M.M.

Dazed. Dazed and confused is how she had woken this morning.

The pleasant morning sky shone through the bedroom window. Taking her out of the dreamless night that plagued her minutes before, finally gaining her senses back she could feel a strong grasp around her waist. Boxing her in, surrounding her. Overwhelmed, she shot up quickly, shoving off the body weight of the person in bed with her. Looking from left to right is a room she didn’t recognize. A groan next to her indicated someone else was waking up too. 

“Good mornin’ my love.” said a voice she couldn’t put a face too, they sat up next to her. The same arms that caused claustrophobia only moments ago wrapped once around her again. A face dug into her neck , taking a deep breath. Almost as if they were trying to memorize her scent. A kiss was then placed causing a shiver to run down her back. The face moved and lifted their hand to pull her chin to the right. “Are you alright? You’re very quiet dear.” The beautiful face pondered, looking thoughtfully into her eyes. “Where am I?” Were the first words she had uttered that morning. A smile graced the man's face and his thumb ran across her bottom lip. “You’re home honey, you know that.” He laughed getting up from the bed and leaving the room all together. His statement caused a furrow in her brow to form. What was the last thing she could remember? Her mind was a blank canvas now. Was this really her home? How long has this been her home? Her gaze followed the figure as he left. She has never been more lost.

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Finally getting the courage to get up, she leaves the bedroom. Following down the long hallway filled with pictures of her and the unnamed man. Some were just of her or the man separately, but most were pictures couples took together. One stood out to all the rest, A wedding photo juxtaposed with the others. She is dressed in a white gown, the man in a contrasting black suit and tie. A happy look strewn about their faces. When had she gotten married? The thought leaves her nauseous and she quickly keeps following the windows till she reaches the front room. 

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The man is in the kitchen now, waiting expectantly at the counter. Almost as if he’s waiting to be served like a diner guest. He turns his head to look at her with a grin while she navigates the house lost. She hesitates before stepping into the kitchen area. The man looks around with his hands clasped under his chin like the action he wants is obvious. “Are you going to start breakfast? I’m thinking of eggs this morning.” His words broke her silent confusion. A pout shows on his mouth as he places his chin in the palm of his hand. She tilts her head to the side a bit, Taken aback by his demand.

 His mouth drops to a straight line with a crinkle in his forehead. “You do remember how I like my breakfast, right darling?” He asked in a condescending tone. He once again left her in the kitchen to her own devices. 

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While she definitely doesn’t belong here, she still can cook a mean breakfast. She almost feels very proud of herself for making this. Plating the scrambled eggs and bacon and setting it down on the table, she sits off to the side. Waiting for his return. 

He comes back just in time with the smell of food. Sitting down at the head of the table he stares down at his plate. He looks very dissatisfied. “And here I thought you could do a simple task, You know better than to make scrambled.” He grunts out, eyes turning a shade darker than his perfect blue eyes. “I didn’t think you’d be so picky. I was the one who made the breakfast you asked for.”  She exclaimed. As If he couldn’t get more intimidating, he gives her a sly grin. Not fully reaching his eyes. “That’s strike one darling.” 

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A/n: Could this be shite, absolutely. Also this is only part 1. I swear there will be more!

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Broken glass was now being collected into a dustpan. Her grip on the yellow broom never faltered.The man had left for work leaving her behind to take care of her “mistake.” She was still shaking like a leaf from his outburst. Terrified he would come back and lose his temper again.

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“I have much disdain for back talkers.” He says getting up from his seat and taking the glass she had earlier filled with orange juice into his hand. Taking a long sip he stares into her eyes before speaking again. “This will be the last time I am disrespected like that again, do you understand?” She nods her head fast. He slams his hands on the table causing a glass to fall and shatter below her feet. “I’d like you to use your words and address me correctly.” He demanded with a new dark look in his eyes. She’s taken aback at the command. “Yes I understand.” He walks to her seat taking her chin between his pointer finger and thumb. “I understand what?” He smirked watching her mouth open and close, deciding how to answer back correctly. “I understand sir.” She utters quickly not liking the taste of the words on the tip of her tongue. He gives her a grin, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip like he did in bed. He moves his hand to her cheek giving it a tap. “Good, clean this up.” She sits there with the order flying past her ears as she watches him leave her alone once again.

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She doesn’t have the stomach to eat the breakfast left on her plate. She gets up finally leaving the dinning room to dump the rest of the food into the bin. Not having the energy to continue cleaning she puts the dishes in the sink and leaves to find the bathroom.

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Standing in front of the mirror is a woman she doesn’t recognize. The figure in the reflection has voluminous hair, clean skin, and a different glow to her face that she isn’t used to. She looks healthy. Not a hair out of place and no eye bags in sight. This is not what she ever pictured herself looking like before, so why does she look like this now?

She breaks herself out of the trance and steps away from the counter like it burned her well manicured hands. She turns to leave back to the bedroom making sure to not look back at the reflection again.

