Sweet Creature h.s au

One

"You know all the things I like,
Lavender, velvet,
Yeah, you got me melting" 

- Lavender and Velvet, Alina Baraz

Ella

Sweaty bodies moved around the room, ecstatic and forgetful of their surroundings and lives outside of the room they've been compacted into—even for a split second. The stench of alcohol made it's way to my nose, a sense of familiarity creeping it's way into my bones, almost shuddering at the fact that I told myself just last night that I wouldn't let myself be back here. However, I found myself looking around for the reason I ended up at this place most nights for the past few weeks. My eyes roamed the crowd looking for the pair of green eyes I'd become so infatuated with before sighing.

"God, why did I let you talk me into this?" I turned to the culprit who dragged me in the said situation, grimacing as I took one more look around the room.

"Come on, one last night won't hurt okay?" I rolled my eyes once more, remembering the exact same thing coming out of Judy's mouth several times this week. 

"I know you want to turn your life around and all that shit, but summer's almost over and who knows.. that guy you've been disappearing with might make an appearance again," She winked before flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulders, taking my hand into hers, dragging me through the crowd.

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A shot and two cocktails later, I found myself swaying along to Sia's voice booming through the speakers, letting myself go one last time as Judy put it before she disappeared upstairs with some guy leaving me to myself. 

In midst of it, I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind, the distinct smell of Tom Ford's Tobacco Vanille overpowering the stench of alcohol and sweat around the room. I found myself leaning into his familiar touch as he peppered kisses along my neck before he settled his lips on my ear whispering the words I'd heard several times over the summer.

"Ella.." He whispered as if to make it known it was him, as if I could mistaken anyone else for him.

"You wanna get out of here, my pretty girl?" The hoarseness in his voice from the several drinks and cigarettes he must have had before he got to me was enough to have me weak in the knees, yearning for him and his touch that I looked forward to almost every night since the first time. It didn't help that he was nibbling on my earlobe, having memorized every one of my weaknesses. 

My eagerness was evident as I grabbed his hand leading him away to the setting we seemed to end up in almost every night. 

-

"You like that, baby?" His voice spoke over my gasps of pleasure, withering away beneath his very naked body that covered almost ninety-nine percent of mine. There wasn't much I could allow myself to do besides nod as words failed me whenever he was around.

His wandering hands touched me where I needed them the most, flicking his thumb back and forth in a pattern that I'd grown accustomed to, the metal of the rings he adorned on his fingers adding to the pleasure,  my back arching at the familiar release he seemed to achieve within minutes, every single time.

He settled himself in between my legs, his lips on mine almost immediately, gently slipping inside, rocking back and forth as small gasps of pleasure left his mouth. Through my own pleasure, I found myself admiring the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips in-between moans, eyes squeezed shut as his hands roamed my body, grabbing at whatever he could.

"Fuck.. I'm coming, Harry" I closed my eyes, basking in the feeling I was nearly sure I would never feel again with another man, my body moulding with his as we rode out our highs together, once again.

Rolling on to a side, he discards the used condom into a bin near the bed before wrapping one arm around my waist, settling his face in to the crook of my neck. His lips leave soft kisses on my skin that glistened with sweat, a bittersweet feeling hung around the moment we shared, wondering if I would see him again, now that summer's over and Josh's parties had come to an end.

"Hey?" I found myself beginning to voice out my thoughts as he gently lifts his head from where it resided at the crook of my neck, propping his head up on his elbow facing me.

He hummed.

"S' the last night of summer.." I dragged. We had not once had a conversation about what this was, or a proper conversation, honestly, period. Except for finding our way back to each other almost every single night at a party and ending up in some dingy bedroom, giving ourselves to each other before he sneaked out in the morning, not much had been said about what this was.  

"Yeah, so?" He questioned.

"I just.. will I see you again?" My eyes raked over his face, a sight for sore eyes, jawline carved by the gods and lips slightly red and puffy from our activities from a few minutes ago. 

His lack of interest in conversing with me before or after our escapades made me realize that this was definitely nothing more and while it wasn't like I was obsessing over him and in love or something, I could not deny that I was extremely attracted to him. And the sex. God, the sex. 

"Mm.. depends, do you want to see me again?" A lazy smirk adorned his face, teasingly as I let out a inaudible breath of relief that I didn't realize I had been holding in. 

"Maybe," I played it coy, causing him to raise an eyebrow as if to accusingly point out that I was the one that asked him whether I'll see him in the first place.

"I'd like to see you again, yes," I admitted shyly, reaching out and brushing the few stray hairs loose on his face, tucking them behind his ear unknowingly. My affectionate gesture didn't go unnoticed by him though as a small smile graced his face, a rare sight, my heart thumping out of my chest at how beautiful he really was. Often having passed out right after we had sex, only for one of us to leave before we managed to have a proper conversation or meeting, I realized I never got to admire him properly. 

He hummed once more, snaking his arms around my stomach so my back was to his front, burying his head in my neck, his curls tickling my neck. 

"Sleep, pretty baby," 

And no more was said between us that night as I drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

-

I woke up to a harsh ligh. Realizing the curtains of whatever room I was in weren't drawn making me groan, the slight hangover from the few drinks I'd downed creeping in through a splitting headache. My state of disorientation had however let me escape the fact that there was a weight on my stomach where a head laid, gripping my hips tightly, small snores and breaths of air hitting my very bare stomach. The realization that Harry had actually stayed made me feel some type of way, finally settling with contentment as the superior feeling.

After a while of basking in contentment, I felt him stirring, looking up at me before leveling his face with mine.

"G'morning.." He rasped out, voice laced with sleep and desire, an addictive huskiness to it, making my stomach churn. He gently placed one of his hands on the side of my face, caressing it as he leaned down to capture my lips into his. The state of bliss I was in was indescribable as I let myself get lost in the man that was Harry Styles, a man who I knew nothing about except his exceptional skills in bed. But then and there, I vowed to change that. 

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Hi! I hope you guys like the first chapter... I realize that it might be a little confusing so I'll just explain it a bit.. you'll unravel more as you read on. 

Harry and Ella met over the summer, a one night stand turned into a repetitive thing (Story starts after they've been doing this for a couple weeks). They've not made much of an effort to extend their relationship outside of the whole sleeping together part.. obviously. Which will change.. obviously.

Anyways, hope you guys like the first chapter. I got so much in store for this story. Please give it a chance!

All The Love,

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