Harry Styles X Reader

Accident

Of course this happened to you. It couldn't possibly have happened to anyone else, because only you have the worst luck on earth. It was one of those nights; you were bored and stressed out and a little bit sad, sitting on the floor drinking wine alone and watching terrible television, and halfway through the bottle Harry started to text you. Nothing particularly serious or life changing, just a picture of something he thought was funny like he's wont to do, but your heart jumped into your throat anyway that he thought to share it with you. Most of the time you were good at ignoring your crush on him, but with alcohol added to the mix it was much harder to pretend you didn't want him with everything you had. So maybe in your head you allowed yourself the private fantasy of being his lover, that you were laying on your living room floor drinking and texting him as your boyfriend. It made your night a little bit brighter, made you giggle and feel warm in your face when he called you 'love' and you could imagine that he really meant it and wasn't just being his regular sweet self. Eventually, he fell asleep. Or so you assumed, as he stopped replying. It was just past midnight, and you sighed to yourself as you rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling. Of course you had to fall for the most unattainable man you could possibly find, but thinking of that shiny hair, those bedroom eyes and perfectly sculpted hands, it wasn't as if you could be blamed for feeling the way you do. He could turn you on in an instant, without even trying. Oh, the things you would do to him if you had permission. Biting your lip, you let your mind drift to a place where you can get revenge for all the times he left you so sexually frustrated you could hardly see straight, just by being in his presence. You'd drive him just as crazy as he drives you, make him beg for it, make him cum so much and so good that he forgot how to think. Before you know it, you made the decision that sealed your fate. Lost in your imagination, you turned your phone camera on and pointed it to yourself, let the lens take in your bitten lips and down to the cleavage revealed by your top. You cooed his name, drifting your fingertips over your skin as you fantasized about sending him the video while he's on tour and away from you, making him desperate for you with your little private show. The thought of it makes you grow wet and hot between your thighs. You stop the recording and start another one, this time letting your fingers pull your top down enough to show the rounded tops of your nipples, beginning to harden under your own touch as you drag your nails over them lightly. You shut your eyes and let out a sigh with his name at the end of it. In the end, you make six videos, each more explicit than the last. The final one is shaky and unfocused, nothing but panting breaths and whimpering moans, the sound of your fingers working through your own slick as you drive yourself over the edge. And again, as your muscles clench up and your back arches, you cry out his name. You fell asleep buzzing, curled up right there on the floor with reruns of your favourite tv show playing quietly on the tv above your head, and when you wake up it's a good little while before you can orient yourself enough to figure out what happened. It's only as you sit up and realize you're naked from the waist down that you remember what happened, and you shiver in humiliation. Pushing your face into your palms, you groan and curse yourself for being so pathetic and thirsty. At least I was alone, you think to yourself as you drag yourself into the bathroom to shower. It's as you're brushing your teeth that you hear your phone ring from the living room where you left it. The call has gone to voicemail by the time you get to it, but as you take a glance at the screen your eyes bulge. 11 missed calls and 4 voicemails, all from Harry. Furrowing your brow, you unlock your phone and make to call him back, hoping that everything is okay with him when you see the message screen from the night before come up, and all your worst fears come out to stare you right in the face. Because it turns out, the last thing you apparently sent to Harry last night wasn't the relatively harmless texts you thought, but the video of yourself having a shaking, keening orgasm and moaning his name all through it. Your jaw drops, your heart stops beating. What the fuck? What the fuck. You can't begin to imagine how you did it, because you know for a fact you didn't mean to do it. But there it is, sent and delivered with a 'Read: 1:29 AM' below it. And at that moment if someone had broken into your place and killed you dead, you would've thanked them for it. Your phone vibrates again in your trembling hand, and again, it's a text from Harry. Please call me back. You can't breathe; he's going to tell you you're disgusting and demand you never contact him again. Or, he's going to tell you it's okay, and be devastatingly normal about the fact that he now knows you've been harboring beyond friendly feelings