Walking into the room, my presence garners silence from Harry which is either very good or very bad. I can feel heat rising up my neck in anticipation of what he has to say.
Stopping in front of him, I shadow my nervousness with false confidence and give him a few poses before asking, "What do you think? Is this okay?"
His eyes light as he looks me up and down - his tongue practically wagging. I know he likes it but I still love to hear it - sue me.
Regaining his composure, he pulls me close, "It's better than okay. In fact, I'd like to see that dress pooled around your feet right now."
I blush at his inappropriate comment, even if my heart does flutter at the idea.
His hands rub my shoulders softly before abandoning their posts and roaming my body.
My eyes close as he leans in for a kiss, something that can only lead to trouble. I'm sure of it when he runs his thumb nail down the center of my chest between my exposed cleavage. The slight pain combined with his kisses and the wandering of his other hand have my panties moist, but I know better, we both do.
Pushing away from him I wag my finger in his direction, scolding playfully, "For shame Harold. Must you become a horny teenage boy every time I dress up?"
Although I'm kidding I know staying in his grips will prove too much so I leave them to walk over to the mirror instead.
"Yes, especially when you keep looking so ravishing. I must say though," he drawls, watching me before stalking behind me, "I think this dress is my favorite."
The lust in his voice makes me grin uncontrollably. "Thank you," I sheepishly reply.
"This back is exceptionally low," he continues, sliding his finger painstakingly slow down my spine.
My breath quickens and I struggle to hold onto enough of it to speak. "Th-Th-There's a cape that goes with it for coverage." As if modesty was his concern in the first place. He never dictates how I dress and I love him for that.
He nods slowly, his middle finger still fascinated with the feel of my back beneath it.
I watch his eyes, they're concentrated on the slick pattern his digit draws up and down my spine as if he's hypnotized.
Suddenly his olive pools connect with mine in the mirror, a secretive smile beginning on his lips. "You know, your back is one of my favorite things about you. Do you know why?"
My mouth is too dry to speak so I shake my head no.
"This," he breathes, as two fingers glide down my backbone to the dip just before my behind, "arch is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. A work of art really."
My breathing is so shallow my consciousness is the only thing assuring me that I'm still inhaling at all. Each of his movements is in high definition and slow motion, prolonging the intense feelings rushing through my body.
"Especially when I'm behind you," he continues, placing his hand at the top of my back and pressing.
A bend comes to my spine from the pressure of his hand, so much so that my fingers sprawl across the mirror in front of me for balance. My breathing picks up and the moisture between my thighs grows.
"Just like this," he grunts as his hands begin mimicking his words, "And the second my hands go to your shoulders you curve up for me, it's almost instinctual."
He's right. It has to be a reflex because my back bowed the second his hands gripped my shoulders. We spend more time in this position than any other being that it's both of our favorites. Especially when he pulls my torso forward with his hands at my shoulders or around my neck. And when he fists my hair in his hand - good Lord.
I'm getting even more hot and bothered thinking about it, my thighs pressing together but not at all reaching the spot begging to be touched.
"Sensational," he breathes as his hands leave my shoulders and slide down my hips before gripping my dress between his fingers.
I know exactly where this is going. I know I need to stop it but I'm not sure if I can.
"H-H-Harry," I spit out, trying to catch my runaway breath.
He stops his efforts but keeps his hands on the tops of my thighs rubbing tiny soothing circles.
"We can't, we'll be late. Everyone's waiting," I rush out before my less sane side can take over and say fůck it.
He seems as if he's contemplating the same thought before allowing his rational side to take over. The organza material of my dress tickles my legs as it slips from his hands and with a resigned look, he takes a step back.
Not a moment later Hannah's voice rises from the first floor of the house, "Guys the cars leave with or without you in two minutes!"
Harry leans in and kisses my cheek before whispering, "You're mine later."
Upon my stunned expression he pecks my lips before heading downstairs with an enigmatic grin across his ruddy lips.
Hannah yells from downstairs again claiming the carpool is about to pull out of the driveway, kicking me into high gear. I grab my phone and throw it in my clutch then snatch the ring Harry gave me from the nightstand and jam it onto my finger blindly before rushing downstairs.
~*~
The ride to the MGM Grand takes a while longer than even Hannah expected. None of us realized that Vegas traffic is almost as slow as LA's when there's an event in town. We flew out this morning and arrived pretty quickly to the detached two story condo Harry rented for the weekend â it seems the morning traffic was a deceiving fluke. Each lane moving towards the center is full of expensive rides I used to only see on TV. It's surreal that now I'm sitting beside them in a Mercedes Pullman and we're all going to the same place.
