Out of Reach (A Harry Styles Fan Ficton)

Chapter 7

WARNING MATURE CONTENT

HARRY

I watched in absolute fucking awe as she moved across the stage, her small body owning the whole damn thing. I could never understand why she believes she has anything to be nervous about as I watched the crowd go crazy for her, just like how I felt inside for her.

The very sight of her skin, and her deep brown eyes tore my insides to shreds and made me want to do anything she wanted me to do. Looking at her now, without any alcohol or annoyance in my system I could see how people fall in love her with just by seeing her perform.

I know it's just lust, absolutely insane lust that drives us together and I can't help the growing tightness in the front of my jeans as I watch her moving her hips on stage knowing later that I'll be inside of her, making her call out my name. They very thought made me want to run out on stage and throw her over my shoulder and take her right here, right behind this stage.

Before I knew it her set was over and the lights fell down. I gasped when I felt her arms wrap around my waist in the dark before I immediately relished in her touch and responded to her hug. When the lights came back on she looked up at me with wet cheeks and a huge smile plastered on her face. Her entire body was trembling as she struggled to get the words out.

"That was the best performance of my life!" She shrieked. "Did you see the crowd? The energy was absolutely insane."

"I know, you were incredible. It was incredible." I smiled at her, rubbing circles on her back.

She hugged me again before I could feel her start to cry against my chest. "Thank you so much for being here. I was so so nervous and having you here makes it so much easier."

"Of course. Do you plan on going out?" I ask her, having over heard some other performers talking about some kind of after party.

Her expression immediately changed before she softly answered, "No, I don't usually go to the after party stuff."

I wanted to question her and ask her why but by her expression I figured it was something I shouldn't push her about and ruin her night.

"Well I say we go back to the hotel, order some pizza and some cheap wine and have our own after party." I reached down and grabbed her hand causing her to look up at me with wide eyes.

She softly nodded before leading the way to the exit of the arena

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Ashanti could not sit still the entire car ride back to the hotel and even after asking her multiple times if she was okay she insisted that she was fine.

I let it go and as promised ordered our pizza and wine from room service as she showered. When she came out of the shower, braids in a bundle on top of her head, a towel wrapped around her body. Her baby hairs sticking to her neck and around her face, and her skin glistening with moisture I almost tossed the wine and pizza off of the bed and began ravishing her. Instead I took a deep breath as she sauntered over to the bed.

"Enjoy your shower?" I asked, nervously rubbing my palms over my jeans.

"Mhm." She hummed. In a swift motion she dropped her towel to the floor leaving her completely naked right in front of me.

"Jesus Christ." I groaned, attempting to take all of her in.

She smirked before climbing on the bed next to me and grabbing a glass of wine and leaning back against the pillows.

"So you enjoyed the show?" She asked, teasingly opening her legs.

My mouth felt so dry I was afraid I wouldn't recognize my voice if I used it, so I opted for a nod instead.