MY GIRL // Harry Styles

Storm In A Teacup

In the next two weeks, sex was all there was to them. Most of the time they saw each other, somehow, for whatever reasons, it always ended with sex, like two teenagers falling in love for the first time. But they weren't teenagers, and it wasn't love, or at least not the kind that they'd experienced and heard of before. So the correct way to put it would be, a man and a woman trying to get close to each other without hurting themselves. And they were fine with that, at least for the moment.

It was just another lazy Saturday morning. Thea had a day off and Harry was as busy as always. He had to be at the table read for his new film at 10 AM. But there was plenty of time until then to bury himself inside of her for the second time in the shower.

Thea's flat had become their new secret hideout, a place for them to strip bare and do all the things they wanted without caring about the rest of the world. Harry had stayed over so often that he now had his own toothbrush in her bathroom. That should be weird for two people who were only fucking. But strangely, it wasn't. They actually enjoyed each other's company, not just the mind-blowing sex.

"Oh, you're still here?" Thea asked, leaning against the doorway with a glass of orange juice in her hand while watching Harry pour himself some black coffee. Her hair was damp from the shower and she was still in her bathrobe, but she enjoyed that view too much to go dry off and get changed. How could she ever get enough of watching a beautiful half-naked Harry drinking coffee in the middle of her kitchen? Impossible.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing." She pressed her lips into a cheeky smile, shaking her head. "Shouldn't you be going to work?"

Harry looked at the clock on the wall and gave her a shrug. "It's still pretty early," he said, laughing slightly.

"Well, you shouldn't be late on your first day on set."

"We haven't got to filming yet, kid. The table read is basically where all the actors sit down together with the creators of the project to read the script and discuss their parts."

"Sounds fun."

"Boring actually. That's why I need coffee to stay awake." Then he brought his mug to where she stood and pinched her side after pecking her on the lips. It was weird that his tiny playful teasing was what turned her on the most.

"Are you getting a sex scene in this one?" She asked, watching him flop down on the couch and place his mug on her coffee table. His eyebrows furrowed in response to her question.

"Why?" He chuckled. "Are you jealous?"

"Curious." She rolled her eyes.

"Hmm." Harry crossed one leg, lifting an eyebrow as he leaned back to make himself more comfortable. "It's okay if you're jealous. I don't mind."

"Those sex scenes are fake anyway."

"But the kissing is real."

Laughing, she walked up to him and put her empty glass right by his coffee, and without warning, pressing him down on the sofa so she was now lying on top of him. Harry didn't need her to say the word. He quickly untied her bathrobe and cupped her face to kiss her hard on the mouth, biting her bottom lip as he teased, "I'm gonna kiss my co-star just like this."

"Do whatever you want," she said as a whisper. "I know no one can kiss you like I do."

"You're right, kid." He laughed hoarsely, nodding fast. "No one can."

When Harry moved in, Thea trembled in reaction to the tenderness of his lips against her neck, which he knew would turn the key to her engine. There was something about her that kept him coming back for more. It wasn't just the sex, it was all the other things, like watching her sleep, making her breakfast, and kissing her good morning, and goodnight. He found joy in discovering little things that she loved, outside and inside the bedroom. And after the last two weeks, he thought he now knew her body like the back of his hand. He knew that once he kissed her neck, her resistance would come to dust. She could act as indifferent as she possibly could, but when he leaned in to caress her skin, slow and gentle, she would toss her head back, hands running through his hair, begging for more.