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[contains sexual content]

"I can handle my liquor better than you, Styles." I teased him, clinking my glass with his.

We both took the last shot before leaving the building, heading towards my apartment. His fingers were intertwined with mine, stumbling down the street together.

I tripped going up the stairs but Harry wrapped his arms round me, holding me up, a laugh falling from both of our lips. We reached my door where I struggled to get the key in, but finally did after about five minutes, both of us nearly falling through the doorway.

Harry and I both stopped, his green eyes looking into mine. Suddenly, he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine in a hard kiss. 

I smiled against his lips, my arms wounded around his neck and into his hair. His lips moved slowly and gently against mine, his hands pulling me closer to him.

He grabbed the back of my thighs and mumbled a 'jump' against my lips. I did as he said, his large hands gripping my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist, my lips moving harder against his.

"Bedroom?" He mumbled against my lips, pulling back to look at me.

"Second room on the right."

He quickly moved his feet, kicking open the door with his foot, dropping me gently on the bed. He moved so that he was hovering over me, leaning down and kissing my lips gently. He trailed kisses from my mouth down to my neck, sucking gently at the skin.

Luke knew exactly where that one spot was that made me go wild. 

Shiver broke out across my body at the thought of Luke and the feeling of Harry's lips pressing against my soft skin, his cold fingers pushing underneath my shirt. He stood back on his knees, pulling his shirt form his body, nearly ripping mine from me.

My eyes caught the black ink covering his body but only a glimpse before he was pressing his lips against my collarbone, dipping a hand into my pants. He moved his fingers against my clit, his lips sucking harshly at my skin.

I bit down on my lip to stop from moaning as he slipped a finger into me, stroking me gently. I moved a hand into his hair, tugging gently at the locks.

Luke loved it when I pulled his hair.

He let out a breathy moan against my mouth before suddenly hooking his fingers in the waistband of my shorts, pulling the material form my body. He fumbled with his belt buckles before kicking off his jeans.

"You want to do this?" He asked me, his nose brushing against mine.

I nodded. "Yes, please."

"Alright, darling." He breathed, situating himself between my legs, pressing himself against my entrance. 

He snapped his hips against mine, a loud moan falling from my lips at the feeling of him filling me up. He tucked his head into my neck, pressing kisses to my mouth.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good." He moaned as I widened my legs a bit wider, allowing him to hit at a deeper anger. 

The feeling of Luke's fingers pressing against my skin made me let out a breathy moan. The thought of his body moving against mine was enough for me to grip his shoulder's tightly, my nails digging into the flesh on his back.

He moved his lips to my neck, biting down gently, leaving an arrangement of marks, I was sure. He put a hand on my hip, moving his hips slightly upward, hitting the spot inside me that made me go wild.

I was nearly screaming his name by now, my nails probably drawing blood on his back. I arched into his chest, coming undone underneath him. The thought of Luke was enough to push me over the edge. 

He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me up as he finished as well. He kissed my lips gently as we both come down from our high, both trying to catch our breaths.

"Fuck, Harry." I breathed, my eyes still closed.

Luke. 

Harry collapsed beside me, breathing heavily. 

Oh god, I can't believe I just did that. 

Tears were starting to burn my eyes as Harry moved around beside me. 

"I uh-I'm going to got take a shower." I said before quickly moving from the bed to the bathroom, where I locked the door, turned on the shower, and stepped inside

A quiet sob racked my body as the hot water rained down on me. I was thinking about Luke my entire time with Harry. 

How disgusting was I? I pushed my palms into my eyes in hopes to stop seeing those blue eyes but nothing worked.

I found someone as kind-hearted and perfect as Harry and I couldn't even enjoy my time with him because all I could think about was Luke.

About the way Luke touched me, how well he knew my body, how good he made me feel. Not Harry, Luke.

I quickly put a hand against my mouth to muffled the sobs that fell from it so Harry wouldn't hear.