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He came and hovered over me, and I instinctively parted my legs and let the sound of the music wash over my body. I was fully aware beforehand that it was one of the sexiest songs I had ever heard in my life, but that was taken to new heights now that Harry Styles was between my legs. I took a deep breath inwards, closing my eyes and throwing my head back when he entered, moving so slowly into me, it felt like a form of torture. Let me be your vacuum cleaner, breathin’ in your dust. He ran his colossal hand up the side of my body, his face buried into my neck, kissing over the area feverously, leaving traces of his tongue upon my hot skin as the song played. He moved into me so effortlessly, infrequently grunting against my neck, his hips thrusting with precision, his actions beautifully slow and controlled. I had almost let me mind forget how much I enjoyed his touch, how much I longed for his lips to adore my body, the feeling of his skin becoming hot against my own as we worked together. There seemed to be a connection between the two of us, that meant that even sex in its simplest form was mind-blowing. Though it may have been a mistake, the gratitude I felt for being there in his bed with him was phenomenal. I wanted nothing more. His lips vibrated my neck as he mumbled my name, still pushing into me with harsh thrusts as the song continued, creating the perfect backdrop to our sex. My head was swimming in the sounds, and the song was almost convincing my body that the melody had an alcoholic effect on me. I became lost in it, pushed past a tranquil state to somewhere I had never been before, Harry’s thrusts taking me there, rocking me so tenderly I felt his touch was burning me. I ran my hands up his back, moaning and gasping as they moved further upwards and caught onto his hair. It wasn’t long before one hand dropped, desperately fisting the bedsheets beside me in the hope that it would help push me through the pleasure, help me and my attempts to deal with the moment, my body not quite being able to comprehend how good it felt. The first chorus reached its end before Harry brought his head up to meet me once again, panting slightly. He grabbed onto the back of my head, his fingers wrapping in my hair as he moved his body further upright, using his free arm to press against the wall behind me and keep himself sturdy. He grunted, a feral like nature washing over him as he glanced down to my body in total admiration, biting his lip as he did. I let my fingers search over the skin of the butterfly tattoo once again, just touching it seemed to send me to yet another level as I felt myself tighten around Harry, my womanhood becoming slightly wetter as I reached my end, reached the stage where I knew if Harry pulled the correct moves on me, my pleasure would peak. And Harry always pulled the right moves. “Touch yourself.” He demanded. I was already crying out in pleasure, loving the fact that I was entirely his in that moment, his to toy with, his to control. I ran my shaking hand down my body, soon meeting the area he had instructed me to touch. I took two fingers, softly rubbing myself as he pushed, his eyes watching my hand as I pleasured myself. I wanna be your set in lotion. (I wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion. (I wanna be.) Harry tugged on my hair suddenly, making sure my gaze was fixed on him as the next lyrics were sang out to us. Alex tugged my hair in a similar way in the video, and I knew Harry wanted to make sure I was never going to let my mind fall to Alex again. Whether that be because I heard the song or if there was a sharp tug on my hair. I would think of him and no one else. I whimpered, and it almost sounded as though I was in pain, but it was the total opposite. I had never felt so far from pain in my life. I could barely breath, my head starting to spin as he kept working into me, and my fingers pushed me to my own end. I released myself, my orgasm riding out slowly. “That’s it, Honey. Cum for me.” Harry groaned. It all became too much for a moment, my mind feeling as though it was slipping elsewhere and my body trembling. I felt weak, as though I was going to burst into tears. I was exhausted, my fingers coming to an abrupt halt because I knew it was too much for me to handle, worried that I would slip into unconsciousness if I continued. I stopped breathing as the last bit of my juices pumped out onto him, causing Harry to moan in appreciation, his hips still moving gently until he moved his hand from the wall and pressed it to my stomach, and started propelling even harder. “Harry..” I tried, not sure if I could take it. “You can do it, Gorgeous.” He encouraged. “I can’t...” He placed his hand on top of mine, and made it so that my hand covered my nub once again, forcing my fingers to rub just a couple more times, and that was all it took. Without warning I released again, totally unprepared for the feeling that my body hadn’t warned me was coming. I called out his name, scraping