Stars (Harry Styles Dirty Fan Fiction)

#1: "Do you trust me?"

Warning: Explicit content ahead. Reader discretion advised. I mean come on, don't read it if you're not into this kind because I don't want you to complain.

Song: Say Somethingc - A Great Big World (a/n: just saying, this one makes me cry--if I put it on repeat)

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"Do you trust me?"

That was a rather odd question considering the semi-naked state we were in and had I been in complete senses I would have found a breath to answer him.

On getting no word of mouth from me, he laughed hoarsely and heaved me up against the wall, trapping me. His smooth lips moved against my ear as his warm breath made me shiver, ironically. The room was cozy and his presence was warm. His one hand was supporting me along my back and the other was trying to get my left shoulder bra strap off but it lingered over my chest a beat longer than it should have.

"Do I make you nervous?" He asked with his hand skimming over my ribcage, touching in a feather-light manner.

My heart rate was erratic and that answered a lot more questions than the only one he seemed to be interested in. My mind was clouded with the heavy rush of hormones buzzing through my body and his close proximity didn't help the situation. Nor his touch.

Actually, don't even get me started on the way he moved his hands around me.

"No." My plain refusal was taken as hard-to-get by him and he only pushed his body further into me creating friction and heat and more passion than before making me wet with arousal; a typical Harry Styles move. He liked to know he intimidated people.

His shirt had been discarded to the floor just as we entered the hotel room, so was my rosy-pink bridesmaid dress. We were a hot mess of moans and grunts as he freed me from the offending piece of clothing leaving me bare, except for a pair of lace panties I adored a lot. Also, by the looks on Harry's face, it appeared that he did too. For once, I had my timing correct.

Just when the corners of his mouth turned upwards to grace his face with a smile that still managed to give me butterflies, his actions ceased and he stood still, trying to read my expressions. Funny part was that while he was trying to decipher to my emotions, I was so lost that I didn't know what to think. It was all happening too fast.

His thumb found it's way to my face as he rubbed my cheekbones and took his time in nuzzling his nose before dipping in for a kiss. This, everything he was doing, was confusing. We weren't dating; we ceased long ago. He didn't love him, it seemed to me, and my feelings were debatable. He wasn't rough in his actions and I wasn't looking to make love.

But the correct question was, what was I doing here? Why didn't I refuse?

"I miss you." The tension in the air was thick and could be cut with a knife after he spoke the words.

Two years ago he decided dating me wasn't his piece of cake but now he stood inches away from me saying the words that I'd been longing to hear all the while that we were away.

It pained. It pained because I didn't deserve to feel this way. I was putty in his hands and he was manipulating me.

"I-" I stammered and that was a response in itself. I spoke without thinking and in that one moment, everything changed.

He was late too. Twenty months too late. I was only beginning to get more serious with my career and now this.

What previously was advancing towards a love-session was now easily driven towards lust and hunger for each other's body. It was my fault. I have this God-given ability to freeze up my brain just when the air fills up with fervour and Harry gets serious.