Sequel to Just Relax.
The autumn was a cold one, one of the coldest London had experienced in easily fifty or sixty years. You were draped in a thick woolen overcoat of periwinkle blue, You had just come back from dropping off Niall at the airport, he was going back to Ireland to visit his family, he deserved a well earned break, and frankly so did you, So much had happened in the past 4 months. You didn’t even realize when you and Niall had gotten back together, he came to talk to you the night before you left to fashion camp, and he seemed to have err.. stayed the night. Everyone deserves second chance’s right? You caught him shagging a girl and you had shagged the living daylights out of his 2 best mates, You were even.
You didn’t know what you were doing here, you did not deserve to be here after what you had done to Louis and Harry. You were parked in front of their shared flat, thinking wither you should go in or not thinking about the disastrous consequences when they see you, you hadn’t see them again after you got back together with Niall, and frankly you just couldn’t bare looking at them straight in the eyes. You finally gathered enough courage and stepped out of your car and marched right up to their flat, you seem to have noticed that the door was open and furniture surrounded the door. You carefully, made sure you didn’t step on anything and walked to the front door.
“Mind the door, it’s a bit of a nuisance to get it shut in this weather,” a male voice called from behind. He came round from behind to lend a shoulder to the effort, his added strength and weight making up the difference. Slowly, the door eased shut.
Turning towards you he offered a quick, slightly harassed grin. “Sorry. I’m renovating the flat today - my mate’s at a wedding.” He ran a hand back over his already rumpled curly hair. “Er, can I help you? are you here to deliver the - Are you … hello?”
You still hadn’t said a word, staring at him from within the close confines and coils of your oversized muffler, the collar of your long coat turned up, a knit cap and earmuffs combined to keep the chill from you as much as possible. The bridge of your nose was tanned an almost freckled brown, the eyes that peered up at Harry Styles were not so very much darker than your skin.
You stared at him for a moment longer, then dropped your gaze; Harry frowned, then shook his head. “Cat got your tongue? ” He grinning mischievously.
You had been busy removing yourself of your hat, earmuffs and muffler while he’d been speaking, and while you still had your overcoat and gloves on, the untidy mass of (your hair color) which had fallen to past your shoulders was unmistakable, as was the now revealed face which was turned towards him. “Hello, Harry,” you offered, in as close to a nonchalant tone as you could muster. “It’s been a while. I hope you’re well.”
This time, it was Harry’s turn; he stared at You in shock, mouth hanging open for a moment before he recollected himself to his senses. “Just like that, it’s going to be, eh?” he said briskly, but there was an underlying mockery in his voice as he turned away. “Fine, then. You’ve missed Louis - he’s at Stan’s wedding. .
“I heard Stan was getting married,” You agreed, remaining standing by the door and glancing from Harry’s back to the window. ” But..I.. didn’t come here to talk about that.”
“No, I don’t imagine you did. You haven’t had much use for any of your old friends for a while, have you,” Harry answered easily, the same hard challenge in his voice as he picking up some boxes around
” Danielle mentioned you got into the university of your choice, “He turned back, offering You an impartial smile that looked almost unnatural to you.
You nodded once, looking down at the snow encrusting the toes of Your boots. “Yea..Yea i did , actually I didn’t come here to talk about that either.” You took a hesitant step forward, then three more, then stopped again, forcing Yourself to look up at him.
Harry glanced over his shoulder, face inscrutable. “I don’t see why not. You’ve moved on in the world, haven’t you? Gone on and up to bigger and better things. We always knew you had it in you - along with other things.” He set aside the box, straightening the cuffs of his shirt. It was pale blue and it clung to him and he wore dark tight jeans. “Don’t really see why you’re wasting your time here it hardly seems your style, these days.”
His words caused you to flinch visibly for a moment. Shoulders stiffening, as you abruptly tossed your muffler and cap to the floor, throwing the earmuffs at Harry. He arched one eyebrow, but was cut short by your words. “Will you just LISTEN to me? Harry Styles ,I’m here for one reason and one reason only, and you’re doing your best to drive me away without even letting me tell you what I’ve come to say! Is this how you treat women who come along way just to see you?”
