All You Need Is Love: A Harry Styles/One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter 39

I don’t know how long we sat there for. It seemed like hours, though in reality had probably been seconds. Snapping my gaze away from the ending fireworks and torrential rain drenching me, I looked over at Harry. He was already watching me intently. I suddenly became aware of my surroundings and a huge shiver ran through me from head to toe.

“Come on, let’s go inside,” Harry whispered beside me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me up. He pulled me close to him and I closed my eyes, sinking into his somehow warm chest as he gently closed the door behind us. He let go of me and I looked down at myself – I didn’t exactly have a mirror handy but I could tell that I didn’t look too pleasant; I was completely soaked through to the bone, my shorts were stuck unattractively to my thighs, my ballet shoes were, well, practically dead and my lace blouse was clinging to me and showing the outline of my bra. Overall, not a good look. I heard Harry laugh quietly next to me and felt myself once again blush.

“I think you need a shower,” he commented, and I looked up, an innocent look plastered on my face.

“I think so too,” I agreed and he laughed. “Are you sure?”

“Of course!” he laughed. “Here, follow me.”

I followed him up the stairs, making myself aware of my surroundings. There were several photo frames sitting on the wall beside me so I stopped to look at one of Harry as a baby.

“I hate that picture,” he remarked. “But mum refuses to take it down.” I laughed, looking up at him.

“It's cute,” I smiled, continuing to follow him. He carried on walking up the stairs and stopped at the top, opening the door to what I assumed was a guest bedroom. I could see my bag sitting in the corner and so stepped into the beige coloured room as Harry held the door open for me.

“The bathroom's right out there,” he pointed to the room opposite as he remained in the door frame.

“Thanks,” I shyly said, crouching over my bag as I pulled out what I needed.

“Take your time,” he kindly said. I smiled and he ran his fingers through his damp hair, making it look even messier. It looked good though. “My room’s right there-” he pointed to another door. “Just come in once you're done,” he smiled and with that, left. I honestly didn't know what to take so just grabbed a set of pyjamas and toiletries. I made my way to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I quietly stepped in the shower, not taking too long and after a few minutes I stepped out, shivering as the cold air clung at me. I slipped on my pyjamas, pulling the black vest top down above my chest and then brushed through my damp hair. Stepping back out of the bathroom, I quickly ran into the guest room where I threw my clothes into my bag and then headed back to Harrys room. I couldn't help but hesitate as I stood outside the closed door; I hadn't been in his room before. I reached out to open the door but he beat me to it - the door swung open to reveal Harry standing in calvin klein boxes and nothing more. I knew he liked to get naked but was he seriously trying to kill me!?

“Hey! I thought I heard you, what are you doing standing outside?” He laughed. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out, somehow my eyes kept flying back to his perfect toned, muscular stomach. I was going to faint. Snapping myself back to reality, I realised that I was still standing there gawking at him whilst he raised his eyebrows at me confusingly. I coughed and then looked back up at him, plastering a smile on my face.

“I was just about to come in,” I remarked, raising my eyebrows too. He laughed and closed the door behind me. Stepping inside, I could feel Harrys strong gaze on me but didn't turn around, instead I looked around his room. It was a typical boys' room: blue walls, a desk, bed, cd collection and something I was actually surprised about: really tidy. I walked over to the bed where a jack wills hoody was lying and jumped on it, smiling up at him like a toddler. He sat down next to me and I in response sat up, jumping when my back gave way.

“What's wrong?” Harry asked beside me.

“You're going to think I'm mad but I think I fell funny on my back before,” I confessed, laughing. He raised his eyebrows.

“Really?” He laughed. “Here, let me help.”

“How?” I asked, confused at his statement.

“Turn around,” He instructed and so I did as he said, facing away from him. I folded my legs across me as I sat on the double bed, wondering what he was doing. I felt his hands touch my shoulders and shivered at his touch. 

“Jeesh Car, you're so tense! Relax,” he whispered and I loosened my shoulders, sighing a little.

