"Theresa!" My manager called me.

"It's just Tessa, ma'am." I told her as I walked up to the counter, the dish bin still in my hands.

She always sat in the same spot reading one of her magazines, but the place always held people, so she must be doing something right.

"Tessa, then." She sighed. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times." She dragged it out, sounding incredibly annoyed.

"Told me what?" I was so confused.

She motioned her head towards the bin in my hands. "You're too hot to do dishes. You should be up front and flaunting those curves." I blushed at how forward my manager was. I nodded dutifully and turned to find some place to set the bin down that wasn't in the way, but I collided with a rock-hard body. My dish bin dropped to the floor, probably breaking a few, and some caught me before I could fall, too. I was so clumsy. The male, I guessed because of his strong physique, had grabbed my arms to steady me. I slowly brought my eyes up from his black, pointed shoes, trailing over his long legs covered by tighter-than-spandex black skinny jeans and his lengthy torso clothed in a black tee-shirt, to over his pouty pink lips and his curly brown hair that was pushed back and styled in a "just fucked" kind of way.

There was only one word to be able to describe this man: sex. Everything about him screamed it from the rooftops. My gaze finally came to rest in his sparkling green eyes. His eyes were perfect and filled with desire. They seemed to suck the light out of the room just to let it shine straight through his eyes. For what, I have no idea. There was no doubt, this was the sexiest man alive.

"You okay?" He asked in a raspy, deep voice, displaying his British accent.

Shaking myself out of my perverted thoughts about what I would let this man do to me, I answered. "Yeah, thanks for catching me."

He smirked, showcasing his pearly whites. Seriously, was there anything imperfect about him? "I always catch a girl who falls for me." He said with a wink. Damn, this boy was good. I blushed an even deeper red than before. He made a good show of ravishing my body with his eyes, lingering on my legs that were showing because of my skirt and my chest, which was emphasized more than usual because of the black bikini underneath the white V-neck.

"I think it was more like I fell because of you." He laughed heartily, which sent tingles down to my nether regions.

Suddenly, my manager cleared her throat behind me. I then remembered that we weren't the only people in the room and that there were dishes on the floor. I quickly crouched down to clear up the mess. I put all the dishes and pieces of dishes back in the bin. Little did I know, I had given him a wide-open view of my breasts.

When I came back up, bin in my hands, he made no move to his where his eyes had been. He was so cocky, but it worked for him. It was such a turn on.

"Let me help you with that, love." He smiled cheekily as he took the bin out of my hands and placed it on the bar behind me. His hands were so large. Thinking thoughts of the like brought shivers down my spine.

"Um, thanks." My blush was back. More like it had never left in the first place. I turned to see that my manager had gone back to reading one of her many magazines. I was glad she wasn't observing the fool I was making of myself.

"What's a hot girl like you doing carrying dirty dishes, anyway? Got time off the runway or something?" He joked. Or at least I assumed he was joking.

"No, just doing my job actually." I stuttered shakily. I hated how nervous he made me. But I'd handle it if it meant being next to this sex god longer.

"Darlin', your job should be out there in the world, modeling or summat." He tucked a string of hair behind my ear that had fallen from its place in my ponytail and winked for what must've been the hundredth time. I could feel my ears burn at the physical contact. If just a single brush could light my skin afire, just think what more would do to me. I could imagine...his hands palming my breasts,his teeth nipping my skin and loops soothing the sting, the feel of him pressed against me. Jeez, I was back in high school again, getting one of those school-girl crushes. I was all hot and bothered now. "Love, I'm Harry. Harry Styles." He said in his deep, breathy voice. His name fit him perfectly. I couldn't think of a better one for him. He raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to share yours?" For some reason, I felt like he was talking about something besides my name.

"I'm-I'm just Tessa." Shit, I need to control these nerves.

"Well, Just Tessa, what time do you get off from this dump?" He asked, his eyes burning through me. I was surprised he couldn't just read my mind.