Briefly, Harry’s expression shifted into a scowl, and for one wild instant, You thought he was going to lunge at you. Perhaps confronting him inside his own flat mightn’t have been such a good idea, after all…
The moment passed, though, and his features settled into impassive lines that were in some ways more unnerving than his scowl had been. “Fine,” Harry answered neutrally, turning away again. “Lock the door I’m sure that a bright girl like you can manage that much.”
You winced as you spun around on your heel walking towards the door to lock it “Look. I don’t know why you’re here, but if you’re waiting on Louis , don’t. He’s one of the ushers, and likely won’t be back for hours, and frankly, he won’t want to see you and I don’t want you to see him.”
His tone was frigidly cold, barely civil, the underlying hostility in his voice suddenly raw and angry. Closing your eyes tightly, You wrapped your arms around yourself as if to shield yourself from the wind outside, as if it had entered the room through the force of Harry’s ruthlessness.
He’d come to a halt, standing over you, scowling with his hands on his hips, too close for you to see anything beyond him. Harry lowered his face to just above yours expression unaltered, and in a low, tight voice, he asked, “Well, Y/n? Why did you come back?”
You were at a loss for words in self-defense against his obvious displeasure, without barriers between yourself and him; he wasn’t so easygoing now it wasn’t easy to annoy the lads, but Harry was well past annoyed.
However, you had to say something. “I came back because I needed to,” You answered, in a tone you could manage. “Even if you hate me now even if this is all some horrible joke, I’ve got to set things right to be able to move on with my life.” You realized that you were trembling.
Harry’s reaction wasn’t what you expected. “You …came here to move ON?” He had gripped on to your wrist, but the look he gave you was one of loathing. “The only one playing jokes or games here right now is you, Y/n” The sound of his own voice seemed to anger him further his face going white for a moment, and his grip tightened on your wrist. “Damn you,” he muttered. “Why did you have to come back now? I- oh, fine.” He stepped to the side and back suddenly, a quick motion that turned you around with him and left you with your back pressed against the kitchen counter as he then stepped forward, effectively trapping you.
Your hands came up with an instinctive movement intended to maintain some space but his grip on your wrist hadn’t dropped. Harry leaned forward, bearing his weight against your hips and shoulders, his other hand coming up to lift Your chin. “You want to be free of me, Y/n?”, he inquired, a pleasant yet alarming warmth spreading from where his body and yours overlapped at the hips and you shoulder. “Fine. Last encounters, then, and we’re quits, you can move on, you won’t bother me or Louis ever again.” With that statement, he brought his mouth down on yours in a harsh, punishing kiss.
He pried your mouth open with the force of his own, teeth clicking slightly before his tongue invaded with a deft grace that was both ruthless and yet somehow very typical of Harry; both of the boys had always been good at that, at backing you into corners and then teasing you relentlessly.
His fingers still encircled your wrist, and you were vacantly aware of your pulse picking up against his fingers, when suddenly a rush of cool air rolled down along your front; Harry had pushed himself away, and was staring at you with a somewhat wild gaze. “You’d better go, Y/n,” he muttered, looking down at you then away. “If you don’t - I won’t be responsible for what happens.”
You blinked slowly, bringing his hand up to your lips. One hand only; he seemed unaware of his retained grip upon the other as he explored the bruised, tender texture of your mouth. “I … I’m not going anywhere,” you answered, your voice sounding oddly shrill to your own ears as you looked up at him. “Harry… I won’t. I can’t. I’m not going anywhere, and you can’t make me! I need to kn-“
“I bloody warned you, Y/n I won’t stop now.”
Then he kissed You again.
He’d let go of your wrist, though it took you several eternities to realize it. Instead, he’d dropped one hand to your waist, keeping you pinned against the counter and working your jeans, his fingers dipping into the hem and tugging loose, brushing y our skin his other hand was on the back of your neck, cradling and stroking, keeping your eyes from opening too far; keeping you sedated in a vague buzz of crowding arousal as his fingers slid into your hair. You sighed, and his tongue slid into your mouth with persuasive force.
