I thought my suffering was over.
It had been three months since he packed his things and left your house. You thought you were over Mr. Harry Styles heartthrob. Yet, he still has a clutch on your heart, squeezing it into a painful gush whenever you thought about him. You've never felt so alone in your life. To cope with the loss of literally your best friend and only soul mate, you walked down the hardwood steps into the basement/cellar where you grabbed the empty glass, you used yesterday, and poured the rest of the wine bottle into it.
"What are you doing, (Y/N)?" you ask yourself. This had become such a regular thing for you, that you almost had a biological clock telling you when. You started to walk around and sip. Walk and sip. Walk, sip. Walk, sip. Scratch left hip, walk, sip. You realized a door at the back of the cellar. You walk to its large, metal knob in the shape of a lions head. You walk in and see pictures of you with wilted flowers and candles flickering. You look around, this used to be Harry's "man cave" or what he said it was.
You start to tear up as you realize it's almost like a shrine to you. How much he adored you, that he built a place where everything revolved around you. Your stomach started growl with agony as your throat clinched, making it hard to breathe. You threw away your beautiful relationship because of some rumors you heard on the Internet. The heart that once sent blood and emotions through your body as he kissed your neck, was now throbbing with anger. How could you get him back after the fight you gave for the worst cause resulting in a heart wrenching feat.
You fly upstairs and search for your phone. Hopefully Harry hadn't changed his number. God forbid. You find it lying on the bottom of your dresser near your pink slippers... it was ringing. You helplessly fling to it, almost banging your head on the wall.
It was Harry.
Harry was calling you. You quickly jump to answer it, sobbing and sniffling a bit from your rollercoaster of emotions.
"Hello, hello? hi... hi.." you say trying to calm yourself. You hear the same kind of sniffling on the other end of the phone.
"I just needed to hear your voice," You hear Harry say between sobs.
"I miss you so much it kills me, I... can't function without you--" You cutt him off with an equall sobby,
"Come home Harry. Come back to me. Please, I need to see your face..feel your presence." Stuttering yesses, flew into the phone. He hung up and you knew your love was coming for you. You found yourself overly excited as you changed into something much, sexier. That black, laced langerie with the straps that led to stockings. It showed bits of your bum which you knew would turn any woman lesbian and any Harry horny. You placed your feet in a pair of black-red bottom heels.
You found a robe and covered yourself. Knowing that it didn't take long for Harry to get here, you lightly slapped on some red lipstick. Making sure each boob was evenly situated inside your bra, you grabbed the straps and pulled them up.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" you hear Harry scream; Not even ringing the doorbell. You frantically walk down the steps, fixing your hair, you open the door. Your heart starts beating through your chest as you see his burned green eyes from crying and his shirt a little droopy, so much that you could see parts of his chest.
Without saying a word, Harry enters the house, closes the door and grabs you behind the head, placing his scarlet, plump lips on yours. The words that you intended on saying were sucked out of your mouth. You placed your arm around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He finally let's go of you, slowly removing his soft pillow lips. He looks at you.
"I never did any of those things you heard about. Baby I loved you first. Just tell me you don't want me to leave again. I won't go."
"I am so sorry! I know you didn't and.. I wanted to repay your for that."
You step back, sexily removing your robe. You watched his eyes move down as something else moved up.
"Wow.." Harry murmurs, licking his lips.
You spin slowly, uplifting your hair with your hand, showing your backside. When you finish making that 180, you take your right hand and place it near your face, signaling Harry to come here with a finger. What you weren't prepared for the move he was about to make. He picked you up, bridal style, and walked into the master bedroom, Laying you down softly on the plush comforters.
"I want you." Harry says but stops himself from touching you.
"I want to want you, so I NEED you to want me." Saying that, he smirks and "dives in". He starts kissing your chest all the way down to the bottom of your torso. The anticipation was such a game starter. You wanted him to kiss you further but being cheeky Harry he left you in suspense.
"Harry! Stop teas--" You say as he rips your panties off. Spreading your legs, he starts licking and smooching your thighs. They were so sensitive it almost drove you mad that he was still not doing what you wanted. Next thing you knew, he was licking your clit. Messaging it between both lips.
"Mhmm.." you lightly moan. "Finally" you thought. He was merciless. Sucking on your flaps and suddenly entering his middle and right ring finger inside you. He starts slow (for a second) and then gets on his knees so he can properly pump his fingers inside you. He starts to jerk his hand.
"AHHH..AHHH.. ooh.. Mmmm." you moan. faster and faster he goes. Looking at you as you breathe heavier and heavier, arching your back. You grab the sheets and open your mouth into an "o".
"Oh.. oh sh*t! oh my gosh, yes Harry! Ah! Ah!" you squeal. Moments of simple whimpers made Harry pump even harder. Playing tricks on your mind as you kept moaning as moaning louder.. Louder...LOUDER!
"OOOOOHHHHHH!" you seem to stutter out as your body spazzes. Harry removes his hand, smiling at you as you race to catch your breath before he...
"UHH!" you groan. Pain and pleasure wrapped into one vocal sound. He slammed his hard member inside you. You switch positions because he knows which ones will give you the greater experience. "He still knows..." you think to yourself.
You both lay on your side. Harry's behind you, holding your leg up. His groans are exiting his mouth as he inserts himself into you. All of him. He starts plunging into you. As the pleasure builds inside you start rubbing your self. He knew you would do this and that you would go faster if he went deeper and harder, unlike ever before.. wanting you to not able to move later on.
"Oh.. UHH! Faster Harry!" you say rubbing faster. He breathes out and goes deeper, so deep. You jerk at the new sensation. Thrusting became more Iike pounding.
"Yes.. Baby. Ooh, (Y/N)!" you listen in as Harry says your name. the bed begins to shake as Harry, still hold onto your leg, but grabs your breast for support when he went in for the next pounding.
"FU*K ME! OH HARRY! KEEP GOING, AHHH! UHH!!" you say jerking back and forth with every stroke. "I'm going to cum!" you say. You grab your hair, you needed something else to hold on to. But it didnt soothe your incoming climax. Your hand reaches Harry's face and pull him closer. The bed is shaking. Shaking so much. The headboard starts to create dents in the wall. You feel your climax climbing through his member into your stomach up to your mouth.
"..sss,, OH SH*T! YES! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" you scream, you've ripped the covers from biting them and the pillow are all without covers as you've torn them off. A light was damaged as the bed made the lamp shake, wobble and topple over. Harry then cum on the side of bed, letting out the largest grunt, moan, scream, male-climax you had ever seen.
"GOT DAMMIT! UGH!"
You both are exhausted. Both bodies, still locked as one, tremble and shake. You manage to turn your body over to Harry's. His eyes are closed for a moment. He then opens them, welcomed by your warm, soft kiss.
"Wow..." he says again.
"Wow..." you say, repeating him. "I'm never going to let you get away from me. Never again."