my fingernails down his chest, Harry falling back down to me, enjoying the feeling of being inside me almost too much as I came for a second time. The song was nearing its end, and I could feel that Harry was too, his lips gently meeting my chest and leaving beautiful little kisses there, my skin becoming slightly damp under his beautiful lips. I could feel his chest jolting, his body beginning to falter on him as he twitched inside me. The final lyric played, the guitar dragging out as Harry released himself inside me, moaning and nipping at my skin with his beautiful teeth. I was still in another realm, still not able to comprehend that feeling that had washed over my body, how he had pushed me to my limits so quickly when his moves were so slow. I was completely astounded by it all. My hands subconsciously ran to his hair, his head lay on my chest, moving gently up and down as my breathing gradually eased back into a regular beat. I lay my fingers between his curls, rubbing his scalp gently with my thumb. I heard him hum, enjoying the gentle touches. I closed my eyes, simply enjoying the feeling of being there with him, enjoying the calm that was finally running over my body. I felt like I hadn’t really been calm since he had grabbed my hand and dragged me towards his car. Even when Harry returned to his normal state, he stayed with his head on my chest, breathing steadily and brushing down my sides with his fingertips. I was totally soothed in that moment, everything was blocked out. There was just me and Harry, trapped in his room, our bodies locked so beautifully. After some time, he lifted his head, edging his body up to me slightly, placing a peck to my lips. “Hi.” He grinned cheerily. “Hi, Harry.” I giggled. He took his hands, grabbing my body at the sides and rolling us over. I let out an abrupt giggle and squeal as Harry lay on his back with me straddling his body. He put his hand to the back of my neck, shoving down so that my lips crashed to his. The kiss was soft, but rushed, the feeling of his tongue brushing against mine made me sigh in appreciation. I thought about everything for a second, the tight feeling in my stomach that proved me to exactly how much I enjoyed his company, the crawl upon my fragile skin whenever he touched me that made me feel so alive. The thought of him leaving when there was a month left made me feel a little queasy, now I knew there would only be around 2 weeks left before he was travelling the world again. I tried to do the right thing. I tried to do something I thought we both wanted. I pulled away from him, giving him another peck to the lips, loving the slight smile on his dozy face, eyes fluttered shut. “I’m gunna go.” I whispered. His eyes dropped open, a look of disappointment running through them as they flickered over my face. “What?” He cried. “You did your job beautifully.” I pecked him again. “I will always think of you when I hear that song.” I attempted to clamber off him, but his strong hands pulled me back to him, my face hovering just inches before his as I let out another squeal, shocked by his strong hold. “Harry!” I gasped. “You think that’s the only reason I want you here?” He shot offence. “I... I don’t know...” I muttered. “Stay with me.” He pleaded. His whisper attacked my skin, making my heart feel heavy in my chest, looking into his desperate eyes that were calling out to me, so eager for me to stay in his touch. Fuck, I wanted to, I really wanted to stay there and just be with him, enjoy his company and hear more of his stories. But I needed to be the strong one. I needed to be the one to let go. “Please.” I whispered. “Harry, please let me go.” I saw frustration wash his face, but soon enough, his grip loosened from my sides, reluctantly letting me go free. I tried to hold in my emotions as much as possible, clambering off his body and quickly scurrying over to my abandoned dress, putting it on as quickly as I physically could. For some reason I could feel tears stinging at my eyes. I could feel my chest becoming heated as I tried to hold in the feeling that threatened to escape, wanting to wait until I was out of Harry’s sight. I attempted to fasten the buttons on the back of my dress, my hands shaking as I tried, but I couldn’t seem to do it. “Let me.” I heard Harry say from the bed. He stood up, quickly throwing on a pair of sweatpants before he walked over to me, taking his steady hands and buttoning me back up. I knew his slight touches to the back of my neck were purposeful, I knew the fact his hot breath hitting me so wonderfully was all done in an attempt to make me weak, in an attempt to make me stay. I cracked my neck, scared of the connection between us. When the final button was clicked shut, I thanked him, knowing I wouldn’t have to keep in my tears for much longer. I couldn’t even bring myself to say goodbye as I moved to the door, desperate to escape. “Anna...” Harry tried. Without even being fully conscious of it, I was almost running, taking myself down the stairs rapidly, like running away