Harry stepped back, leaving you to sway for a moment, the counter the only thing keeping your knees from collapsing
He stepped forward, both hands coming to your hips, and before you realised he yanked your shirt up over your head, making you yelp slightly as the cool air hit you.
Harry shifted closer, running a finger over the edge of the lace trim. “Spending your hard-earned money, I see,” he muttered harshly, staring down at you until you blushed and dropped Your own gaze. “Nice to see you’re getting some practical use out of it.” He reached over with his other hand as well, trailing his fingertips down over your covered breasts, then cupping them in order to brush his thumbs back and forth over your nipples. It brought a moan to your lips.
“Clever little girls like you don’t need lace,” Harry stated bluntly. His hands came up, and with a sudden movement, he gripped the edge of the two cups, and twisted while pulling. Threads snapped away from the pink rosette decoration He then dragged the bra away, tossing it
He was rubbing his palms along your bared breasts, making you arch slightly into his hands. He swirled his tongue around your nipple, suckling at it while he continued to rub his thumb slowly back and forth over the other you could feel his other hand moving down your denim-covered thigh, then inwards and back up to undo the clasp of your jeans.
He stopped once they were halfway down your thighs, then off went flying your jeans joining your other clothes. Drawing his palms up over your belly, he told you in a quiet, intense voice, “I’m not going to stop, Y/N I’m not going to stop until I’m bloody well done I told you to go, but you didn’t listen.” Harry’s gaze bore down onto yours.
“Still wearing cotton panties little girl?”, he mocked. Then he drew his fingers an inch to the side, to rest between your groin and thigh, and slowly lifted the bit of fabric up. He slid his fingers underneath, brushing you with sudden gentleness,
You whimpered, and he smirked. “You always liked to be teased,” he remarked lazily. “You’d you say you hated it, but whenever Louis or I’d pull you aside and start touching you like this, you’d beg. I still remember how wet I got you that one time, You kept whinging about how anyone could walk in and see us at any time, but that didn’t stop you from begging me to fuck you up against the wall of the alley. Do you remember y/n” He whispered against your ear
Even the memory of it could make you blush and squirm, as Harry and Louis both knew perfectly well, you’d ended up with Harry buried inside you, your legs wrapped around his waist with your skirt up to your hips as he fucked you relentlessly until you hid your face in his shoulder to muffle your squeals. He’d refused to give your panties back after, instead passing them to Louis. You could feel yourself blush and squirm now.
But know you were blushing and squirming now for a different reason as well as arching Your hips in little jerks to try to bring his fingers into closer contact . Harry grinned down at you. “Louis still has them, you know,” he told you ruthlessly, pulling his fingers away. Then he leaned down to capture your mouth in a quick, forceful kiss, and slid down along your body. He hooked his index fingers into the waistband of your panties, and pulled them down around Your knees.
Before you could do anything Harry had his hand up against Your thighs again, “You always had such a pretty pussy,” he told you, in a casual tone of voice, bestowing the compliment like an insult. He drew his fingers away, then slid his index finger slowly in you, and you always did get wet so fast for me. I’m going to drive you to orgasm, Y/n I’m going to make you come for me, and then we’ll get on with it.”
“Feel that?” Harry whispered. “Your clit, Y/n Do you still blush when I talk dirty to you? You’ve always had such a prissy side. It’s your clit, little girl. I’m rubbing it.” He was indeed, making slow circles which had you squirming your hips, trying to escape contact or to increase it. It didn’t matter which because you were vulnerable. He stopped suddenly, leaving you quivering, his fingertip pressed hard against you. “You’re trying to suck me in and ride me already?” Harry asked you in an amused tone of voice. You whimpered, mouth hanging slightly open, and as suddenly as he’d ended, he started again, this time directly, watching your spasm. It was fast, and hard your orgasm took hold of you.
Harry didn’t stop until your back stopped arching before you could gather your wits, he’d gathered you up in his arms more like bundled laundry than a romantic cradle-carry, and swept you along where he dropped into a chair and dragged you over his lap. He held you there with one hand curved over the roundness of your bottom, his other hand brushing almost gently along your cheek to the nape of your neck before stopping there. You swallowed hard, starting to turn to look at him, but his fingers pressed down, and you stopped.
