Chances || H.S.

2 | Eager

Harry Styles

I let this mystery woman take my hand and practically drag me out of the bar and into the elevator. When the doors closed and it's just us two in much brighter lights, I expect her to come onto me. But instead, she backs into the corner and stares me down. I feel like she's staring into my soul, which makes me want to shrink back into the crack of this wall and hope I never come out.

"You aren't from around here are you?" Her voice cuts through the silence and her eyes never leave mine.

"What gave it away?" My voice comes out a bit rougher than I anticipated and she smirks.

"I don't know..." She lets her eyes wander down my body before she answers. "Definitely not the accent."

A genuine smile takes over my face as she continues to check me out. Before I can respond, the doors open up and I realize that this is the lobby of the hotel. How could I have been so stupid. This was such a bad idea.

"You coming?" Her voice lingers in the air as she steps out and waits for me. I poke my head out and anxiously look around to see if there are people milling about but, fortunately for me, it seems as though it's just the hotel staff. I take a deep breath and look at her as she silently questions me, clearly confused by my behavior. Just keep your head down, It's gonna be fine.

"Hey, is everything alright?" Her voice is soft beside me as I brush past her.

"Yeah. Yeah, everything is fine. Is your car out there?" I point to the doors of the lobby and she falls into step beside me. I can tell she's not quite convinced, but she doesn't question me and I am grateful for that.

"I called us an Uber. It's already out front." I don't know when she did that, because I never saw her on her phone, but I let it slide as we enter the revolving door, cramming both of us in the same slot. She laughs when my body presses up against hers until we spill out onto the quiet street. I see the black SUV idling that is clearly waiting for us as it is the only car out here.

She opens the door before I can do it for her and climbs into the back seat, immediately scooting closer to me once I was inside the car. The driver says nothing but a quick hello and he pulls away from the curb. Everything about this feels so normal. I can't believe that I am doing this, but I try to stop myself from thinking too much. I always think too much.

I'm brought back to the moment when I feel her hand gently on my thigh as she rubs it up and down, slowly. Immediately, my mind is going full speed ahead with the thoughts of how this night will end up. When she drags her hand further to the inside of my thigh and closer to my dick, I suppress a moan in the back of my throat that if it were to slip out of my lips, would be the most embarrassing moment of my life.

I put my hand on top of hers, stopping her movements. I take her hand off of me and place it in her lap and lean down to whisper in her ear. I am not sure where the sudden boost of confidence is coming from, but fuck this girl has me wound up.

"If you want this to go the way I think you want it to, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself right now." She does not hide the moan that slips from her lips as she leans further into my side. I notice that her thighs are clenching and I smirk to myself.

I bring my lips to the soft spot behind her ear and I can taste salt on her skin, almost like she had been sweating. I don't care though, I can't get enough of her. I let my hand trail up to her neck and place it underneath her chin to turn it so I have more access to the bare skin. My lips continue ghosting over her throat, and like I told her to, she keeps her hands to herself.

I'm not sure how long we've been going at it like this, but I finally hear the Uber driver say, "I'm sorry, but can y'all please get out of my car?"