from him would help me run away from my feelings. I heard Harry close behind, moving at a similar pace to myself as he attempted to follow me. “ANNA!” He tried again. The first tear fell just seconds before my dress was caught underneath my foot. I felt my body falling forward, a foreign fear circulating around my body as I pictured myself dropping the full distance, my body smacking against the hardwood floor. I was yanked backwards, Harry gripping onto my wrist tightly and pulling me back up to him before that image could become reality. My trembling body soon crashed to his. I wrapped my arms around his body firmly, as though I was still falling, and I just cried. Once more Harry shushed me, running his hands down my hair until it met my back, then raising it back up. “You’re okay. Don’t worry, you’re okay.” He whispered. I sobbed against the top of his stomach, my tears pressing against my own skin as they bounced off his. He was on the stair above me, making him even taller than he usually was. I think I just felt overwhelmed in that moment, the fear of falling down the stairs, the fear of how I felt, the award ceremony and the man wolf-whistling had done something strange to me. I just felt exhausted, and my tears were a sign of that. “People think I’m a bitch.” I cried. “What?” “People think I’m such a horrible person. And then I get scared because… what if they’re right?” I continued to weep, squeezing Harry as I did, actually quite grateful that I had someone there to hold, someone to cling onto and make me feel less alone. But Harry pulled away from me, which at first made me sob a little more. He took two steps downwards, so our eyes were practically level. He brought his hand up to my face, his thumb wiping away my careless tears. “Anna, what did I say to you about the media?” He spoke sternly. “You said... I can’t remember.” I wept. “Yes you can, Anna. Tell me.” “You said... you said it’s shit, and they’ll make me doubt myself, and...” “I told you that you were strong enough.” He interrupted. “And you are. Even when you think you’re pretending to be someone other than yourself, like when you told that crowd to go fuck themselves, really all you’re doing is being a stronger version of yourself. You don’t take their shit when you’re in public, Anna, so don’t let them get to you when you’re alone.” I nodded, trying to show him that I was absorbing his words, that I was letting them have a positive effect on me, but it was so difficult. I felt so lost, my own thoughts and doubts trapping me. Harry was the only person in my life who understood where I was coming from, and helped me with it. Alex obviously had his fair share of media attention, but often, he wanted to be thrust into that light. Alex knew how to step into the light, and how to step out of it, and he never let it bother him. He had wanted to kiss me that night to get the attention of people, which is something I didn’t really want, because it seemed with the more articles that were written about me, the more negative they became. I think with the amount of attention Harry got, he knew how to deal with it, he knew how straining it could be and he understood my feelings about it. I couldn’t even imagine the attention he got from it, the lies that were told about him. I had no idea what he went through, but I knew that it was a lot more than what I experienced. I felt so stupid crying in front of him about that type of thing when really, I had no clue, not experiencing even a snippet of what he did. “I’m so sorry.” My tears were starting to calm. “Why?” He asked, gazing into my eyes. “You must think I’m such an idiot.” “Why would I think that?” “Because I’m just being so touchy. I have no idea what you go through. I’m acting like I get the same amount of attention you do and it’s ridiculous. You must want to slap some fucking sense into me.” I wiped away the last few tears that had escaped, taking a deep breath in, my body still shaking as though I was crying, my voice still weak, but I had no more tears to shed. “You’re only human.” He encouraged. “One article or one million, it’s not easy.” I nodded, leaning forward a little so my forehead rested against his. I breathed in heavily, closing my eyes and taking in the tender moment we were sharing. “Thank you.” I whispered. “Kiss me.” He said from nowhere. I shot my eyes open, looking to his parted mouth, waiting for me to either leap forward and press my lips to his or tell him no. “Harry, I can’t.” I brushed his cheek with my thumb. He closed his eyes, a look of disappointment crossing over his features, taking a deep gulp to the back of his throat, his Adams-apple hitching because of my rejection. I brushed over his cheek one more time, and then stepped past him, wandering carefully to the bottom of the stairs, knowing I had to leave without another word or more tears would fall. With every word he uttered to me, every sound that fell from between his lips, I felt my feelings grow. It was becoming too difficult for me, I couldn’t stand the thought of him not