PARTY UP THE STREET - HARRY STYLES (AU)

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w e d n e s d a y
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I was working from home today, since I had no meetings and all of what I needed was at home.

Getting out of bed this morning, I was too comfy in my pyjamas. So once I was showered, I climbed straight back into my shorts and a tank top. On the sofa with American Horror Story and a blanket, I was in the zone.

Whilst drinking my tea this morning, I saw Harry going for a run. That's when I realised I needed to brush away my thoughts about Harry.

One, he is 19. I'm 26.

Two, I have a boyfriend and having sexual dreams about someone else, who isn't even famous - just a random boy, isn't right.

Three, I've just moved in with this boyfriend, and all Harry does is make me doubt him - probably just to get into my pants like a classic teenager boy.

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6 p m

"What's on your mind?" Lola had come round for a nice evening in with a take away. Jack and Tom had gone to a football match this afternoon.

"Nothing." I flick through the channels on the TV.

"You're quieter than usual." She looks suspicious.

I chuckle, "what? I'm fine. Just tired."

"Hmmm. Whatever." She crosses her arms.

"What could be wrong with me?"

"Jack? I don't know, you're not very open nowadays."

"Me and Jack are fine. Honestly, I'm okay!" I smile. "I'd tell you if something was wrong. Don't say I wouldn't." I point a finger.

"So, have you finally experienced an orgasm with Jack yet?" Lola picks up a pillow and rests her arms on it.

"Lola!" I cover my face with a pillow, laughing.

"Well have you?"

"What do you think?" I roll my eyes.

"God, that's awful. You should tell him, if you're planning on spending the future together. I'd be the moodiest bitch, if I were you. I could not do that."

"Yeah. I'm not sure how I manage either."

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f r i d a y
1 1 p m

Jack was sound asleep when I heard something from outside, and when I peeped out the window to see what the noise was and saw Harry... I wasn't sure whether to pretend I was asleep or go see him.

I chose the second option, grabbing my satin dressing gown cover myself up and opened the door to Harry - who was perched on the wall on our driveway.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Mm, haven't seen you in so long. You're a sight for sore eyes." Harry smirks and eyes me up and down.

"You can't be here. Or say that. Go back to your house." I pull the door closed behind me.

"Not even a hug before I go?" He stands with his arms open, his head tilted to the side.

"You're drunk, Harry. Why are you even here?"

"I said, I said I hadn't seen you in so long." He said, coming closer. "Come dance." He takes my hand in his and I pull away from him.

"Harry." I warn and he huffs.

"Huh before I go?" He sticks his arms out again and I chuckle.

"I don't usually hug strangers." I tell him, stepping forward to wrap my arms around his torso. His arms pull me tight to his chest and I chuckle, losing my balance.

"Harry!" I squeal as he moves his body side to side.

"Sorry. Had to." He squeezed me again and I pulled away.

"You're annoying." I laugh.

"I really want to kiss you." He said, his fingers grasping my chin.

"W-what?" I tried to back away, but my body wouldn't let me.

"I said, I really want to kiss you." He leaned his face closer to me, close enough that I could feel his hot breath on my lips.

He took his thumb and glided it along my bottom lip, licking his own lips.

"H-Ha-Harry we cant." I stutter, lightly blushing from embarrassment.

"I dreamt about these lips last night." My jaw was slightly agape as I listened to his words. "So plump, and red." He swallowed. "I dreamt about them in many ways... do you want to know?"

"I-" Gulp. "No." I whisper.

"You don't?" He leans forward to me. "Not even how pretty they looked wrappe-"

"I have a boyfriend." I grab his hand, the hand that was grasping my chin, and admiring my lips.

"Fuck him." Harry hasn't yet taken his eyes off my lips.

"You're right. I do." I move his hand of my face. "So you have to stop."

Harry smirks and I don't know whether to kiss him or smack that look off his face.

"I'm going back to bed Harry. Stay safe. And turn the music down." I back away from him and open the front door.

Harry pouts, and I roll my eyes playfully before shutting the door. Making my way back up to bed, I ran what just happened over in my head.

He was coming onto me, and inside... I wanted it to happen. I look at Jack laying on my bed and sigh, thinking about the words that came out of Harry's mouth.

Those words turned me on more than Jack has ever done. I lay back in bed, rubbing my face to rid my thoughts from my mind.

The music had turned down and I smiled at the thought of Harry purposefully going in there to turn it down.

And I lay there in bed, once again, falling asleep to thought of Harry's pretty plump pink lips.

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