I'm laying on my bed scrolling through my phone, when I see Harry standing in the doorway. I'm about to ask if he needs anything, when he climbs onto my bed next to me.
"Haz, what are you doing?"
"God you look hot today?"
"What?" I laugh nervously.
"But I think you'd look better without this on." Tugging at the bottom of my shirt.
Without even hesitating I crush my lips onto his, our tongues fighting for dominance. He tugs my shirt over my head and I do the same to him. I take a moment to admire his toned stomach, then pull him back down to kiss him. Harry straddles my waist, I can feel the heat from my stomach making its way lower down my body. Harry starts unbuttoning my jeans, then slowly pulls them down and throws them carelessly on the floor. Soon we are both naked, except for our boxers, the aching feeling of needing Harry increasing with every touch. Harry slowly trails his hand down my stomach before hooking onto the waistband of my boxers, he looks at me. I nod back at him, and feel Harry slowly pull them down until-
I wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. It's still dark and when I check my phone it read 2:36 a.m I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, letting the fragments of my latest dream piece itself together. Before long I realise that the dream that had just woke me up, was a sex dream about Harry.
"Shit." I whispered into the darkness.
YOU ARE READING
I want to write you a song
FanfictionHarry writes songs in secret. Not because he doesn't think the others boys will like them. Harry can't show the boys, the songs his written, because there're about one of them. More specifically, there're about Louis. Harry writes these songs, so th...
