Canyon Moon | H.S.

Angel Corrupted (16)

A/N This is your smut warning - actual, real smut.

The week that followed was one of the happiest of my life thus far. Everything was just... easy. It didn't even matter that we weren't in an official relationship or anything. I realise that relationships aren't an easy thing for him, what with his personal life constantly being plastered across social media. But inside the house, tucked away in our little honeymoon period, I felt like we were untouchable.

Moments like that stay vivid in your memories, even years later. Moments that you think of and automatically smile, because you remember how your heart felt at the time.

I remember my first week of college, when my mum would take me to school every morning in the car that's now mine because I hadn't passed my driving test yet. We'd have the windows rolled all the way down, not caring that cold air was streaming into the car, blaring music from the car speakers. It didn't matter what school was going to be like, whatever shit was going on in my brain, because in those moments I was untouchable.

Or prom night. I was so excited the whole evening. Getting ready with my friends, travelling in Jenny's dad's fancy car. My boyfriend at the time was there when we arrived, and he looked at me and made me feel beautiful. The evening was a complete let down. The food was gross, the music was shit, and my feet hurt from walking in the heels I'd bought before I even got to do any dancing. But at the end of the evening, waiting in the car park to be picked up, shoes abandoned on the grass, we clung to each other and danced to music in our heads, and we felt untouchable. No matter the shitty things he did to me after that moment, that memory still brings a smile to my face.

When the boys came downstairs the morning after Harry and I's impromptu makeout session, no amount of carefully applied makeup could cover the dark patches lining my jaw and collarbone.

My face flushed pink as the boys jeered, but Harry put his hands on my hips and drew me in for a kiss, immediately silencing them. I could feel his chest bouncing with laughter as he pulled away, the room completely silent, and I couldn't help but smirk, Harry's touch giving me confidence I could never imagine.

"Come now boys." I say to their silent forms, Harry moving to stand behind me, tucking his face into the crook of my neck. 

Being openly touchy was new to me, to both of us, but I love the way it makes my skin tingle.

"Don't be jealous just because you can't get your rocks off." 

Harry's laughter behind me emboldens me, and I swing round to kiss him again, giggling against his lips as he puts his middle finger up at the boys.

The day after that they were in the studio again, and I made the most of the sunny day and spent the day outside. I was floating lazily in the pool that afternoon when the french doors slid open and Harry walked out.

I watched as he removed his shoes and socks and rolled up the cuffs of his jeans, before sitting on the edge of the pool and dangling his feet in. I swim forwards, standing on tip toes in front of him, pushing his thighs apart to stand as close to him as possible.

"Hey Angel." He says, raising an eyebrow at my actions.

"Are you not going to join me?" I ask, grabbing his hands from where they propped him up, threading my wet fingers through his.

"I'm fully dressed." He says, shaking his hair off his face.

"So?" I say challengingly, pushing off the pool floor and swimming away gently.

He doesn't move, so I float onto my back, closing my eyes.

Before I know it there's a huge splash, sending water flying across my face. I open my eyes and Harry's just emerging from the water, t-shirt and jeans discarded by the side of the pool.