“That's nice,” I said it without really thinking about it. His fingers massaged my shoulder and I tilted my head back slightly, sinking into it. He pushed my hair aside and gently massaged my shoulders again. I closed my eyes and smiled, certainly not tense anymore and very much giving into his touch. His hands moved down my back and I almost fell backwards onto him though I kept myself aware of where I was and tried not to faint. He was actually quite a good masseuse; my back was suddenly a lot better. I felt him pause and was about to speak up though he started again, so I didn't want to seem rude and interrupt. His fingers stopped at the hem of my vest and he slowly lifted it up, exposing both my back and bra straps. His hands slid up my back and this time I did shiver again, not because of his cold touch but because of where I thought this was heading. I was about to open my mouth and speak but then thoughts began to run through my head. What would I say? I wasn’t ready? Because that wasn’t true. I wasn’t...scared anymore. If anything I wanted to. If he was ready, then so was I. His hands stopped on the back of my bra and my eyes snapped open. I straightened my back which somehow wasn't hurting anymore, and Harry jumped backwards.

“Sorry-” he began but I didn't let him finish. I spun around and crushed my lips against his. He tensed up, obviously surprised at my actions though immediately wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly towards him. I straightened up, kneeling on the bed as Harry traced circles on my arm, leaning backwards. His hands slid down my sides and he stopped at my things, grabbing the backs of them and pulling me down on top of him. I laughed and so did he, his hands messing my hair as my fingers traced his toned stomach. What was crazy was the fact that this didn't feel insane or awkward, it felt...amazing. And right. His tongue traced the outline of my lips and I allowed him entry immediately, our lips moving perfectly in sync as I discovered a new feeling. He carried on kissing me as though we didn't have tomorrow and I cringed slightly, realising that I seriously needed air. My actions said otherwise though; I sat up off Harry and kneeled up on the bed. Finally I managed to pull my lips from his and his eyes became alert, flickering from my strong gaze to my exposed stomach due to the rise in my vest. I felt myself blush and cringed, shying away, though his arms snaked around my waist and he kneeled up too, pulling me close to him.

“Don't,” he simply said, shaking his head. He hovered over me and I shyed away, though this time he let me. He followed me back down to the bed and as I lay down I shrank into the mattress, his towering body lying above me. He pressed himself against me and suddenly he was planting kisses all over me.

“You're - so - perfect,” he said between kisses and I smiled slightly, honestly not knowing what to say. Now the nausea was kicking in. I didn't want to worry, I didn't want to panic, I wanted the frightened feeling to disappear so I distracted myself by kissing him again. One of his hands stroked my cheek whilst the other travelled down my side, stopping at the hem of my top. He began to pull it up and I looked down, about to do it for him when a sound from downstairs startled me. Keys. Keys jangling in the door. Without thinking I quickly sat upright and pushed Harry off me with all the force I had. He obviously wasn't expecting it as he didn't prepare himself and went flying off the bed, a huge thump sounding as he hit the floor.

“Oh my God!” I hissed, jumping off the bed and kneeling down beside him. “I'm so sorry Harry!” My hands instantly flew to his face, tracing his cheek bones and jaw line as he looked up at me. He smiled and my heart fluttered as he tucked a loose layer of hair behind my ear. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“You’re insane,” he laughed beside me, playing with my hair.

“I know,” I admitted, smiling shyly. I quickly stood up, forgetting about what had just happened as his parents were now home and...oh my god, I was never ever going to go there.

“Where are you going?” he asked, a confused look spreading across his face as he stood to join me.

“Erm...bed?” I finally said. Harry laughed again.

“You’re not going to...sleep with me?” he asked, stepping closer to me. I couldn’t help but widen my eyes at which he began to chuckle.

“Calm down, I mean sleep – literally,” he laughed and I smiled slightly. My hand reached for my hair and I messed it slightly, diverting his humorous gaze.

“I just feel really bad Harry, I mean your mum got the spare room ready for me and I-” I admitted, pausing slightly. I didn’t know what else to say.

“Don’t worry, she won’t mind at all,” he encouraged.

“Really?”

“Really.”

I smiled brightly and ran past him, jumping onto the bed for the second time. He followed me and we both lay down. His arm draped around me and he linked our fingers together. This was unbelievable. This moment was perfect. I looked down at our joined fingers and suddenly felt my eyes begin to droop. I was actually really tired. I sighed and closed my eyes, edging closer to him and resting my head on his chest.

“Goodnight, Harry.”

“Night, Car.”

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