Okay, so here’s something a little different! I’m going to give you a little background information about this one, to set the scene: Harry is working on his solo album and Y/N’s brother is some music producer. Harry stays over at their house when he works and she can’t stand him, although secretly she has the hots for him! Warning: a bit of smut and mature content. Please let me know what you think!
It was everything about him. It was the way he sat in the studio—your studio—with his feet perched on the table as he annoyingly juggled some stupid rubber balls. It was the way he’d always smirk and call you babe when you told him to stop. And then there was the fact that he just always seemed to be at your house. You’d be walking down the hall, turn the corner and rub dab smack into Harry’s broad chest.
“My bad, babe,” he’d say in a voice that had a direct effect on your hormones.
“Just watch where you’re walking,” you’d spit back. You were defensive, acting as though you wanted to be as far away from the rock star as possible. But really, you were begging for more. You could feel your nipples harden just from coming into contact with Harry’s torso. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks when Harry would speak directly to you. And he was hot. Sexy, even. That, nobody could deny. Not even yourself. No matter how much he got under your skin.
You tried your hardest not to stare, but with the magnetic pull he had on you, it was pretty fucking hard not to. Sometimes you’d lie to yourself, pass off your stare as admiring his fashion sense, which you had to admit, was nothing short of impressive. But then, there’d be times when he’d wear nothing but black jeans and a black t-shirt and still you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Maybe those were the best. Or the worst, depending on how you looked at it. The way the soft fabric would cling to his muscles perfectly, the bulge of his biceps causing your mouth to water. You found yourself wanting to push your hands under the cotton and just go to town exploring the soft planes of his stomach. Ever since Harry had reached on his toes for a record from the top shelf, you had been obsessed with the leaves tattooed just above his boxers. You wanted to lick at every leaf, every vein until you moved your mouth further south and took a long drag of the prominent vein in his length.
He wasn’t perfect, though. No one was. He chewed his gum like a cow and even though you wanted to plunge your tongue into his wide open mouth, the sound irritated you to no end. And he was cocky. He hid it, and he hid it well. But to you it was almost too obvious in the way his side smirk made an appearance as his eyes slowly dragged up and down your body. His eyes could get you hot and bothered, and that was what you hated most about him. He knew you didn’t like him; he wasn’t an idiot, but he sure did like to have fun with that cold hard fact.
“Come on, Y/N, why do I have to go with you? You know I hate things like this!” your brother whined, pressing his beer to his lips and taking a long swig.
You rolled your eyes as your fists clenched to the sides. A low chuckle escaped Harry’s lips. You gave him the dirtiest glare you could possible muster, considering that you were well aware of the way his eyes were taking in your body in the tight black dress.
“Dan, you promised!” you said in a venomous tone.
“Easy tiger,” Harry purred. You could feel the heat gush to your core at the sound of his voice.
“Shut up,” you said, turning away from him.
“Y/N, seriously, I love you sis, but somehow the Stanford reunion for your class doesn’t sound like a place I’d want to be on a Saturday night,” your brother continued.
You mashed your lips together and nodded your head. Really, you understood. You didn’t feel much like going either, not with your history there. But maybe that was also why you were so adamant about going.
“I can come with you,” Harry offered, playing with the rings on his fingers. Those rings. The ones you knew would leave a mark if his hand ever came into contact with your ass. You shivered.
“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. Secretly you were growing giddy at the idea of going with Harry to the event.
“I mean it, Y/N. If you need a date, I can come with you.” He was leaning against the couch, his legs spread wide open in the way girls aren’t supposed to sit.
“Are you sure, Harry? After all, it is a university. Not exactly a place you’d be used to.” That was a little low, even for you. Harry continued to stare at you steadily but his lips pursed into a small frown.
“Aww, come on Y/N. Let Harry take you. But, it wouldn’t be a date,” your brother warned, polishing off his beer. You noticed that Harry wasn’t drinking, a bottle of water sat on the coaster instead of alcohol.
“Don’t worry about that, your sister’s not really my type,” Harry said quietly. You inhaled a small breath. The words stung more than you’d ever care to admit.
“We should…we should get going now,” you said softly. For once your words weren’t tainted with malice.
Harry held the door open for you as you stepped into the ballroom. You muttered a quiet thank you, the butterflies all but took over your body.
“So, Stanford, impressive,” Harry said politely as you walked further into the crowd. He was silent the entire car ride. Your earlier comments had left you both feeling ashamed and awkward.
You nodded, your head bowed to the ground. It would have been even more impressive if you had actually finished your degree.
As each familiar face came into your sight, you regretted your decision to attend more and more. Every face, male and female, gave you a disgusted look that made you want to bury your face in Harry’s chest and cry until the horrible memories went away. Harry’s face was full of concern, his eyebrows were knitted together as he studied you.