With each couple or group that steps out of their vehicle I feel our turn getting closer and closer. My heart is racing with worry; fears that I'll fall, or have lipstick on my teeth, or have a nip slip â anything could happen.
I watch out the window as the boys exit the limo in front of us. They all rode together since they're all coming from the same place. They came down a few days early and rented a mansion to stay in while they enjoyed the strip. A few cameras flash as they step out but they don't move much from the start of the carpet â waiting for Harry and I.
Harry grabs my hand and gives it a sweet squeeze before kissing my lips softly. "You alright?"
My mouth spreads in a smile, "Yeah baby, I'm fine." His reassuring gaze stills my mind â replacing my swarm of thoughts with the techniques we practiced in rehearsal.
The door limo comes to a stop and the door swings open, snatching the cool climate of the backseat and replacing it with the stiff heat of the Vegas weather.
With one more look at me, Harry gives me an encouraging nod before stepping out of the limo. He waits beside the door to assist me as I step out so I don't keep him waiting long.
Taking his proffered hand, I lift myself out of the car and before I know it the stylists from the house are straightening me out. Someone hands me my clutch, and another person straightens my dress, all while my hair and makeup are being examined to insure everything is in it's place.
Once they're done, all of my previous worries about wardrobe malfunctions have completely dissipated. Harry smiles down at me with those dimples of his grinning too as he takes my hand. We walk carefully behind the boys and their dates making sure to stay in line and still keep enough distance to stop for photos.
The flash of cameras isn't nearly as disorienting in the daytime so the deer in headlights effect is gone. As we proceed down the carpet Harry leaves my side to join a group picture with the boys. To my surprise I hear a few voices calling my name asking me to pose for pictures. The shocker is, they're civilians. A handful of girls are screaming my name at once to get my attention and asking for me to pose for them. It warms my heart that they're here in support of me. I take a few steps towards them so that we can talk but am quickly swept away by Liam's girlfriend, Daphne.
"The boys are done, we've got to keep moving," she whispers, an apologetic look on her face.
I nod my understanding before waving back to my group of supporters.
Harry greets me with a warm smile as he takes my hand. "I see your fan club came out," he whispers, tilting his head towards the girls, "I'm proud of you sweetheart."
A blush hits my face, heating me more than the Nevada sun. "Thank you," I reply as we mosey down the carpet.
Most of our photos are together but for a few, Harry lets go of my hand and I'm on my own. Shockingly, the flashes don't stop and my name keeps getting called to look this way and that. In my mind I'm focusing on not looking as jittery as I feel while taking the best pictures I can. I'm working my angles the way the coach taught us in rehearsal since these pictures will be around longer than I will, thanks to the internet.
Harry grabs my hand again suddenly, pulling me out of my zone. He moves in closer to my side kissing my hair. His hand slips beneath my cape, connecting with the exposed skin of my back making all of the cameras disappear.
"Stop trying so hard, you look constipated," he whispers through a smile then quickly kisses my temple.
I burst into laughter, widening his grin.
"That's more like it," he winks before returning to posing with one hand in his pocket.
The noise of the red carpet floods back in and I realize what he just did. Not only did he ease my nerves but now there will be pictures of us in the iconic couple's pose I secretly love so much. I've always wondered what the men say to make their date laugh but somehow I doubt they were telling her she looked constipated. No, that's definitely a Harry Styles original.
~*~
I've never been in an arena this huge. Niall gave me a rundown of it when we'd talk about the UFC matches he's been to here but even his grandiose description did this place no justice. I feel like a very small ant inside of a very large, very well decorated, ant farm.
As we find our seats I realize how far back we're sat. I can't help but laugh remembering when the boys got moved for tripping people when they sat in the front row at the AMAs â I guess the BMAs weren't going to make that same mistake.
"What are you laughing at?" Harry asks, as we shuffle into our seats.
Sitting down, I relay to him how it's all their fault we're in the fifth row.
"That wasn't me," he defends, "It was Niall!"
Niall abruptly peaks his head down the aisle at the mention of his name. "It was not me," he gripes, placing his sunglasses in his suit jacket, "That was all Louis."
Zayn and Liam groan and roll their eyes making me laugh.
