Harry Styles Shorts and One Shots

Unholy 5 **

Word Count: 4,000

Harry

It's finally Thursday. This has been the most agonizing four days of my entire life. Never have I craved someone's company the way I do Faith's. Her smile, her laugh, the way she smells and looks at me. Absolutely everything about her drives me completely mad in the best way. I'm addicted to her.

I've arrived to the church a little early today, but that's okay. I stopped at Starbucks on the way here to grab Faith an iced coffee, hoping she doesn't spill it on the carpet again. Even if she did, I wouldn't care. I just can't trash the church my father left to me. He never said anything about not fucking my secretary in it, though.

My father would faint if he knew the things I've done lately. And when he'd come-to, he'd probably strangle me.

I sit at the desk in the office, checking my schedule and seeing that I have a meeting today at three with two new members of the church. Apparently, they haven't been here before, but they wanted to meet the priest before joining. That's understandable. Hopefully they won't be put off by how young I am, or the small tattoo on my hand.

The memory of Faith pointing it out for the first time brings a smile to my face. I knew she was intrigued and not offended when she saw it. Given by how she reacted to the rest of them, I think it's very safe to say that she likes them; probably even a turn on for her.

The sudden intrusive thought of how wet she gets for me instantly sends a rush of arousal to my cock and I close my eyes briefly, reminiscing in the squeeze of her walls and the look of pure pleasure on her face as I crash myself into her. I don't think I've ever been more sexually satisfied in my life than I am with her. She's intoxicating.

"Oh, hi," Faith's sweet voice chirps, ripping me from my sinful thoughts.

"Good morning," I beam, standing as I hand her the iced coffee I brought. "A little something for you this morning."

Her wide honey brown eyes soften, filled with genuine happiness. "Harry, that's so sweet. Thank you."

I look to the open office door and furrow my brows. "Uh, Father Harry," I whisper.

"Shit, sorry," she whispers back. "Switching between the two is going to be a challenge."

"I thought you liked calling me Father," I say to her with my voice low.

Her eyes flutter briefly, her bottom lip being tucked into her teeth. "You're right, I do. Just as much as you like me saying it to you."

I clench my jaw, my growing arousal now making my slacks uncomfortable.

Faith's eyes flick down, then back up to my own. "Do you remember the deal we made? None of that at work."

"Right," I clear my throat, backing away from her a bit. "I may have to separate myself for a minute, then."

"As will I," she giggles, sipping from her iced coffee. "This is perfect, by the way. How'd you know what I order?"

I lean against the doorframe, watching as she sits at the computer. "I saw it on your cup from last time. I'm not big on iced coffee, but it sounded good."

"Would you like to try some?"

"No, thank you," I smile. "I have to be off—uh—separating."

She giggles. "Yes, Father."

It's really my fault that she calls me that while I'm buried inside of her. I wanted her to. It was so blasphemous that it made me even more rock hard than I already was in that moment in the confessional.