"Four." He smiled and showed off his perfect teeth again.

"I'll pick you up before four thirty then."

"Wait, what?" I was so confused. First, this sex on legs creature was asking me out. Second, I had only just met the guy. He huffed out as if he was annoyed, but there was a playful spark in his lovely eyes.

"There's a raging party at mine tonight, and I think a bird as fit as yourself should make the scene." Cue the wink.

"But if it's not until tonight, then why are you picking me up before?" I was still puzzled.

He bent down close to my ear, a longer way for him than it would have been for most guys since I was fairly tall. "I think you can take a wild guess." He bit down a little on the lobe of my ear, as if to drive the point home.

Right then, I decided I'd do whatever this Harry Styles wanted. There was no doubt that I wouldn't go to this party. After soothing the bite of the sting with his tongue, he straightened and sent me another wink before walking out the door. Whenever he walked past them, girls would openly stare at him no matter who they were with. Everyone seemed to go quiet and the lights seemed to dim when he walked out the door. I could believe that the world did revolve around Harry Styles. He had already pulled me into his orbit.
***

"Tessa White, cancel your plans for tonight." Niall shouted for the whole world to hear as he walked into the restaurant.

"No thanks you, sir." A frown made its way onto my face. I was going to Harry's party in less than an hour. No way would I even dare to cancel on that.

"Please?" He put on his puppy dog face as he sat down at his seat by the bar, jutting out his bottom lip. "I wanna take you to one of my friend's parties!" He jumped excitedly.

"I'm already going to a party tonight." I snubbed.

"Whose?" Niall was immediately suspicious and went into protective mode.

"It's not really any of your business, but his name is Harry Styles." Niall's jaw dropped, but then his face turned into a puzzled expression.

"You know Harreh?"

I gave him a look as if to say it was obvious. "If you mean Harry Styles aka sex god, then yes I do as of today."

His face drooped, but then perked up. "Great! I'll take you there tonight!"

My mouth pursed and I felt weird. "Harry will be here in like forty five minutes to pick me up." He suddenly looked so sad and I felt terrible for not spending time with him. I was such a terrible friend. "Maybe you can come with us?" I really hated excluding Niall. Harry was his friend too, so it shouldn't be a problem. Plus, there's not much you can do in a car.

Niall was back to his normal happy self again. "Okay, can I have my Coke now?" He asked adorably. If I had a pet, I'd want it to be something as cute as Niall. Like, a penguin for example. But it would have to stay little and cute forever.

"Of course." I got his daily can of Coca-Cola before clocking out of my shift early. Thank God it was Friday. I was so done with this week.

In the locker room, a small room in the back of the shop that had one row of lockers and a small changing area, I changed back into the clothes I had worn to work. I didn't know whether or not there would be a pool, so I just pulled on my jean shorts and black tank top over my bikini. I also changed my converse for my spare pair of sandals. I walked out, bag slung over my shoulder, and walked over to Niall. "Can you do my hair? Please?" I honestly had no idea what to do with it.

"Why don't you just leave it like that?" He questioned.

I shook my hair out of its hair tie. It fell down into its natural waves. "Because it looks weird, and I hate it when it's down."

He sighed. "What do you want me to do?"

"Anything." I told him as I ;lowered the bar stool next him and took a seat. He pulled all of it back and put it up into a ponytail, but he left one extra-curly piece down to frame my face. I checked it in the reflection, and it looked gorgeous, way better than anything I could've done. If I was super famous, I'd hire him as my hair stylist. "Thank you!" I squealed and threw my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist in surprise. I pecked his cheek before pulling back. "You're a lifesaver!" He laughed at me-not with me, I could tell-and my childish behaviours.

"Am I interrupting something?" A deep, manly voice whispered near my ear.