“I’ve always wanted to do this to you. Never would, because I knew you wouldn’t let me,” Harry remarked his tone returning to the light mockery which was so typical of him. You were used to it being a friendly sound, though and right now, You weren’t sure of what he was going to do with you. “You do know what I’m going to do to you, don’t you?”
You squirmed slightly, trying to turn, to make eye contact. “F-Harry, I…”
“Shh,” he whispered, shifting his position just slightly, fingers fixed on the back of Your neck. It was firm, though not painful; just a warning to prevent you from further struggles. He squeezed Your buttock lightly, then slid his palm down along the back of Your thigh. “Were we not good enough y/n?”
He was drawing one long fingertip up between Your thighs now, keeping them parted with the angle of his knee. Your hip was pressed against his groin; there was no mistaking that he was aroused.
“Did you enjoy fucking Niall? but let’s face it you wanted us more.” His finger continued to travel up along your slit making you squirm and whimper quietly. He continued up to pause at your anus, and you went very still. He laughed. “No, little girl. You’re not getting off that lightly.”
You drew his hand away, and you sighed under your breath, relaxing some of the tension. That was when his hand came down onto Your bare bottom in a sharp, stinging slap. You arched, jerking and twisting Your head to look up at Harry, expression shocked and outraged, unable to keep the tears from springing to Your eyes.
Harry just smiled down at You, and his palm rubbed soothingly over Your skin. “I told you that you’re not getting off that lightly,” he murmured. “You left, Y/n One day you were there, and then you were gone.” On the word ‘gone’, his hand came away, and you tensed, but the next blow didn’t come. He said simply, “You were gone, and you didn’t come back.”
His hand travelled down between your thighs, tickling slightly along the inner left as he watched you squirm. “You told Niall it was wrong of him to cheat on you, but you were doing exactly that. ” He positioned a fingertip at your entrance, sliding it in slowly and you started panting “Is that why you didn’t come back?” He slid his finger back out of you, then in again still at that slow pace. “Did we frustrate you?” He positioned a second finger, sliding both fingers as you squeaked.
He slid his fingers back out ”you deserve a little frustration,” Harry whispered. “For all the nights we had to deal with the wondering” His hand came away, and you braced yourself, but the slap didn’t come.
Looking down at you he splayed one hand lightly over your belly. “Why’d you have to be so beautiful, Y/n” he asked in a sudden whisper. “You were never beautiful like Caroline and Eleanor were. They were animals - all graceful and strong and great fun. But they knew the rules, and so did we, and we never took it too seriously, but you had your own way of being noticed. You insisted on it and you were such a bloody girl about it!”
Trailing his fingers up from your stomach, he rested his hand for a moment between your breasts. “You were a ruddy pain in the arse,” he added as an afterthought. “But we definitely noticed you.” He pulled his hand away, then smoothly hopped up onto the counter, by your feet, leaning forward over you.
His eyes were impossibly green. You stared upwards at him, shivering slightly, squirming in restless discomfort. Harry noticed it, and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards faintly as he brought his lips down to rest just against yours, nose to nose. “Something wrong, baby girl?”, he murmured, then kissed you a slow, kiss, without the urgency or violence of his earlier kisses. You sighed, murmuring a response lifting your head to lean into the kiss, kissing him back.
That, evidently, was a mistake; Harry stiffened slightly, then kissed your hard, driving you back down under the force of it, leaving your lips stinging and bruised. One hand went to Your hip, the other covering one of your breasts. “The last time, Y/n,” he muttered. “Remember that.”
He slid down , his mouth warm and wet as he sucked at first one, then the other nipple, lying up against you, His mouth sought the sensitive spot behind and below your right ear, he nuzzled it, then began to suck at the spot while he plucked and pinched Your left nipple. You were whimpering and he whispered, “I bet Niall’s never made you feel like this before” He bit at the spot he’d been sucking on, and you let out a quiet cry. “That’s going to leave a mark,” he told you, satisfied.
“Harry, I …” You started to speak, the words sounding strange to you as you tried to will your lips to work. Harry was ignoring you however he ran his hand down your body, along your side, making your squirm. He settled his palm over you clit stroking upwards, then back down. You felt your stomach muscles tighten.
