one minute || h.s

eighteen

One of my favorites of all time is the song of the chapter and I put it on the side for all of you!

Something by The Beatles

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Harry.

“You know what I’ve always wanted to do?” My back slammed against the wall in my hallway as my shirt was fisted up in her small hands.

“What?” I asked, panting.

“You know in movies…” My lips locked on her mouth, roughly, before she could say another word. “How they have that really crazy—”

“Sëx?” Smiling, she bit my lip and nodded before I turned us around, so now it was her back slammed tight in-between myself and the wall. Our mouths were hungry for each other. I was starving for her. I had been for longer than I was willing to admit. Picking her up, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist and I lead us towards the living room. It was late, the windows were all open and the hot rain was pelting every external inch of my house and I had a throbbing bone that just really needed her. The sound of the loud rain drowned out our moans, but I could feel it—I could feel her body against mine, I could feel her wanting me just as I wanted her. 

“So…” Her voice was strained and hoarse as she pulled her lips away from mine. “Now we’re best friends that kiss and fück a little?” Laughing, I allowed her to push me down onto the couch, only to straddle my lap seconds later. 

“We’ll discuss the nitty-gritty later, yes?” She smiled a smile so beautiful, I swore the sun would come and outshine the moon and dry up the rain. Then she pulled her t-shirt away, the Led Zeppelin one that had the hole in the armpit region. Every bit of her was visible through the sheer fabric of her bralette, and I pulled the straps down, freeing her.

“Are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to do something?” This brazen vixen in my lap was not my sweet girl—my adorably goofy little monkey…no, this girl was someone completely different. Someone I’d never seen before. Part of me was ready to undo my belt and give her what she wanted right here and now, but this was the first time—our first time—I wasn’t going to let it happen in under three minutes. I placed my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her down, kissing her with everything in me. She seemed to melt into me as I did so, her posture wasn’t sharp, but she molded against me as I held her close. 

“Savor this with me, doll…” Nodding, she became putty in my hands. I went slow, every kiss and every touch…every brush of my hand over her skin, she allowed me to take the time I needed to show her how I felt. Ten or so minutes passed and I was getting ready to slide into her. I’d laid her down and my body hovered only centimeters away. I steadied myself with one of my hands, and the other went to the side of her head. As I cupped her face, her hands came up and clutched my wrist. The gasp that slipped from her mouth as I pressed forward was something I could listen to over and over again. She wasn’t all that tight, but around me it seemed like it may as well have been her first time. I let myself move in and out torturously, it was so difficult, seeing as how I’d been ready for so long, but I held myself together for her sake. Our hands moved up above our heads…fingers slipped in-between fingers and our lips connected once again. The whimpers sounding from her made me know that it wouldn’t be long before she was hitting her peak. As her legs wrapped around my hips, I gave her a few more thrusts which sent her over and she cried out in my arms. I waited until it had completely washed over her before I let myself go entirely. 

“Well, fück…” She breathed, minutes later as she bit her thumb nail. 

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

“You sure know how to work it, don’t you, Styles?”

“I do my best.” My lazy shrug had her giggling. “But you…that was—that was…” I couldn’t even find the right words. “Something else…”

“I do my best.” I nipped at her clavicle.

“Something in the way…she moves…” I began to sing and she covered her face, clearly trying (and failing) to hide her laugh. 

“Oh my god, no…”

“Attracts me like…no other lover…”

“Harry Styles, you stop it right now.”

“Something in the way…she mo-oves me…”

“I’m leaving you!” I continued to sing and hold her tightly as she continued to laugh.

“Don’t wanna leave ‘er now…” Her palm came up and covered my mouth.

“You big dummy!” I licked her skin, but she refused to take her hand away. “Where did you think serenading me with The Beatles was going to get you?”

“Was hopin’ for a kiss…” She kissed me through her cackles and I held on for dear life. 

“You can always have a kiss.”

“How about a dance?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that…” She smiled, shaking her head. 

“Come on!”

“Uh-uh…”

“Please, monkey?”

“I don’t think so…” I rolled over her and off the couch, sifting around for my boxers. As I pulled them up my legs, she lay there, watching me.

“I’m putting it on the record player, and you’re going to dance with me.”

“No, I’m not!”

“You are. It’s already been decided. Get your skivvies on, baby.” I moved over to the wall that held every record I owned and hoped to god, Abbey Road was here and not back in London. When I found it, my smile must’ve been quite silly, but that didn’t matter. I set it up and the song began drifting through my home. She walked over to me and we began to dance slowly around the room.

“You…” She shook her head at me, though her smile was everything in the entire world—in my entire world.

“Somewhere in her smile…she knows…”

“You’re really gonna sing?”

“That I don’t need no other lover…something in her style tha-at shows me…”

“Hey idiot?”

“Yes, monkey?”

“Kiss me. Kiss me right now.” I kissed her as we danced. The minute turned into minutes and then the record was over and we were still dancing and I was still kissing her, and I had never been so peaceful and so god damn happy in my lifetime. Everything that had happened to me in the past, nothing compared to dancing and kissing her around my living room, while the rain teemed outside and Abbey Road played in the background. Nothing would ever compare, and that was something I was very, very sure about.