no control [h.s.]

5

Eden.

"Eden..." a voice whispered calmly. Large, rough hands gripped my shoulders as he shook me slightly. "Eden, baby, wake up."

"Hm?" I mumbled, mind still clouded with sleep. He chuckled as he sat down on the bed next to me. He brought his hand up to my face where he brushed a tendril of hair away from my eyes. His touch was so delicate, like if he were any more rough than that he would break me. It was. . . cute, unexpected from a tall, brooding man like Mr. Styles.

"How was your day?" he asked. Although my eyes were closed I could feel his lingering on my face. His gaze was so powerful. I only wished to hide myself when he looked at me, because I felt as if he was examining my every flaw.

"Exhausting," I replied, sitting up in the bed to face him. The corner of his lips turned up in a small smile.

"What did you get?"

"Honestly?" I said, causing him to raise his brows in concern. "I have no idea. Madison picked everything out for me."

"May I?" he questioned, motioning to the multiple bags strewn all over the bedroom floor. I nodded in reply. He stood up from the bed and over to the plethora of bags, inspecting them with his hands held behind his back.

Suddenly, he kneeled down and opened a pink striped bag, smirking as he saw what was inside. He dipped his hand inside, pulling out a black lace bra that hung from his index finger.

"I think," he begins; voice thick with want, "you should give me a little show."

Oh my god. He wants me to put that on and show him? What if he doesn't think I'm pretty, I'll be so embarrassed and-

"Eden, you don't have to," he insists, dropping the lingerie back into the bag.

No, I have to do this. I need to be confident. I need to show him I can be sexy. I need to stop being a prude.

"Mr. Styles," I call out for him as he's about to leave the room. He turns at the sound of my voice.

"Harry," he corrects.

"Harry," I repeat, "I-I want to."

This could be the biggest mistake of my life. I wasn't raised this way, not at all. But, at the same time, I really, really wanted this. I didn't want to just be plain old Eden Greene anymore, I wanted to become a different person. Eden Greene, but sexy, confident, and independent.

"I'll be in my room whenever you're ready," he smirks, closing my door behind him as he saunters across the hall to his room.

Before I could regret my decision, I stripped down and put the black lace set on. I looked into the full body mirror that was in the closet, checking to make sure everything was in place. The bra squished my breasts against my chest, making them look at least one cup larger than they actually are. The thong was giving me a wedgie, but at least I looked nice.

The door to Harry's room was wide open. I assumed that meant I could just come in, so I did. I pulled my robe a little tighter against my body. I was so nervous right now. My palms were sweating like crazy. Hopefully he wouldn't notice.

He was on his bed, head propped up with his arms behind his neck. His legs were crossed at the ankles. He was still in his grey suit from work, hair messily pushed back from his face. He looked so incredibly handsome.

I hadn't noticed him staring until he cleared his throat. I stood still in the doorway, paralyzed with fear.

He noticed my apprehension and stood
up from his position on the bed. He walked towards me slowly, trying to show me he meant no harm. He flipped the light switch off next to my head, leaving the room only illuminated by the two lamps on either side of his bed. Then, grabbing a remote from the top of his dresser he turned on slow, seductive music.

He took my hand in his gently and led me over to his bed. He sat down on the foot of the bed in front of where I stood.

"I know this is new to you," he spoke. "Take your time and just do whatever feels right. I'll sit back and let you do what you want."

I nodded slowly. Surely he could hear my heart beating right now. If it could I'm sure it would burst right out of my chest. I stood back a little, giving me some room as I undid the knot on the robe. I pulled it off my shoulders first, and then dropped it completely to the ground.

I had no idea how to give a lap dance, but I was going to give whatever I was about to do my all.

I climbed on to his lap and placed my arms around his neck. My hips moved slightly against his body, and his hands squeezed my bum causing me to yelp girlishly. He giggled cutely, but I pushed the upper half of his body down on to the bed.

"You look so sexy, baby," he groaned as his hands trailed from my bum, up my sides and to my breasts.

"Harry," I spoke quietly. His eyes met mine and his hands dropped to my hips. "I, uh- I have no idea what I'm doing."

"I know baby," he chuckled deeply. He pulled me off of him and pushed me on to the bed, our positions suddenly switched. Once again his hands were roaming my body. I didn't mind it - actually I quite enjoyed it when he touched me. He looked at me, like really looked at me this time. Not sexually, or seductively, he just looked at me.

"You're so beautiful," he suddenly announced. He kissed my cheek before removing himself from my body and laying next to me. He put a muscular, tattooed arm behind my neck and pulled me into his chest, where I rest against him in peaceful silence.

In that moment, I realized that even though Harry and I were moving quickly, I didn't regret anything.