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The bed was unmade, clearly the man avoided it, leaving her to clean up after him once again. The brown flowered comforter lay at the end of the bed, while the white linen sheets are on top. While looking upon the room she had mysteriously woken up in this morning she sees something sparkle in the light on the left side table.

Going closer she can see a ring and picking it up shows the gorgeous fat diamond that sits on a delicate gold band. She’s never seen anything this beautiful in her life, she's honestly quite scared of it. Knowing this might be the ring that has tied her to the man forever. The cold feeling of the band leaves a lasting need to put it on and of course it fits perfectly.

Scaring her out of the ring inspection taking up her time was a knock at her door. Placing the ring down quickly she rushes to the blue front door. Hesitant to place her hand upon the golden she hears a woman’s voice speak up.

“Y/n honey, it’s Bunny! Jack mentioned you might want some company!”

So that’s the man’s name.

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Dazed. Dazed and confused is how she had woken this morning.

The pleasant morning sky shone through the bedroom window. Taking her out of the dreamless night that plagued her minutes before, finally gaining her senses back she could feel a strong grasp around her waist. Boxing her in, surrounding her. Overwhelmed, she shot up quickly, shoving off the body weight of the person in bed with her. Looking from left to right is a room she didn’t recognize. A groan next to her indicated someone else was waking up too. 

“Good mornin’ my love.” said a voice she couldn’t put a face too, they sat up next to her. The same arms that caused claustrophobia only moments ago wrapped once around her again. A face dug into her neck , taking a deep breath. Almost as if they were trying to memorize her scent.

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Y/n could say the same. She always felt drawn to Harry. To be a sort of protector. Overtime that need to make him feel defended and secure, turned into a crush on Harry. She denied it to herself at first, but eventually she came to terms with it. She really did like Harry Styles. Although Harry was just a little too clueless to notice.

Y/n knew he liked her back as well.So she didn't feel the need to worry. Always looking like he applied six layers of a cherry red blush powder on his cheeks anytime she went out of her way to talk about his interests. Always stuttering with his words. Fixing his glasses multiple times with this adorable dorky smile that made her melt. He was just so cute. The cuteness that Y/n just wanted to taint. Only a little bit.

She wanted to teach him all of the dirty things he probably only wished of doing with her in his wildest dreams. She also knew the effect she had on him. She'd purposely do it as well. Making sure to leave small touches here and there. That would leave him with lust hazy eyes and a hard on in his jeans. Her favorite thing was that even when she made him like that. He was always insanely adorable.

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"Hello Harry." He heard from behind him. He perked up at recognizing the voice. A tooth showing grin appeared on his face. He turned his face towards the gorgeous figure behind him.

"Hi Y/n " He murmured nervously at her sudden beauty. She flashed him a smile and plopped down on the seat in front of him. Leaning over the table, she rested her head in her hands and kept her gaze on the delightful boy. "So I was thinking after school today you could come hangout at my house, would you want to?" Y/n suggested. His eyes grew wide. Him being the most picked on kid in the school meant he's never been invited to a girl house before. "U-uh yes. I m-mean sure, o-only if thats what y-you want." Y/n giggled at his shocked reaction. "Good because it is what I want. I'll see you in class, H." She said getting up and grazing his shoulder with her hand as she walked away. Making his skin heat up. Jesus christ she was definitely something else.

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Harry always made sure he was the first to every class. He's never had a tardy. A that definitely was not gonna start today. Mrs. Matthews always let him in early, he was her favorite. Taking a seat in the middle row of desks, Harry pulled out his binder ready to write the class's tasks in his agenda. After he got everything settled on the table he saw Y/n come into the room. She looked around the room, finding every single seat open. Including the one at Harry's table.

She smirked to herself and decided that was where she was going to sit. Harry tensed having her so close to him. Y/n did the same as Harry, gathering her stuff out of her bag. Just as she finished the bell rang, making kids quickly file into the classroom. As he looked at the other students Harry swore he felt something brush his thigh. That brush was because of Y/n. Not only had she decided to tease him the entire class ,but she decided to tease him up until he was at her house this afternoon.

She let class progress before she tried again. This time she moved her entire hand on to the bottom of his thigh close to his knee. Harry hadn't really noticed. Not getting the reaction she wanted she started to drag her hand up the length of his leg. Close to where his dick was.

That made Harry immediately tense. Is this actually fucking happening right now? The thought of her actually doing this in class almost made him moan out. His breathing stammered as she reached higher and higher. Then she placed her hand directly on his semi-hard clothed cock. Which caused him to jolt forward. It was a new feeling for Harry. He's never even kissed a girl before.

Y/n laughed to herself at his reaction. It was exciting to her. Knowing she'd be the first to ever do this to Harry. She didn't stop moving her hand around as class continued. She bit her lip as she felt Harry harden more. "I"m so excited for today that I almost don't want to wait for what I have planned. But alas I have patience." She whispers in Harry's ear. Harry whimpers as he turns his head to the clock on the wall. 25 minutes left of this class. How is he going to make it?

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