PARTY UP THE STREET - HARRY STYLES (AU)

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P H O E B E

m o n d a y
6 p m

I didn't really leave the house all weekend, spending it eating and drinking - much to Jacks dislike, and fucking him with no orgasm outcome. For me, anyways.

I tried to think of Harry whilst he fucked me, but it just did nothing.

Sipping on my wine, I realise the person I'm turning into. An alcoholic, who cheats on her boyfriend.

Jack was actually out tonight; I felt glad for it. His work was going out for drinks since they had the day off tomorrow so I planned to spend the night in and drink to my hearts content.

I really am turning into an alcoholic. I flicked on American Horror Story deciding to just rewatch it since I couldn't settle on a film.

My phone buzzed and I see it's from Harry.

From: Harry
Come over?

I bite the inside of my lip and put my phone down, deciding to leave it for a while and think about my decisions.

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7 p m

Leaving it a while was a bad idea, since I only got more tipsy.

To: Harry
Come over.

From: Harry
...?

To: Harry
Jacks not home

And soon enough, the doorbell rang.

I undone it, standing in my baby pink pyjama shorts and a white tank top.

"Hi." He licks his bottom lip.

"Hey." I bite mine, moving out the way to let him in. Harry pulls his shoes off and looks around.

"Nice place." He nods.

"Thank you." I sat back down on the sofa, heart racing with nerves. "You can sit."

He sits down on the opposite end of the sofa. "How was your day?" He asks.

"Same old boring day at work." I shrug. "Yours?"

"I had an exam this morning. It was alright." His eyes flick to the TV.

"Oh god I forget you're so young." I pinch the bridge of my nose, chuckling.

"Do I seem it though." He points to his lower half as I look to him.

"Hmm.. I'll get back to you on that one." I smirk and stand. "Drink?"

"Beer?" He asks and I nod, making my way to the fridge, pulling out a bottle and popping off the cap. I hand it to him and he thanks me. "Is this the Asylum season?"

"Yeah. I didn't think you'd watch these." I tell him.

"I didn't think you'd watch them." He throws back.

"They're my favourite ever. Especially Evan Peters." I look to the TV and coincidentally he was on the screen.

He hums, "he is a very good looking lad." Harry's leg bounces and he downs his beer. I almost think he's... nervous?

"Y'know..." I put my wine glass on the table. "I asked you to keep the music down, Harry." I climb onto my knees and kneel beside him. "You didn't."

"I'm sorry." He gulps. "I promise... it's my friends. I've been good. Please."

Biting my lip, I run my hands through his hair and pulling his head back. I kissed down his neck to his collarbones, which were on show due to his v neck t shirt.

"Mm, maybe my pretty boy deserves a treat." I play with the hem of his t shirt.

He nods, "I do. V'had a stressful day. Please help me." His head falls onto my shoulder.

I smile and pull his t shirt up and over his head, admiring his chest. "Okay.. maybe just a little treat." I kiss his jaw line and climb onto his lap. I already feel his hard on through my small pink shorts.

"These are so sexy." Harry pants, thumbing the waistband of my shorts. "I want them off. I want to be closer. Please let me fuck you, please. We were so close before, I want to be closer please, I can fuck you so good." He whimpers in my ear and I cry out, rolling my hips to create friction.

"Harry.." I pant, he was making this very hard for me.

"C'mon, I need to feel you so bad." He kissed my neck.

I grab the top of his joggers and pull them down, lifting myself up so he can pull the rest down.

"Technically you're the bad girl." He smirks as he kicks away his joggers. "In your boyfriends house, wanting to be fucked harder by another man?"

"I need to be fucked so hard, Harry." I whine, and Harry looks surprised.

I bit my lip and Harry's eyes filled with lust, what started with me teasing Harry ended with me beneath him on the sofa.

"Such a fucking tease." He pulled my tank top over my head and threw it across the room, revealing my bare chest. He licks his lips and ducks his head to take my nipple into his mouth.

I moan out, my hands threading through his hair. Harry moans as he swirls his tongue around my pink perkiness. He kneels and grasps the top of my shorts, lips still around me.

"Yeah?" He asks for permission and I nod. He pulls them down and leaves them in my pink satin panties. Biting his lip, he groans. "God, you're so hot."

Harry kisses his way down to my hip bones, biting my panties and letting it snap back to my hip. "Harry." I moan, raising my hips.

"Can I?" He asks and I nod, biting my lip and watching him pull my panties down my tanned legs, and I thank god I shaved and moisturised. "Fuck." He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.

Taking my thighs in his hands, he raises them up to my sides and keeps my legs spread. He licks his lips, glancing up at me as I pant and grad a tight hold of the pillow.

"Fuck." I say. "Wait.. stop."

"What?" Harry looks at me. "What did I do? Are you okay?"

I giggle, "I'm fine. Jack would strangle me if this sofa gets dirty."

"Can't we just do it to piss him off?"

"No!" I exclaim.

"Ugh." His head drops to my stomach.

I smirk, "Take me upstairs, Harry."

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