Fuck Buddies [Harry Styles Fan-Fiction]

Chapter 40

What up?! I feel like I've died and come back, like I haven't written this in forever but really it's been like two weeks!): anyways! I was reading through the comments and I was like crying my eyes out at how nice you guys all are like, omfg I Love you all and I am so thankful you guys care and it just makes my day!!!

Song :fallingforyou -the 1975

I LOVE U

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"All the bags are in the taxi, are you ready?" harry said, wrapping his arms around me while staring at me through the mirror. every time he would touch me I felt dirty, my soul felt fucking dirty.

"Yeh," I haven't said much to harry all morning, and I'm thankful he hasn't pushed the situation.

"C'mon then" he moved the hair away from my neck and kissed lightly, my eyes watching him through the mirror. images of Niall doing the same thing floated through my mind.

"Okay, harry lets just go." I couldn't even look him in the eye, I felt so dead inside. He frowned, kissing me one last time before heading out of the bathroom. I looked at myself one last time in the mirror, taking a deep breath , I grabbed my duffle bag and headed toward the front door. Anne and Robin were hugging harry and saying their goodbyes.

"Have a safe flight!" Anne yelled at harry as he walked trough the door. she turned to me, tears in her eyes. "take care of harry ok?" I nodded, the feeling of guilt washing through my veins again.

"Ok." I mustered a fake smile and hugged robin before leaving the household.

Harry opened the door for me as I got in the taxi as to which I nodded and bidded him a smile. he slide in next to me, staring at me as he did up his seat belt. I had no idea what was going through his head but the way his bit his lip left me uneasy, like a he knew.. he couldn't know, unless Niall told him. but if he knew then he wouldn't be talking to me. I stared out the window and got lost in my thoughts, something In just prone to doing whenever I get in a car. I felt harry put his hand on my thigh, his fingers grazing it the bare skin. I tried not to pay attention but the higher he got the more anxious I became. I felt his fingers press against my opening. this is what I get for wearing a skirt. I took in a sharp breath, my face turning crimson. I looked up, harry was staring out his window, smirking and the Perv of a taxi driver averted his eyes from harry and i.

I smacked Harry's hand away just as he was squeezing his fingers around my panties, he looked at me a pouted. I motioned at the taxi driver and harry laughed.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and texted me.

H- you don't like an audience?

R- No harry, I don't like random guys getting off to us

H-He does have bulge... but so do I. ;)

R- ew harry why are you looking at his dick?

H- I wasn't looking, it's noticeable, he keeps rubbing his leg against it and moaning, can't you hear him?

R- I tone people out harry.

H- yeah I've realized. what's up with you?):

r- nothing harry, just stress.

He didn't text back, instead he put his phone away and scooted closer to me, his smell alone can cure cancer.

"Don't be stressed, I'm here for you I always will be. Okay?" He rubbed my cheeks, his lips brushing against mine. I nodded in his arms before he pressed his lips against mine. He didn't feel foreign anymore, I recognize his kisses and I try to hold onto them forever. "we should stop kissing." harry says inbetween kisses.