being around. I had to leave. Though it was already too late, I knew it could be worse, I knew my feelings could be stronger. My hand touched the handle when Harry called to me. “No. No, I can’t let you go!” He barked urgently. I closed my eyes, still facing the door as I heard Harry run down the stairs to me. He grabbed my arm, turning my body around to meet his once again, yet I felt as though I couldn’t look him in the eye. But Harry wouldn’t let me look away; he gently took his fingers and pushed my chin upwards, making sure I was looking at him. “I don’t feel this.” He started. “I don’t ever feel this, about anybody. Y’know that… excitement? That little feeling in the back of your mind that says, this person might be special? I never fucking feel it.” “Well you’re lucky.” “Anna, you’re not listening to me!” He was getting riled up once more. My body jolted as a reaction to his raised voice, my chest still feeling sharp from the tears earlier. My throat hitched, lips slightly apart as I gazed into the green of his eyes, a little mesmerised by the fact they seemed to sway, rushing like cool green water. He leant into me, breathing onto my lip, but not pushing his luck. He didn’t kiss me, no matter how close he held his lips to mine. I think it was hard for us both to control our urges in that moment, I wanted to close the gap and I’m sure he did too, but we didn’t. “I don’t... I don’t want to be the type of person… who… who throws that away when they finally feel it.” He spoke softly now. I closed my eyes, subconsciously giving out a physical sigh of relief. Harry had given me real confirmation that the feelings weren’t just flowing one way, that he also felt something in the pit of his stomach when the two of us were together, and he actually wanted to pamper those emotions rather than dismiss them. My stomach clenched in the heart-breaking moment of realisation that he would be gone soon, that I wouldn’t get the chance to get to know him in all the ways I longed to. There were a million things against us, and we both knew it. “But what about-” “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care! I want to… explore this, Anna. Don’t you?” He cut me off. “I’m not an idiot. I miss out on enough things. I’m not missing out on this. I don’t want to miss out on you.” With that, I threw my lips to his, automatically moaning against his mouth as we kissed one another, desperate for the touch of the others skin. The back of my head slammed against the door as he pushed to me, wrapping his arm around my body and lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting the pressure of his body against mine hold me up, keeping me floating above the ground. I didn’t know what any of it meant, I didn’t know if he was just going to absorb these last few weeks with me before he left, or if he wanted to try and keep things sweet between us even whilst he was away. All I knew in that moment was that I was happy, so happy it felt like chest was going to explode. Harry grinned against my lips, causing me to do the same as the kiss came to a gentle end. Our hot breath combined mid-air, Harry gently trailing his fingers through my hair. “So?” Harry sounded as though he was looking for an answer. “What?” I giggled. “You haven’t told me how you feel.” He smirked. “Can’t you tell?” I kissed his bottom lip. “Mm, maybe… but I might want to hear you say it.” He winked. I giggled, shaking my head, teasing him. He pressed me a little harder into the door, using his hips to grind into me. “Tell me now!” He pinched playfully at my side. “Nope!” I giggled. He raised his hands and began to tickle me. I wriggled and cried out, laughing unsteadily, hating but loving his fingers attacking my skin. He couldn’t keep the grin off his face as I almost fell to the ground because of his touch, unwrapping my legs from his waist and moving my feet to the floor, trying to get away from him. I escaped for a moment, pushing past his side and beginning to run down the hall, but soon he caught me, pushing me up against the wall in a heated rage. I gasped, my laughter suddenly stopping as he looked onto me with dark eyes, changing the atmosphere so quickly I felt my legs grow weak. “Tell me.” He demanded, his voice low and sultry. “I...” Harry could sometimes stop my speech even when I didn’t want him to. I actually wanted to speak at that moment, tell him how I felt, but I couldn’t. My throat was so hot and tight and it was almost impossible. “Anna...” He encouraged. “I think you’re amazing. I… I’m scared though.” “Scared?” “I get lost in you.” I spat out honestly. “When you speak and when you touch me... I’ve never...” He didn’t give me time to even try to string together the sentence, he just locked his lips with mine, hot and heavy, his hand grabbing my cheek and holding me to him. I had never been so honest in my life. Harry seemed to be rubbing off on me. I told him exactly how I felt, I didn’t put up a front, I didn’t withhold anything from him, and there wasn’t a part of me that wanted to. And that scared me.