Clouds {Harry Styles A.U}

Chapter 5

Isabel's P.O.V

"Kiss me?"

And I do.

Our lips connect and electricity shoots through my body. It's slow movement, surveying every curve of his lips while he does the same. The speed begins to pick up as Harry slips his tongue past my parted lips. It's foreign at first, his mouth rough from lack of water but the sensation is exhilarating. Lifting me up to lay me down against my pillows, Harry seperates our mouths. I am given a moment to breathe until I feel his wet lips connect on my neck and my breath is knocked out of me. A moan escapes my throat and I am momentarily surprised at my sudden vocalness. Harry's excitement is rubbing against my thighs as he grinds his hips into mine.

"Harry" I raspily whisper in his ears. I can't tell if I'm trying to get his attention or just moaning his name. But the way his mouth is working on my heated body I want it to continue.

Harry stops abrubtly and I'm met with those emerald green eyes I'm beginning to crave. "You're beautiful Isabel." My stomach flutters. The way my name rolled of his tongue so lustfully makes my lower levels tingle. Combined with his accent I think I'm in ecstasy.

We continue our heated make out impromptu. I manage to flip us over so Harry is underneath me. My sight is glued to his exposed torso and I lick my lips at such a delicious site. Large hands pulls me down and our chests are touching and our lips are once again, one. My fingers navigate to his hair and each digit runs through his curls. Seconds later Harry has both hands reaching underneath my oversized shirt. A loud gasp echoes once he realizes my lack of bra. The rem of shirt is lifted over my head.

"Beautiful." He bites his lip at my now bare chest.

I'm not one to be shy in situations like this. I had sex a long time ago with my high school boyfriend but he cheated on me with the high school skank. I mean honestly it was pretty obvious yet I still stated with him until I was done. It sounds like I used him but I only used him so I wouldn't be alone.

But Harry is different. Pardon the fact I don't really know what type of person Harry is, he makes me sense something between us. I am unsure what but I want to find out.

Just not right now.

"I think we should slow down." My lips brush against his as I breathily speak.

"Okay." He agrees. Well that was easy.

"Okay."  And I roll of of him, grabbing my sheets to cover my chest.

"What's with your tattoo?" He asks. "What does 'to be loved and to be in love' mean?"

"It means what it says."

"Tell me more about yourself."  He says.

A smirk is placed on my face," I will. As long as you do the same. "

Harry's chest vibrates from laughter, "Deal."

We sat there for hours upon hours. Just talking and spilling every memory, secret, and future dreams to one another. And within those hours, it was as if I had known Harry for all his life and he the same.

And in that moment, we were saved.

Harry's P.O.V

Time rolled by amazingly fast. When I woke up I told myself to leave before Isabel woke up but there was an invisible string pulling me back to her every time I reached the door. So I went and locked myself in her bathroom and tried to rid my stomach of the gallons of alcohol I had consumed. To be quite honest, I wasn't expecting to have a topless Isabel straddling my lap in a heated make-out session. There is just something about her that is addictive.