"Aah!" I squeaked in fright and jumped. Niall and Harry, the mystery man who whispered in my ear, both burst into laughter. I connected the dots, so I'm pretty sure Niall knew what was going to happen. "Hey!" I hit Harry on the shoulder and then Niall. "What was that for?"

"Damn, what was that for?" Niall rubbed his shoulder in pain.

"You let him scare me!" That caused Niall to forget about the bit of pain he was in and burst into renewed fits of laughter.

"Shit, girl, you pack a mean punch." Harry had a hand on his bicep, where I had hit him. I meant to hit his shoulder, but he was too tall and my aim missed. It was a bit of and awkward punch.

"Sorry, you scared me." I mumbled, the ever-present blush rising to my cheeks.

"Don't worry, I like 'em feisty." He licked his long tongue over his perfect pink lips. Oh, how I wanted that mouth on mine.

He abruptly changed the subject. "So you ready to go?" I nodded.

"But just one thing. Can Niall ride with us?" I asked hopefully.

He waved it off. "No problem. Just saying though, I brought my truck. Which means I only have two actual seats, so someone has to be in the middle."

"Nose goes!" Niall shouted and raced to put his finger to his nose. The realization came albeit too late and he beat me by a mile.

"No fair, you cheated!" I wasn't really that mad because I would be sitting by Harry, but I had to act mad. Niall just stuck his tongue out at me before I skipping out of the diner whilst Harry and I watched him, laughing. We followed him out, and Harry led me to his truck where Niall was already buckled in. Harry took us over to the driver's sear and helped me climb into the big black truck. I crawled across his seat to where I assumed the middle seat was supposed to be. It was only a small space connecting the passenger and driver sides.

Once Harry got in, there was barely enough room to squeeze my legs together. Both of the lads didn't even have enough room for their shoulders, so they slung theirs around mine. I could've sworn I even saw some handholding between the two. Before I could say something stupid about the situation, I bit my bottom lip. Harry started up the car and drove off. Every time we turned around a corner, I would careen into either Harry or Niall. It was a rather uncomfortable ride.

"If you keep biting your lip, we're going to have to pull over and give Niall a show." Harry whispered rather loudly into my ear for the second time that day. My eyes widened and my lip practically flew from my mouth.

"A show I wouldn't mind seeing." Niall added cheekily.

"Oh Nialler, if you wanted to see some of this," He gestured down his body," then all you had to do was ask." Harry had kept one hand on the wheel, but it still slightly worried me in case we got in an accident.

"Let's listen to some music!" I lunged for the radio and out from under their arms, but when I leaned back there was no room. I couldn't hear the music yet since the volume was so low and I wasn't even paying attention.

"Sorry, love, looks like there's no room." Harry teased. "I would let you sit on my lap, but it might inhibit my driving skills."

"Guess that only leaves one place," Niall joked, patting his knee. I sighed and transitioned to where I was sitting across his lap with my back against the window and my feet placed in the area I had been sitting in. Niall wrapped his arms around me in a cradle, acting as a seatbelt. Harry rubbed up and down one of my legs in what I guessed was a soothing manner, but it felt weird. The only reasons I had even gotten in the car were because no one this hot could be bad, and because Niall knew Harry and was going with us. If Ni said Harry was okay, then he must be. I laid back against the door, and Harry turned the radio up so we were listening to Talk Dirty to Me by Jason Derulo. Harry started belting out the lyrics and doing mini hip thrusts. He was really good though. He had the perfect tone quality and it was gritty and oh so perfect. What was up with people in Nerja being so talented with singing. Niall started to harmonize with Harry and I was in awe of how amazing they were together. Even though they did mini dances and things with their eyebrows that made me feel uncomfortable, I applauded them at the end of the song. Niall mock-bowed and thanked me.

Harry sent me a wink that sent jitters down to my toes. "Not many people get their own private concert, little lady," He joked. "We're here!" Harry cheered as we pulled into a big driveway. As he parked slowly, I took my chance to admire how beautiful his house was. it was large, like really big. "Shh, you shouldn't talk about my dick in front of other people," I hadn't realized I had said that last part out loud until Harry said that.

