It's Complicated. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 9: Taking Control.

(Hiya! Just to make it clear, Lily Collins will be playing Kat Buyer now. Before it was Selena Gomez ,but I feel like Lily fits the character much better. But by all means, you can imagine whoever you'd like to be Kat, even yourself! So just to get that out there.)

Chapter 9: Taking Control.

"Ha, no bueno," I chuckled. I couldn't believe what Harry was asking me to do. Well, sure I could believe it ,but I didn't expect it. Especially at a time like this. I don't even know how to give a blow job. That's so...nauseating!

*gag*

"Hey, it's like..licking a lollipop," Harry says ,but I have a hard time picturing his penis as candy.

"Dick flavored? I don't think so," I shook my head, cringing.

"And what if you like it?" He brought up.

"It's not sanitary!" I squealed.

"Fucking in a pool isn't sanitary," Harry's smirk appeared, his dirty mouth commenting stupid remarks.

I scold him.

"Please, Kat. I go down on you all the time. Return the favor," Harry puckered his bottom lip out.

After a heated argument against my subconscious, I kneeled down inbetween Harry's thighs.

He smiled in victory.

"Of all places. Stupid bathroom, fuck," I muttered to myself.

I picked his length up in my hand. The tip was a swollen pink from needing release.

I gagged making a sour face.

He laughed.

"Kat, it is just skin."

"Can't I just give you a hand job?" I looked up at him.

He pursed his lips, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay," I grumbled.

Tightening my grip on his hard on, I brung my lips to the top.

My whole time being with Harry I would do whatever he commanded. At his beck and call every moment he wanted something. So why is it so hard for me to stop now? Giving him access to boss me around however he pleases that is. On the other hand, I am partially to blame for this whole thing, right? Not just agreeing to meet up here, but all of it. Everything from the beginning.

At last minute, I pulled away and shuttered.

"No," I speak firmly.

"No?" He asked, even though the sight of Harry's jaw tightening and his angry tone gestured otherwise.

I looked at him as if to say, 'I can't'. But ,I, of all people should know that Harry Styles does not take well to the answer 'No'.

"Kat. You are going to suck my cock," He demanded. I flinched back at his tone and decision of vocabulary.

"I-I'm not ready for this," I quietly fumble with words, afraid of what his reaction would be.

Usually, I would be the one taking charge and not being one bit intimidated by this bipolar boy. But... that was last year.

He's changed. I mean really changed. And I know why ,but I don't want to bring that to question now, not when Harry is this close to punching me.

Believe me, he will.

"What happened? We were laughing and swimming and you know, before you had to get greedy and ruin everything!" I say.