Psycho || Harry Styles

Chapter Two.

~ Sexual Content Warning ~

Asher

Finally harry stops at the only lit up building on the street, the windows are covered in newspaper and the building is covered in spray paint. It seems to be very- urban?

Opening the door, he walks in, waiting for me. I walk in after him and he starts to run upstairs. "Come." He smiles, pursing his lips. I smile and put my hand on the railing. I can feel my stomach become queazy, but I shake it off and run up the stairs after Harry.

Opening the door, he doesn't bother to turn the light on. Grabbing my hand, he leads me to a bed. The moonlight from the window is the only thing that is lighting up the room, it's just a plain room, with a bed, Flat screen TV, and a desk. Nothing too fancy and nothing too poor. See, I told you he was normal.
He takes off his coat slowly, hanging it up on the rack.

"I know." He mumbles to his shoulder.

"Know what?" I giggle.

"Nothing." He smiles, staring me up and down. Taking off his shoes, he steps towards me. "Lay on the bed." He whispers in a raspy voice.

I blush and do as he says. Slowly, he crawls on top of me, each arm on either side of me. Smirking, he breaths, kissing my neck. I've never done anything drunk, or sober, but I laugh a bit.

His hand runs slowly down my side as I can feel him nibble on the sensitive skin under my jaw. Harry's fingers slowly trickle up my side, and I can feel goosebumps spread throughout my body, leaning off me, he forcefully slides off my shirt.

I'm scared. What do I do, I just sit back right? Enjoy it? I just let it happen? I really want this, I don't know why, I don't know how. I just do. That's scares me.

Looking down on me, he admires his work on my neck, raising his head. Unbuttoning his shirt slowly, he places his knees In between my legs, sliding off his shirt, he leans down again. Finally, his lips plummet into mine. His lips are so cold, and plump. I kiss back, loving the coldness. His hand rubs my side and grips my hip roughly. My back arched and met Harry's hard on in his pants. Stopping, he smirks, taking in his bottom lip. His eyes wonder all over my body and I can feel my insecurities raise.

~ No Point Of View ~

Harry feels himself grow harder and harder as Asher mindlessly moans, raising her hips up and grinding again Harry's member.

Every other person just got straight to the pleasure, Harry is confused. He doesn't really know what to do because he wants to keep toying with the girl, but he also wants to feel good. Though Harry knows that after the sex is over, he won't find pleasure for another week after he kills this girl. He wants this one to feel great, so he slowly starts to plan it out in his head.

'Just get it over with!' The voice snaps at Harry. Harry shakes his head and looks away, he doesn't want to be scolded.

"What are you thinking?" Asher chirps in, leaning up on her elbows.

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Asher

"Nothing." Harry smirks as he stares down at me.

Standing up, he grabs a condom out of the drawer. Biting his lip, he stares at the condom. I feel like he keeps thinking this over and over. I'm on birth control, so there is no way I can get pregnant, also, Harry seems really nervous. I just want to do this already,

"Don't use it." I mutter.

"Huh?" Harry turns around, the moonlight reflects his abdomen, showing off all his tattoos. They are all spread out, and- weird? Though he looks sexy. So much more sexy in the moonlight.