"I can't believe you just said that!" I was horrified. Niall burst into laughter, as usual. I guess Harry was just too funny for him.

We got out of the car, Niall tossing me from his lap, and Harry took us inside. If the outside of his house was light, the interior was dark. The outside was a light blue with gold trimming whereas the inside was polished brown or black, and each room we walked through seemed to have a specific theme. His entryway was every girl's dream. It was huge with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room and a winding staircase. It looked like it came straight out of a fairytale.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Harry waved his arm, gesturing to his castle-like mansion. It had to be one of the nicest homes in the entirety of Spain. "If you'd please?" He walked over to a closet underneath the stairs and took his shoes off. Niall and I took his lead and removed our shoes as well. I also slung my bag on one of the many hooks holding purses and jackets.

Then, he took us on the grand tour. First, he took us through his stainless steel kitchen. Almost every single appliance was stainless steel. "It's not usually this clean." He explained. "I like to cook all the time, but my brother and sister insisted that if I was going to have a party, I'd have to clean up a bit. I don't really understand why though. It's going to get even messier and be even more of a bitch to clean." We nodded our heads in understanding. I had hosted a couple of parties myself along with Louis and Jesse and I bet Niall had hosted his fair share. I also picked up that Harry was a baker. I bet it had given him experience with his hands. Other thoughts of kinds of "foods" he could use came to me. This boy-no man-was too sexy. He could wear a potato sack and not shower for a week, and he'd still be sexier than anyone I knew. It was just not fair at all.

After quickly showing us the massive living room, dining room, den, he showed us the study. It was more like a library actually. "Oh my God..." I trailed off, standing in awe of the enormity of the room. It had towering shelves stocked full with books, dim lamps you only seem to find in a library such as this was, multiple mahogany desks filled with notebooks, pens, and pencils, gorgeous paintings of places around the world. I can't believe someone could have their own personal library. It was magnificent.

Harry turned and smirked at my expression. "I would love to say I was the reason for that look of wonder on your face, I technically am, but this is all my older brother's." He leaned down closer to my face. "Shh, don't tell anyone, but Marcel is a big nerd." He straightened and I gave him a weird look. Why he would trust me with such information, I know not.

After I got over my awe of the study, Harry took Niall and I up the staircase. I hate to admit it, but just walking up the stairs in a tank top and shorts made me feel like a princess. We came up to a long hallway that had many doors. "The bathrooms are at both ends of the hallway, just to let you know." Harry pointed at both of the, showing his incredible wingspan.

"Thank God, feels like I've had to take a leak for hours." Niall moaned and went into one of the bathrooms.

Before the door was even fully shut, I was being pressed against the wall, a corner of a frame digging painfully into my back against my shoulder blade. Harry's moth was being pressed against mine and when I gasped, he took the opportunity to let his tongue slip through the opening. In less than ten seconds, we were full-on making out with a burning ferocity. Harry's hand reached the back of my thighs, right underneath the curve of my bum, and lifted. Taking the hint, I jumped and he helped me to wrap my legs around his waist. "I want you," He breathily whispered as he took a break from devouring my lips to sucking and biting my neck. I threw my head back in rapture. He reached the spot where my face and neck connected close to my ear and bit down harder, quickly soothing the harsh sting with his tongue in a manner that felt glorious. The action caused me to moan.

"Harry, is that-" Someone came through one of the previously-shut doors. The moment ruined for me at least, I was quick to drop my legs and straighten myself out. Harry, on the other hand, just pursed his perfectly plump and swollen lips and turned to face the girl. "Oh, never mind. I can see that it is you." The girl spoke again. "I thought I heard voices."

