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four*

*Norah's POV*

I pulled his sweatpants down and ran my fingers along the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers, deliberately teasing him as he watched me.

"I know what you're doing Norah," he shook his head, an amused smile on his full lips. "And it's annoying."

"I'm about to suck your d.ick, Styles. The least you could do is be nice," I laughed. He rolled his eyes, leaning back on his elbows against the counter. He looked absolutely delicious and I couldn't wait any longer to taste him.

So I slid his boxers down his legs and licked a long stripe up his rock hard dick, smiling to myself as a loud moan sounded from the back of his throat.

"F.uck Norah, god you look so good," he half-whined. "Shit."

I hummed and the vibration traveled from my mouth to his body, making him harden even more.

"Crap," he huffed. "How did you get so damn good at this?"

I rolled my eyes and since I knew his parents would be home soon, I decided to finish him as quickly as I could. So I took all of him in my mouth, gagging slightly as he hit the back of my throat.

"Oh f.uck." His eyes were squeezed shut as he cursed, my name falling sloppily from his lips as he shot down my throat. His hips jerked forward slightly so I was forced to swallow and it was probably a good thing because just as he finished, a car door slammed shut outside.

"Pull your pants up," I whispered hurriedly. He yanked his boxers up and looked at me, grinning as he kissed my lips gently.

"You have my cúm on your chin sweetheart," he chuckled as he wiped my face with a paper towel. "There we go."

"Act natural," I muttered. He laughed and shook his head, his arm resting on my shoulders as the door swung open.

"Hey kids!" his mom smiled as she walked in, followed by Walt carrying all the bags. "How did last night go?"

"Great," Harry grinned. "I stayed at Norah's with Gretchen and some of her friends."

"Where is Gretchen?" she beamed as Harry took the bags from Walt. "I haven't seen her in ages."

"She's just, around," I smiled. "She's kind of a brat though."

"Oh goodness," she laughed softly. "I guess that's how they are at that age."

"Harry wasn't like that," Walt chuckled. "He was more of a Barbie kind of guy."

We all laughed and Harry rolled his eyes, his cheeks reddening slightly as he looked down at his hands.

"I played with them like twice," he grumbled. "And it was only because Norah left them laying around!"

"Did not!" I protested. "You took them out of my room."

"Just admit it," Walt laughed. "Harry Styles is a girly girl."

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"Oh my god," I groaned as we walked back to my house. It was dark now, but the moon cast a soft shadow over our street, making it look like something out of a magazine. "I'm not eating for the rest of my life, I swear."

"I know," Harry chuckled. "My mom always goes overboard when you eat with us."

"Yeah, but I love her," I smiled, leaning into him for warmth. It was freezing cold and for the first time in my entire life, Harry hadn't offered me a jacket. It was odd.

"Let's go climb something," he suggested randomly. "We haven't done anything stupid in like, a week."

"What do you want to climb?"