Using both hands, Harry parted Your labia with his fingers, then ran one fingertip along the insides of your swollen, puffy inner lips. “You’re so wet,” he commented, giving You his all too familiar catfish grin, then looking back down. “It’s running down your thighs, Y/n I’m thinking you’d probably like it if I fucked you soon.” As he said the word ‘fucked’, he brushed Your clit, watching your back arch as you moaned.
You felt as if you could cry with frustration; you tensed, trying to break free of his grasp without success. “Harry Styles,” you demanded breathlessly, “if you don’t stop it, I’ll …you stopped, pressing Your lips together, then burst out with, “I don’t know why you’re being so cruel to me please, Harry, I need you!”
“Need…” Harry echoed the word with a growl, He crawled over you straddling your thighs for a moment as he watched you.
Craning your head upwards for a moment, You had an excellent view of Harry’s upper and lower torso, and of the hard erection he was currently sporting. He ran his hand over himself for a moment, then shifted, positioning himself just against your entrance. You felt a sharp tingling pulse in your nipples as he brushed against you and it made you whimper.
“I’m going to take you, Y/n “Harry told you. Gasping slightly as he pushed against you “I’m going to use my cock and I’m going to fuck you bloody senseless. He slid into you until he bumped your pelvis, making you squeak, and then, with agonizing slowness, he began to withdraw.
Curling one hand around the your hip, he began to thrust back into you. At first, he maintained that same slow pace,. You found yourself whimpering as he did , unable to do more than try to lift your hips into it, the hard wood of the counter providing no mercy to your slightly sore bottom. And with every thrust Harry made sure to rub up against you making contact with your clit before pulling away.
After what felt like eternities later Harry began to thrust into you faster, nudging your thighs wider apart. “Remember that time at the flat, y/n? Louis and I took turns with you all night, holding you down and driving you wild until you begged us to stop. You could barely walk the next morning. Well, I’m going to make sure you can’t bloody walk away this time without knowing it!”
You gasped, “Harry, I … oh, Harry, I can’t, I’m I’m” you arched your hips up into his thrust, tightening around him as the world began to disintegrate you eyes squeezed shut. It seemed to have an equal effect on him, because with a sudden groan of your name against your ear, you hard nipples were crushed into his chest as he drove into You wildly several more times. Your scream echoed in the otherwise empty flat
After several eons, Harry slowly eased off of you, sliding from the counter and staggering to a position roughly approximating upright. He looked down at You, who was still sprawled on the counter, lips parted and visibly darkened with sex and bruising. You looked flushed and very well-fucked. You shuddered, and looked away while Harry muttering, ” This is Going to be a bloody cold departure for you, isn’t it.”
You looked at Harry finally coming back from your high, as tears sprung from your eyes ” HARRY FUCKING STYLES WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I LOVE YOU.” You hadn’t noticed that your knees had given in and you were sobbing uncontrollably . Harry looked down at you with sympathy in his eyes and he swooped you up in his arms like you were a fragile porcelain doll. “Shh baby shh, don’t cry. There’s no reason to cry because I feel the same way. I love you too.” He cupped your face and wiped the tears from your face. He hadn’t let go of you still holding you cradled in his lap.
“Then..Why are you be so harsh towards me harry?” You spoke quietly as you hid your face in his chest “I…I couldn’t handle you being with Niall, neither could lou, y/n we were a mess without you, we missed you, we just wanted you back.”
” Please … don’t be cruel to me anymore. I - I can’t take anymore.” You spoke your voice still raspy, “Silly girl” Harry’s voice was thick with emotion, and after another momentary rub to his chin, he reached for you, pulling you close so that your back was up against his chest as he draped his arms around you. “I promise, no cruelty, just love,” You seemed to have snuggled up to him. Both of you still and silent him holding you the perfect position. After what seemed hours later, you felt him shift “What about Niall?” Harry asked you with concern and sadness in his eyes. “What about him?” You replied back with a hint of humor in your voice.” Harry laughed the humor back in his eyes, “Just Wait till Lou comes home and it’ll be just like old times” Harry winked folding you into his arms just like old times.