“I’ll get us some drinks,” he announced quietly. You nodded.
You were standing awkwardly, fingers around a lock of hair when you heard them. You recognized their faces instantly, although you wished you didn’t.
“Man, some people just have no shame. What the hell is Y/N doing here? I didn’t realize dropouts were invited,” Nick said, fully aware you were listening.
“Eh, not surprised she showed up. The entire class has already seen her tits. Easiest lay in my four years,” Josh said, stuffing an olive into his mouth.
Hot tears pricked your eyes. You were a fool for ever wanting to show your face around these people. You turned sharply and collided with the heady scent and solidness of Harry’s chest. His hands immediately went to the tops of your arms, rubbing soothingly. You looked into his eyes and saw a threatening glare of fury. He heard.
“Harry…” you began.
“Shh baby, it’s okay, I got this.” He walked purposefully towards the two trust fund brats.
“You know, you two fucking wankers are sure ones to talk. Don’t act like you’re some high and mighty shit, when I know full well that you guys jerk off in the shower with her in your mind.”
The room was an eerie silence and once again all eyes were on you. Tears falling from your eyes, you weaved out of the crowd into the lobby. You heard Harry call after you.
“Y/N, I said wait,” Harry said, slightly annoyed. When he saw the never ending flow of tears on your cheeks, he softened immediately. “Oh fuck. I should go back in there and punch them, yeah?”
“No, no you shouldn’t,” you said. “Let’s just go, please.”
Jaw clenched, Harry nodded.
You were in your room, changing into your pajamas and wanting nothing more than to forget about the night. You wiped at the slightly damp skin of your cheeks, humiliated that you had basically cried the entire ride home. Harry’s hand soothingly ran up and down your thigh as his eyes darted from the road to your face. You went to close your window when you saw him.
Harry was swimming laps in the pool. His hair was thrown into a bun and his skin was a mix of flesh and black ink. You sighed, feeling both drawn and apologetic towards the man. You owed him a thank you. And an apology. You changed into your black two piece, grabbed a towel and threw out your pride.
“Mind if I join you?” you asked Harry, whose back was facing the opposite way.
He jumped slightly, and turned to face you. The water was up to his shoulders. He swam so that he was standing in the shallow end with you. His pecs glistened with the remains of the water.
“This is your house, Y/N, you don’t have to ask.” His accent sent shivers down your spine.
“I know,” you swallowed. “But you’re our guest, and I haven’t exactly been treating you properly.”
The corner of Harry’s lips turned into a small smile. “It’s okay, Y/N.”
“No, it’s not!” you interrupted. “I’ve been a real bitch.”
Harry’s face fell. “Don’t call yourself that. You’re not that bad, Y/N. You’re not bad at all.”
You swallowed, eyes fluttering closed as Harry glided his thumb across the top of your cheekbone.
“I’m sorry. For tonight,” you sputtered.
Harry tensed but his finger continued to lovingly caress you. “Don’t. Don’t apologize for that. None of it was your fault.”
“I know but…”
You opened your mouth to speak but you gave up. You wanted to tell Harry that those guys, those guys that slept with you and lied to you only to leave you, were the reason why you thought so poorly of him. But maybe he was different. No, you knew he was different.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” He whispered. Your eyes were locked on his.
You looked past Harry. “When you said I wasn’t your type, did you mean it?”
A look of pain flashed across Harry’s face. “No, baby, you’re exactly my type.”
His lips crashed against yours and his large hands pulled your wet body into his. Your lips were a mess of biting, sucking, teasing and licking, each taste leaving you hungry for more. Harry pushed your body against the side of the pool. Your back arched against the concrete.
Harry’s hand hovered near the top of your bikini bottom. You nodded, giving him permission. His hand slipped inside, rubbing delicate circles and sending the sensitive bud into euphoria. Your legs pushed towards him, practically shoving his hand inside your body. One finger pumped slowly in and out. You grabbed onto his broad shoulders, fingernails leaving a mark.
“Perfect, baby. You feel amazing around me. I’m going to try two, then my cock. If you want,” he added. You nodded greedily, never having wanted a man so much.
His second finger had stretched you some but you were still so tight when Harry entered you completely. You could feel his thick shaft in your stomach. Never had you felt so complete.
“Do you like it like this? Nice and slow?” Harry said in your ear. “I can tell you do. It feels like fucking heaven being inside you, Y/N.” You moaned, only furthering Harry’s healthy ego.
“I’m so close, baby. But I’m not wearing a condom, so I’m not going to be able to fill you with my hot cum. Another time, I promise.” He licked the outer shell of your ear.
You reached your climax together, passion mixing with the chlorine in the water. You wrapped your arms around Harry’s neck, inhaling his scent. You felt safe and satisfied and content. There was just something about him. Maybe it was everything about him.