At that moment, Niall walked out of the bathroom, still puling up his fly. First, he saw Harry and I standing so close and probably heard my pants, so I could only assume he guessed what had happened whilst he was in the restroom. "Should I go back into the bathroom or something?" Then, he saw the girl and his entire demeanor changed in an instant. He started to act similarly to Harry. "And you might be?" He licked his lips. The resemblance between him and Harry right then was uncanny.

The girl just smiled. "Too old for you." Niall looked off guarded and surprised for a second before the cool guy façade came back. The girl wasn't flustered in the least, much to Niall's disappointment.

This only served to redouble his efforts. "C'mon babe, you can't be any older than me. Plus, I'm very mature for my age." I had a feeling that Niall and I"s meanings of mature were very different.

The girl laughed. "Haha, you're cute." She turned to Harry. "You should keep this one around."

He smirked. "Well, if the princess approves, then I most definitely should." Then, he stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her temple. I suddenly had an idea of how the girls must've felt at Denarii's when I had run into Harry. "Tessa, Niall, this is my sister Gemma." A wave of relief washed over me. Gemma, this girl with his arm wrapped around her waist, was just his sister. Only his sister.

"Pleased to meet you," I told her, sticking my hand out for her to shake. She stepped forward, willingly removing herself from Harry, an action I find nearly impossible. I took some time to look at Gemma, without the bitter sting of jealousy raging through me. She looked like a younger and thinner version of Emma Watson with longer hair. She also looked a lot like Harry with their elfish features. It was to be expected though, seeing as how she was his sister.

"Well, now that everyone's the best of friends, I still have to show Tessa and Niall the rest of the house." Harry shoved forward and grabbed my hand, an action that gave me butterflies.

Niall shook his head. "Nah, mate. I've seen all I want to see." He moved his head up and down, checking out Harry's sister again. Harry wrapped his free arm around Niall's shoulders and steered both of us to the stairs. Gemma's laughter clearly rang out through the hallway.

"I still haven't shown you the basement." Those words struck a chord deep within me. And not in a good way. I couldn't remember why they sounded so familiar. I got really nervous, and I was pretty sure Harry could tell. He started drawing patterns and shapes on the back of my hand in a soothing manner. I couldn't fathom why he was being so nice and gentle with me. I froze for a second, my feet not moving forward whilst Harry and Niall's kept moving. They both looked back at me. "Tessa, you okay?" Harry even looked concerned. It was all confusing. Why was I there? Why had I gone to this person's house I had only met today? Sure, I was a big girl, but it was kind of stupid. At least I had Niall with me.

I gulped. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking." I shook my head to clear the thoughts away and put on a brave smile.

Harry squeezed my hand that he was still holding. "C'mon, it's really chill down there."

We made our way back into the pristine kitchen to a door I hadn't noticed, or paid much attention to really, before. The whit paint of the door matched the walls surrounding it. The only things distinguishing it were the patterns that decorated it and the brass door knob that was far from simple.

Harry, having removed his arm from around Niall, reached out and opened it. He went into the darkness first, leaving Niall and I to follow. Since he was still holding my hand, he started to pull me down the stairs alongst with him. A few moments after, Harry told Niall to shut the door, plunging us into total darkness until a bright light was flicked on.

I hadn't even noticed when Harry had stopped moving because I was trying to clear my tunnel vision. WHen I crashed into him, not for the first time that day, he steadied me yet again. "Careful, love." He smirked. God, I was such a blob. A weird, creepy, attracted-to-this-sexy-man blob.

"Thanks," I was surprised my voice came out as clearly as it did.

Once he was sure I wasn't going to fall, he let go of me and turned back to start walking into the room. Niall, who was still on the stairs for some reason, suddenly came tumbling down and knocking me to the floor. Through our tangled limbs, I saw Harry clutching his stomach as he laughed. Niall and I tried to remove ourselves from each other, but it didn't work exactly as we planned. Every time one of us would get one body part removed, the other would attach itself to another.