"Bloody liar," Louis accuses, pointing his finger, "You were in it just as much."
He and Niall then begin quietly arguing back and forth across everyone's laps leaving my stomach sore from giggling so much.
"See what you've done," Harry laughs, "They'll be on about this all night."
I shrug, still laughing, "Sorry not sorry. I wanted to be up front when Drake performs and now look at me, tethered to fifth row with you renegades."
"You'll be able to see him just fine," Harry replies, rolling his eyes, "Don't get your panties in a twist."
"I'd have to be wearing any for that to happen," I retort quietly.
His eyes lighten with mirth then darken with lust â a secretive smirk across his lips.
Tonight feels so... right. It feels good to joke and laugh with him without having to regret it, it feels good to not be worried about my past or the problems that come with it, it feels good to just enjoy my relationship.
Sitting back as the festivities start, I can't help the permanent smile etched onto my face. This is going to be a good night.
~*~
As the Pullman eases to a stop in front of us, Harry opens the door for me and I thank him. Slipping in, I slide across, the cold of the leather seats easily coming through the thin material of my dress. Harry slides in beside me and messes his hair in that way I find so irresistible.
Feeling my eyes on him he looks up with a smirk and pushes all of his hair back so I can fully see his face. "You did lovely tonight, like you've been going to these things your whole life."
He looks so happy, his eyes are alight and playful, it makes me proud to know I'm the reason behind his smile.
I blush, looking out the window, "Thanks love."
The traffic is almost at a standstill and just as I go to complain I hear the partition raising.
I feel Harry's fingers on my exposed shoulder, sliding down softly like a breeze against my skin. I swallow, trying to fight the urge I feel coming over but I'd be kidding myself to think I can.
Coyly looking over my shoulder I connect with the fiery lust in his eyes. My gaze instinctively drops to the seat between us in timidity. His gaze burned a line of fire straight from my eyes to my core. I've never seen him like this.
"Sweetheart," he pants, his voice rougher than before reminding me he hasn't forgotten about the promise he made before we left the house.
He lifts my chin softly, a distinct contrast from the hard desire filled look in his peridot orbs. His kiss is even more of a contradiction, so soft I barely feel it and yet so filled with emotion I have no choice but to feel him rush through my veins like a drug. As he pulls me from my seat to straddle his lap I realize this man is infecting me. He's pure poison in the very best way.
He pulls down the shoulders of my dress exposing my breasts before taking one into his warm mouth â focusing on my sensitive nipple rings.
I bite the side of my hand to keep my moans contained.
Our breathing is elevated but our voices are low. The partition may keep Dale and the driver from seeing but they're still right there and can hear us. As if reading my mind Harry releases my flesh from between his lips and tells Dale to turn up the music. A pop song I don't know filters through the speakers loud enough to cover most of our noises.
Harry tests that theory when he unexpectedly bites down on my nipple causing me to yelp. He quickly soothes the affliction with his tongue, staring into my eyes as he does so.
I can feel my juices pool, waiting for him. With trembling hands, I reach to get his belt undone.
He rubs his hands down from my neck to my shoulders until he's grasping my hands. "Are you scared?" he asks, lust still lingers in his eyes but concern is slowly taking over.
I shake my head, "Not of you or...this. It's just...Dale is right there." My voice is barely a whisper.
He smirks, his eyes relighting with passion. "That's part of the fun. Don't worry I'll swallow your screams," he jokes but then stops himself, "We really don't have to if you're uncomfortable sweetheart, honest."
I mull it over but make quick work of the thought. The adventurous side he pulls out of me is all for it while the part of me that wants to be a "lady" quiets down knowing which side is going to win out in the end.
Instead of responding I kiss him ferociously. His tongue glides against mine, overpowering me and taking the upper hand. I concede and let him control the tongue play while I charm the snake in his pants.
Hovering just above his hardness I can feel the heat radiating off of him and I know he can feel mine too. I rotate my hips just barely grazing his manhood, teasing him as his tongue teases me.
He growls out lowly and breaks our kiss giving me a hard glare. The jingle of his belt can be heard and soon after the shuffle of him pulling his pants down cuts through the tight space.
I grab my dress and bunch it around my waist from the bottom, exposing myself to him fully aside from my tummy. Before I can think I feel him grip my hips and pull me down onto his hardness. I'm so full below it's like the first time all over again, I gasp at the feeling.
