fearing it was horrible. I apologize if you don't like it, but no hate, please.