PARTY UP THE STREET - HARRY STYLES (AU)

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P H O E B E

s u n d a y
1 2 a m

I sigh, pulling the pillow to cover my face.

Damn Harry.

He's the cockiest shit I've ever met, the sweetest boy I've met.

But also the biggest prick.

He promised that there would he know party on Sunday evening since some people have exams the following day. I don't know why I believed him yesterday, he's a teen. They're all young, of course they're going to party no matter any exams.

I closed my eyes, telling myself stories in my head so I could block out the sound (that I could hear through my earbuds) and at last fall asleep.

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3 a m

"Harry." I moan, my hands reaching down to grab his brown locks in my tanned, manicured hands.

"You taste so good." Harry whimpers, and I can't help but buck my hips as I feel his hot breath against my heat.

"More." I cry, tugging his hair and he groans at the gesture.

I look down and see Harry's shiny, pink pretty plump lips waiting patiently by my spread legs.

"Harry." I moan. "Please." I hook my legs over is back and buck my hips once again, wanting to feel something.

"Please." I cry out.

"Phoebs?" I felt Jack poke me and I sat up quickly, almost head butting him.

"Shit." I held my hand to my heart. "Don't do that."

"You were moaning." Jack says.

"I was?" I pant, my skin clammy.

"And speaking." I furrow my eyebrows at him. "Saying please. Begging me to touch you." Jack kisses my jaw and I breath out, worrying I said Harry's name out loud.

I lay down in bed and grab Jacks biceps as he leans over me, my head rolling back.

"What do you want me to do, baby?" He asks.

"I want you to touch me." I gulp. Jack never touches me, we usually just have a quick fuck.

He pulled down my panties to find I was extremely wet.

"So wet for me baby, always."

Unfortunately for him, it was because of Harry. Not himself.

I mentally facepalm. I had a wet dream about Harry, a boy 6 years younger than me. A boy who is a teenager.

I moan out, thinking of Harry and what he could do with those tanned, ring covered masculine hands. The sight of that tattoo is enough to get me going.

"Ha- Jack! Fuck." I almost called out Harry's name, though I don't think he noticed.

Nor do I think he notices where my clit is. I buck my hips in hopes to direct him to my clit, though it doesn't work.

"Mm- I'm almost there." I fake, reaching my hand down and taking ahold of Jacks hair, though it's not as luscious as Harry's.

I've gotten pretty good at faking an orgasm.

Jacks fingers slipping in and out of me at an unsteady pace, and his tongue every so often hitting my clit was making me tired.

"Fuck.." I buck my hips in a fake orgasm, slowly riding myself out on his face which feels better than that whole experience did.

Jack lies beside me, chuckling. "That wasn't what I was expecting."

I roll to my side, laughing. "Yeah. Me neither."

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m o n d a y
6 : 3 0 p m

"Really?" Jack scrunches his face up as I picked up the tub of peanut butter down the spreads aisle in our local Tesco. "You've been doing really well. I've noticed a difference since you've been going for a jog everyday."

I had been going for a jog since I last saw Harry, although I never came across him again.

"Good job I'm doing it for myself then, not you." I smile sarcastically, slamming the jar down in the trolley. If I added anymore force, I would've smashed it through the gaps.

"Only advice, babe." His hand rubbed across my back.

"I don't need it, babe." I look at the list, and walk down to the end of the aisle letting him take the trolley.

Jack grudges over. "Need muscle soak when we get to the bath aisle. My feet are killing me, for an accountant I'm always on my feet."

I ignore him, letting him natter on in the back of my mind.

I grabbed the ingredients for the recipe I planned to cook this week.

"What happened to eating healthy?" Jack asks and I turn to him.

"Sorry?" My eyebrows are furrowed.

"You've got a pizza and mozzarella sticks in the trolley." He picks up up. Raising his eyebrows he says, "that's a lot of calories."

I clench my jaw and purse my lips. "Jack?"

"Mm?" He answers, picking up a yoghurt and looking at the back. Probably to check the calories. He sticks it in the trolley and carries on walking.

"Do you ever stop complaining?" I whisper shout. "Nothings ever good enough for you!"

"Calm down, babe. I didn't mean anything harshly." He rubs my shoulder and I shrug him off.

"I'm not going to calm down, Jack. You're starting to get on my nerves. Stop telling me what to do and what to eat. And stop fucking complaining." I walk away from him, letting myself breathe.

Only to bump into someone. "Oh goodie. Why are you everywhere I go!?" I run my hands through my hair.

"Calm down, are you okay?" Harry looks concern and I pull on hair.

"Can everyone stop telling me to calm down." All my emotions were getting to me.

"What's going on?" His eyes flick behind me landing on Jack who took my hand in his, guiding me away.

"Nothing. Goodbye." Jack says to him and Harry watches us go.

We shop in silence, before making our way back out to my car.

Loading the boot with the shopping, Jack speaks up. "You can't embarrass me like that."

I look at him blankly, before shutting the boot. Looking around the carpark I spot Harry by the trolly holder.

Jack starts to take the trolley but I grab his arm. "I'll take it. Get in the car." I pass him the keys and he climbs in, going straight onto his phone.

I take the trolley over and Harry starts to make his way to his car. "Harry!" I grab his attention.

"You okay?" He asks, concerned.

"Yeah." I suddenly didn't know why I stopped him, or why I wanted to speak to him. "Uh, um look I'm sorry. I'm not usually such a snappy bitch."

"You have an annoying boyfriend. I'll let you off." He smirks and I chuckle in agreement. "Don't apologise." He smiles and I lock my trolley in with the others.

"I'll see you around." I wave and speed walk back to my car.

"Who's that kid?" Jack asks as I sit in the car.

"Oh, he lives on our road. He congratulated us on our new house the other day I forgot to say. Sweet boy."

A very pretty boy too.

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