Text Messages ↠ Harry Styles

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| 12 | ~ Harry |

Tuesday, 10:04 P.M

My hands are shaking, my heart pounding in my chest while I stride up the stairs. I know what I was going to do was a bold move, and so I decide to just do it. I wipe my palms off on my jeans, and wait patiently 'till Olivia walks out of her room.

Then, I quickly push my body against hers, resulting in us both slamming against the wall. "I don't think another layer of clothing is needed, babe," I say, then kiss her feverishly, giving no mercy as I press her up against the wall.

I tilt my head, gripping the wall with one hand while I hold her hip firmly with the other. "H-Harry," She breathes when I pull away just a little to give her access to some oxygen. "Hm?" I hum, my forehead pressed to hers as we stand in a circle of fire, of lust.

"Fuck this," She murmurs, making a shiver of arousal run down my body while she grasps the back of my neck in her soft, firm grip and pulls me down to bring my lips back to hers. I run my hands along Olivia's back, gently and teasingly circling my hips against hers.

She gasps, arching her back off of the wall and pressing her chest against mine. I bite her bottom lip, running my hands to her butt and picking her up, letting her wrap her toned legs around my waist.

"Where's the bedroom?" I rasp against her hungry, cotton candy-flavoured lips. "R-Right around the corner, Haz," She mumbles, and the way my nickname leaves her mouth has me shivering feverishly. Almost as if I have a fever.

Wrapping my hands around the back of her thighs, I move away from the wall as she loops her arms around my neck. She goes back to kissing me while I find the bedroom.

We stumble in, our lips still passionately moving against each other. I lay her down, pressing my body up against hers while I keep myself up on my elbows.

Her hands find my hair again, tangling her fingers into the locks to pull me closer. After a few minutes of the heated make out, she lets go of my hair and trails her hands down to my chest, her soft fingers grazing past the bare parts of my neck.

Olivia starts unbuttoning the thin flannel and soon enough I shrug it off, throwing it away. She stares at my chest, biting her lip and I chuckle.

She rests her hands on my shoulders and sits up to kiss me, her hands running up and down my chest and arms. "Baby," I murmur, making her stop her hands at my shoulders.

"Yeah?" She asks softly, the silence around us so comfortable, I don't know how it could even be possible. "I... Don't want to rush you into anything, you know that right?" I ask quietly, hoping dearly I didn't just kill the mood.

"Yeah, I know Harry," She smiles, "I'm not a virgin so..." She giggles softly and I laugh, pecking her lips before straddling her.

She leans up to kiss me before I roll us over, letting her take charge while she slips her tongue into my mouth. I can't contain my moan, and I let her name roll off of my tongue when she circles her hips over mine.

After a little of teasing, I decide to get it over with and pull her sweater over her head, discarding it somewhere on the floor. I run my hands over her collar bone down to her chest, feeling her heartbeat increase under my touch.

"Harry, stop fucking teasing," She mumbles, and it's enough for me to unbuckle my belt, enough to pull my jeans down and press her body against the bed.

Wednesday, 11.09 A.M

I wake up to the sun shining in my eyes, my arms wrapped around Olivia's waist with her back against my chest. I turn over slightly to read the numbers on the digital clock on her night stand. 11.10 It reads, and I unwrap my arms from around Olivia's waist to get up to make us breakfast.

Before making my way downstairs, I slip on a pair of boxers and then start to mix batter for pancakes. Just a little after I finish making the fourth pancake, Olivia comes down the stairs wearing my shirt. I smirk, flipping the pancake with a flick of my wrist.

"Hey, H." She smiles, coming up next to me and kissing my shoulder before hopping onto the counter. "Sleep well?" I ask, smiling as I turn the stove off and go to stand in between her legs.

"Yeah," Olivia grins, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me softly. I smile and rub her thighs, pulling her closer to me while she trails her hands up my chest.

I pull away, smirking, "I need to get back to the pancakes."

"Fuck you, Styles." She laughs and hops off, getting some milk and cat food. "You have a cat?" I ask and then remember "ohh yeah."

She clicks her tongue and a black and white cat comes into the kitchen from God-Knows-Where. "Harry meet Oreo," Olivia giggles while giving it the milk and cat food.

Oh, God, I think jokingly, I've got competition.

| A/N: |

I am so so so sorry for the late update!! School's just been getting in the way and chatting with people has been too but I don't mind that :D

I hope you liked this chapter!! Tell me what you think and maybe you'll get a shoutout and a dirty part in the next chapter -wiggles eyebrows- but I really don't wanna put this under Mature. Sigh.

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