for him and were recording yourself masturbating to the thought of him. You honestly don't know what's worse. You turn your phone off. It's too much, too humiliating, too devastating, too awful. Whatever Harry has to say, you don't want to hear it. You can't hear it, and in order to preserve your sanity, you're going to ignore him. You know you owe him an explanation, and eventually you'll give him one, but for the time being you just want to curl up and die. Even when you hear his fist on the door, pounding as he calls your name. You startle when you hear it, then sink down lower onto the couch, face buried in your hands. "I know you're in there," he appeals to you, his voice rougher than normal. "Will you open the door?" "Harry, please go." Your voice is so pitiful it almost makes you cry at yourself. "Are you alright?" He sounds like he has a very tenuous hold on his patience, and it only makes you feel even worse. "Please, just open the door." "I can't," your voice wavers, and you feel like you're about to fly into a million pieces. "I can't-...I'm so-..." You shut your eyes tight against the burning of frustrated and embarrassed tears. "I'm so sorry. It was an accident! I didn't mean to send it to you!" There is silence on the other side of the door for a few tense moments, and then Harry's words are tight. "But, you meant to record it." It isn't a question. "You meant to say my name." You can't refute that in any way, and so you choose to stay silent, a couple of hot tears slipping down your cheeks. "Open the door, please." Realizing that he isn't going to leave this alone easily, you send a silent prayer up to the heavens and unlock the door with shaking fingers, pressing your numb lips together. Across your threshold Harry looks a little disheveled, clearly wearing last night's clothing and his hair a bit stringy as it escapes his bun and into his face. His lips are red and glistening, like they've been between his teeth all night, and though you can't put a name to the expression on his face (something anxious and strange) the hard lines do soften a bit when he sees that you're crying. He's so handsome, and even under the current circumstances you just want to throw your arms around him. Harry looks you up and down, breathing in a sharp breath through his lips, and then he lifts one long arm to lean against your doorway, his posture shifting, and his eyes are wide beacons on your face as he stares down at you. "Just...tell me what happened. Tell me why you did that." Your bottom lip trembles and you beg him with your eyes not to make you speak the words, but he stands firm, an immovable force staring you down, and you break. "I just really...I really like you and I've liked you for a while and last night I was kinda drunk and I started to think what if you were my boyfriend and I could send you videos like that to turn you on and I'm so sorry I swear I didn't mean to send it and I know you never want to see me again but-" The words flew out of your mouth on one long breath and when you finally stop to suck in air you take the chance to peek up at him from where you'd been staring down at your feet, and Harry looks like he's stopped breathing, his eyes even wider. There's a very pregnant pause, in which you, again, wish for the earth to swallow you up, and you're about to apologize again, as profusely as you can, when Harry moves, quick like a panther. He crosses the threshold, wraps the long fingers of one hand around your hair at the back of your head, and drags your mouth up to his. He kisses you so ravenously that you can't help the moan that you let out, his tongue licking past your lips and tangling with your own as his other arm wraps around your waist and hauls you in up against his hot, strong body. You lose yourself in the way he tastes and the way he smells and the way his fingers tighten in your hair when you return his embrace and slide your tongue against his in return. It's just as you always imagined, except so, so much better, and when he pulls back he rests his forehead against yours and pants against your mouth. "That video made me so fucking hard." His voice is a rasping whisper, so deep that it makes you whimper and hold onto him tighter. "Drove me crazy..." He pauses to kiss you again, and this time you're more prepared for it, sucking on the tip of his tongue and tugging on his hair and relishing in the ragged sound that he makes, the way he drags himself away from your mouth like it's taking all of his willpower to do so. "But I had to...had to make sure. Is this something that you want?" When he looks at you again, his eyes are bright and still a little bit questioning. Am I something you want? Truly? He doesn't say it, but you know it's there. "Yes," you breathe, wrapping your arms tight around him and pressing your mouth to the corner of his, nuzzling against his cheek and letting him sigh against your own. "Yes, yes, yes." His fingers bunch in the back of your top, before they slide lower and rest, tantalizingly, just above your ass. "Then why don't we work on getting a live version of that video going?"