Love Me [Harry Styles]

24.

"No teasing, you waited long enough.."

Dani's POV

Harry took a seat beside me as I scooted towards Sophia, not wanting to make any sort of contact with him. I heard him sigh as he looked at me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I refused to look into the eyes of the man who claimed to have feelings for me one day, then gets with another the day. Gigi took a seat beside him, laughing at practically anything he said. I noticed as his body stiffened. Curiously, I looked down onto his lap only to see her hand over his crotch, rubbing all over like the amateur she probably was. I mean, I'm no pro, but most people would have common sense and not make the fact that you're trying to seduce your boyfriend at the dinner table obvious.

To be honest, I'm surprised I haven't burst into tears or attacked him yet.

"D, you okay?" Louis asked thoughtfully.

I painfully looked up at him with glassy eyes, smiling as brightly as I could, "It's been a long day, I'm exhausted."

"Are you going back to the hotel?" Harry asked, turning his head to face me.

"Yeah, where else would I go?" Is he kidding?

"Just wondering. So am I," he said with a small smile. I tried to return it but failed miserably as I went to grab my glass of wine.

Taking a sip, I nearly spit it out once his blonde bitch spoke: "Har, I thought we were going back to your place tonight," she purred.

Har? What the fuck?

"Uh no, I'll just drop you off Gigi, I have other things to take care of," he said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. By this time everyone's eyes were on them.

"What can be better than me baby," she said as she tried to kiss him but ended up pecking his cheek once he turned his head.

"I said not tonight," he spoke firmly as he tried to untangle her arms from around him.

I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I tried to stop myself from smiling, unable to hide how funny I thought this was.

"Fine, but you owe me baby. I want a repeat of earlier." She winked as I nearly vomited. I felt my jaw drop at her words, and my heart sink at the same time. I was right this entire time. I now was biting the inside of my cheek as hard as I possibly could, to prevent myself from letting any tears fall. The bitter taste of metal became potent in my mouth as I took another sip of my wine.

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I can't do this. Never in a million years did I think I would be the one trying to get Harry back, but I can't help it. We got back from dinner about an hour ago, Gigi took an Uber straight from the hotel. I put on a pair of yoga pants over my lacy knickers, the ones that he calls his 'weakness.' I had on only a tank top, no bra. My point in this was to take him back and claim him as mine. I wasn't really risking a chance of getting caught, considering his room was right across mine, as it always was. Spraying perfume all over my body, I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time, lowering my tank top to show my boobs a little more. Barefoot, I walked out of my room and tapped slowly against his door.

I quickly glanced back at the digital clock in the hallway. 9:13 pm. Perfect.

Once I looked back Harry had already opened the door, his jaw dropped slightly as he looked me up and down. I smirked, noticing he was only in a pair of blue striped boxers that were already tightening against his center. Too easy.

I rested against the door frame, crossing my arms over my chest, making my breasts shift upwards under the thin material of the tank top, showing much more skin than I originally planned on. I watched as his eyes fell from mine to my breasts, back to my eyes.

"So, girlfriend, huh?" I asked skeptically.

He bit his bottom lip, "It's not what it looks like."

"Oh really? I'm pretty sure it's exactly what it looks like. What, did you two fuck before dinner too?"

He grabbed my hand that was tucked under my arm, making me fall into him.

"Just come inside, I told you I never want anyone seeing you in those pants," he said huskily.

I nodded in agreement, standing up in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"You're not sitting?"

"Talk." I said as I watched him nervously scratch the back of his neck.

"We didn't..sleep together. She tried but I couldn't even get hard, D," he said, shaking his head.

I laughed, my previous thoughts of how she must've been inexperienced proved to be right.

"And that night, I only lied to you because I ha-" I silenced him by putting my lips on his. My palms pressed to the bed, each on either side of him as I leaned into him, gliding my tongue over his mouth as he sighed happily against the kiss.

The kiss was a perfect way to set the mood, plus, I didn't want to hear what he had to say about that mortifying night.

Our tongues lapped together as he moaned in pleasure, attempting to bring me onto his lap with his strong hands.

I pulled away from the kiss, only to see his eyes closed and his lips puckered slightly, waiting for more.

"You can't do that," he frowned as he opened his eyes.

"Tell me, Harry," I said, sliding down my yoga pants in front of him as I swayed my hips at the same time. I locked my eyes on his, watching as he attentively skimmed my body.

I sat on his lap, my ass perfectly on his crotch. I felt him grow harder beneath me.

"T-tell you what?" He whimpered as I began to grind against him.

"Fuck," he groaned as his arms grazed over my thighs, rubbing up and down with force.

"Tell me," I said softly as I placed my hands on either of his knees, grinding harder and slower, "if she can make you feel this way."

"Fuck, you know she can't, baby," he said as he moaned again, "no one can."

"So if she can't," I said turning in his arms, my center now against his length as his arms wrapped resolutely around my waist, "why are you with her?"

"It's tough, love. Some things just aren't up to me," he said kissing my lips down to my jaw, my neck, in between the valley of my breasts...