We both relish in the feeling of him filling me, staying completely still until Harry grips my left breast in his magical hand, tweaking the tip before engulfing it in his mouth.
"These fůcking rings," he groans, staring at the bars through my chocolate nipples as he moves in and out of me slowly.
My mouth goes slack and I gasp in air, holding it like I'm storing it for later. One of my hands finds the hair at the nape of his neck while the other grips the headrest as I slowly ride him. I feel him angle his hips and hit my spot, making my head fall back.
"Harry," I groan, my voice lost in an inhale as he speeds up his pace.
His left hand grips my hip, the other slips down to rub my nub while he pounds into me.
Just as he promised he swallows my screams as I shatter around him, my body shaking for more. He readily obliges and kisses me passionately as I slowly start to move up and down on his hardness.
The sounds of my slickness can be heard between a transition of songs but I couldn't care less at this point, I can feel another orgasm on the horizon.
I place my forehead against his and he gathers my dress in one hand pulling it back and taut against me so that he can see every second of us committing our dirty deed.
He moans into my neck when he watches himself come all of the way out just to disappear all over again. I close my eyes, committing the sight to memory. We're both close we just need that extra nudge to finally get there.
My hand instinctively fills with his chestnut locks pulling them, forcing his head back. I lay my forehead against his again, riding him harder than before.
"Look at me," I whisper, my voice is shaky and uneven. His eyes connect with mine making me moan at the sudden change in intensity.
"Harder. Jesus," he grits, his accent thick, "Ride me harder."
I close my eyes at his words but comply, gripping his hair in one and the headrest in my other hand tighter.
Our movements are sloppy and loud, our breathing and moans irregular, cares about anyone hearing are long forgotten. The only thing that matters is finding hard earth breaking release in each other.
I feel my orgasm coming and open my eyes, staring straight into his. He's watched me the entire time, no doubt loving the facial expressions I make.
"I'm so wet for you Harry," I moan, "Please, make me come. Please."
Loving the way I beg for him, he groans and slams his hips into me matching my every move until we both fall apart looking into the other's eyes just to maintain a hold on reality.
After a few minutes of soft loving kisses, I glide off of his lap and back into my own seat to put my dress back on properly. The prude in me wants to feel trashy for rocking the car in the back with people up front. But the freak in me, the one who writes about this kind of thing but never experiences it, is proud. Hell, she's never felt better. The award show was a success and now this â today was a good day.
When Dale comes to open the door for us, Harry and I are all smiles and Dale gives us a knowing look. We snicker and hold hands as we head up the walkway to the house for round two.
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What's up my good people!!!!
I hope yall enjoyed the chapter! It's a little bit early this time around because I had some free time in between school assignments.
Also I wanted to let yall know that I've put in my application for the Wattpad Stars thing. I want to monetize my chapters and I'm guessing this is the way to do it I don't really know. I'm just letting yall know because this will be the first time I'm letting Wattpad know of my existence so hopefully they don't snatch my books up for one thing or another lol That's always been my fear with contacting them â I don't want to lose everything I've worked years for BUT no risk no reward so we'll see :)
As always, the chapter is unedited so please forgive any mistakes!!
This chapter's Question...
How's school/work so far??
School's okay for me only drag is I have 2 papers to write â each 6 pages so :(
This chapter...
I wanted to show how B has adjusted to 'life in the limelight.' She's come a ways from how she used to be/react and so has Harry in the way he is with her at events. Growth people, growth lol
Yall have been patiently waiting on some smut since B and Harry got back together so here ya go lol I wrote that scene after my first time hearing Drake's verse on Nicki Minaj's song Only. The part when he talks about how he was thinking about smashing Nicki in her Maybach in the slow LA traffic just sparked the idea in my head and I went with it. I felt like this scene was a bit much but at the same time I feel like it's real. To date, in my opinion, this is the hottest scene I've ever written. I felt like it showed the closeness and comfortability between the two â the fact that they're able to let their inhibitions go and be as wild as they want with one another is sweet to me in a raunchy way lol
This chapter's song...
It's Yours by J. Holiday. Yall!! What the heck happened to J. Holiday? His songs used to BANG smh Anyway, I chose this song because it's sexy without being too sexual and romantic without being overly mushy â the perfect balance. I also feel like it's where both Harry and Bailey are in their relationship. They've both surrendered themselves to the other with the ultimate hope that they're in good hands. It's a vulnerable song if you listen to the lyrics and I feel it fits Hailey perfectly.
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