Gone by Dawn | Harry Styles

Wildest Dreams

**Explicit Content**

"Harry," I moan into his ear. I wrap my arms around his neck so our bare chests are pressed together. Almost every night, every opportunity we get, we take to fuck each other's brains out.

"Shhh," He hushes my moans so that we don't get caught. Our recklessness has almost gotten us caught several times but we have become addicted to the feeling. Whether it be the feeling of being connected with one another, the high we get or the adrenaline from doing it and almost getting caught. Our sweaty bodies stick to each other's as Harry thrusts in and out of me at a steady pace, I cup his cheek bringing his face to mine and deeply kiss his soft, plump lips that I'll never get tired of. Our heavy breathing match each other as I almost reach my climax.

"Harry, I'm close," I say almost inaudible due to my unsteady breathing. He adds pressure to my clit and begins to rub, and that's all I need to push me over the edge. I feel myself flex around him and before he could climax, he pulls out and begins to pump himself. I replace his hand with mine, as I pump him he softly bites my shoulder to muffle his moans. Not too long after, Harry reaches his high and cums covers my hand in his mess. Harry dresses himself in boxers and gets me tissues to clean myself up with, "Thanks," I say.

I dress myself and prepare myself to go back to my bunk but not without giving Harry a goodbye kiss, as I pull away Harry pulls me back down to him to deepen the kiss. I smile into the kiss but pull away shortly.

"Goodbye, Lieutenant Styles," I say as I bite my lip. He loves it when I do that, before it used to be something I did when I was nervous, now I do it to tease him.

"Stay for a bit?" He asks with a pout plastering his face.

"You know I can't," I shake my head as I begin to walk away, but I didn't get far as he pulls me back in between his legs as he sits at the end of the stretcher bed.

"Nobody will know," He tries to convince me otherwise.

"Yes, but that's only because I don't hang around for somebody to know," I smile as I shake my head.

"It's only 12:30am, nobody is awake but us. Just come lay for 5 mins. Max. I promise," I look into his forest green eyes that never fail to convince me to do the things I know we shouldn't. I huff in failure as he pulls me down with him onto the bed.

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0500

Saturday, 7th June 2014

"Olivia," I faintly hear my name as I feel my shoulders being shaken.

"Olivia," There it is again, I thought.

"Olivia," This time my eyes start to open and it all comes clear to me. I was dreaming.

"Damn Girl, you look a mess," Janice says to me. Janice is one of the girls that I have become close to as we share a bunk together so it was the inevitable. "You were moaning in your sleep. Did someone have a wet dream?" She smirks.

"Ha-Ha-Ha," I mockingly laugh at her. I try and not let her see the truth of what I actually dreamt about so when she asked me about it I lied and said that I got shot in my dream and that I was left for dead in a hole. Without hesitation she took the white lie.

"Better get dressed and ready, our regiment is heading out soon so be ready," She informs me.

That was one of my wildest dreams.

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2000

Saturday, 7th June 2014

It has been one of those days. We relocated to a new area, closer I believe. To what? That I am not sure of myself. This time we are not staying in tent-like bunks but instead an actual building with walls. It's only 8pm but I am more than ever ready for some sleep as I have no idea what we are in for tomorrow.

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2334

Saturday, 7th June 2014

"Crosby," I hear my name being whispered. I was having trouble sleeping so it wasn't difficult to disturb me.

"What?" I ask not knowing who it was.

"Come," I climb out of bed without hesitation and follow the direction as to where the voice came from. Lieutenant Styles stands outside with a freshly lit cigarette in-between his fingers - typical.

"Fancy seeing you here," I jokingly say. He smiles which beckons his dimples to temporarily  indent his perfect face. His smile is so contagious that even if it was my mother's funeral he could still make me smile.

"Let's go for a walk," He begins to walk but I don't follow. As soon as he notices he comes to a halt and turns around to where our eyes meet.

"I will... when you put out that cigarette," I bargain with him. He takes one last puff and buts it out on the wall, flicking it away into the dark. I smile in victory and catch up to him as I blindly follow him to the unknown.

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0111

Sunday, 8th June 2014

We've been talking for hours about everything and anything. My eyes trace over the tattoos that scatter his arms wondering what they mean but also not wanting to know. I will probably regret being awake this late but as of right now, I couldn't imagine doing anything else than sitting under the stars with Lieutenant Styles. I daze off as his voice fills the silence, he tells me awful dad jokes but they never fail to make me laugh because they are terrible.

"What's Forest Gump's password?" He asks.

"What?"

"1forrest1," I break out into silent laughter at the terribleness of the joke. I cover my mouth to keep quiet and so does Lieutenant Styles.

"You have a pretty smile," Lieutenant Styles slides in a compliment. My cheeks flush red but due to the darkness, nobody is able to tell. I cover my mouth to stop the urge to smile. He pulls my hand away and smiles with me.

"Don't hide it," He whispers as he removes my hand from my face. I look deeply into his eyes as he leans in I unknowing do too. Before my brain has the time to process it, Lieutenant Styles' delicate, pink lips are against mine - They felt just like what my dream thought they would but better somehow. He places his smooth hand against my cheek to deepen the kiss. Our tongues tangoed together, as we began to lose our breath, I pulled away. Our foreheads resting on each other, our breathing regulating once again, my heart beats out of my chest.

"Fuck," He mumbles under his breath, "I've been wanting to do that for so long, you have no idea."

I smile at his comment. I do have an idea because I too have eye fucked Lieutenant Styles over 100 times a day. I lean in for a quick peck on his lips and quickly pull away before something is started that can't be finished. I bite my lip as the intensity of the silence and his eyes on me make me nervous.

"It's late," I note. Trying to take the tension off of us.

"We'll head back," he stands to his feet, offering his hand to help me up and I kindly take his gesture.

We make our way back to our camp in silence. My mind begins to do the whole overthinking thing that it likes to do. God, what would my mother think of me doing this? Would she be disappointed that I'm getting distracted from work because of a boy? Oh and Callan, although we're no longer together, I feel like I'm doing wrong by him. He would think I have no self respect sneaking around with a solider that's above me in ranks.

"Well... goodnight, Private Crosby," Harry whispers as we stand outside my bunk, now feeling the awkward tension between us and what this means for us moving forward.

"Goodnight, Lieutenant Styles," We address each other professionally as if nothing even happened. Perhaps he's having regrets. His career is on the line if anyone ever finds out.