"Shit, Tess." He cursed as I accidentally kicked him. "Not 'ere!" He pronounced "there" as "air" which I thought was funny. I started to laugh and make the situation worse when I looked down and saw where my foot was. When I saw that it was only on his knee, I was confused. Then, I looked slightly up and realized that I had kneed him in the balls. I tried to be gentle about removing myself from him this time, but I slipped and kicked him in the shin, thankfully.

"Oh, crap, Ni. I'm sorry!" I told him as we were finally able to get up. No help from Harry, of course.

When Harry saw that we were both up, he straightened. He turned to Niall. "You made her fall, why didn't you catch her?"

Niall glared at him. "i was kinda falling meself, mate."

Harry led us to the two-person couch and, as he sat down on it along with Niall, he pulled me down on his lap.
***

"How you likin' the party, babe?" Harry drunkenly asked as he came over to me.

I started to freak out on him. "How do you fucking know these people? I just shitting talked to Ed Sheeran himself! He's, like, one of my guilty pleasures!" I grasped his offered bicep as he led me to the kitchen.

He turned to face me with an incredulous look. "You mean, ir wasn't all for show or something? You really don't know who I am?" His eyebrows scrunched together in a rather adorable way, but I didn't know what he meant. I hesitantly shook my head.

He immediately pulled his arm away from me and grabbed the person nearest to him. It was Miley Cyrus of all people. Miley Fucking Cyrus. The Queen. "Miles, she doesn't know who I am! She actually doesn't know!"
At first, Miley looked annoyed at having been pulled from her conversation, but her expression quickly turned to one of shock. Then, Miley Cyrus of the seven billion people in the world, spoke to me. "You, a teenage girl, don't know who Harry Styles is?" I shook my head, too star struck to function. "Wow, Harry, that's gotta be a major knockdown to that huge ego of yours. Not everyone knows you name. But, as you can tell, they all know mine." She did her trademark smile that showed her tongue.I was in awe of her presence. Miley slung her arm around Harry, bringing them both to face me. "This, girlie, is Harry Styles, major pop sensation of the century. Get to know him." She pushed him onto me, the only time I've ever seen him stumble, and walked back into the crowd.

"So you're famous." I questioned awkwardly.

Harry scrunched up his nose. "Famous is such an ugly word. I like to think that I'm just a normal lad whose dreams became his reality."

I laughed at the terms he put it in. "So how do you feel about kissing the 'pop sensation of the century'?" His gaze wandered down to my lips, which were slightly bruised form earlier.

I put on a blank face. "I don't know, I can't recall what it feels like exactly..." I teased.

"Well, we might just have to help regain your memory." He said, leaning in. Meeting him halfway, our lips collided and I'm positive sparks flew. He tasted of beer, and so did I. .As things started to heat up, he backed up a bit. "I think we should take this upstairs." He mumbled into my neck as he created small hickeys. He found this one spot, right above my collarbone, and when he sucked on it, the waves of pleasure that coursed through me caused me to curl my toes and gasp. Once I had nodded, his hands travelled down to the back of my thighs and he lifted, picking me up once again. It wasn't that smart, seeing as how he was more that half drunk, but when the hottest guy ever to have lived tells you to jump, you jump.

He carried me passed normal people and celebrities alike and up the stairs before going to the third door on the right. He opened another brass door knob and led me into the bed room. From what I could see, it was a black and red themed room; the only light coming from a dim wall lamp. That was all I had time to notice before he gently laid me on the soft bed and was taking my breath away. I could tell he was holding back, testing the waters and waiting for me to make the first sexual contact. I tentatively placed my hands on the strip of skin across his stomach that had become uncovered when he bent over me. He groaned at my soft touch which I took as encouragement. I let my hands trail farther up his chest, feeling the hard muscles underneath layers of skin. It didn't even occur to me that this was a celebrity-a world-famous one. at that. I could fell where he had tattoos placed on himself and I traced over their outlines. His shirt had ridden up far enough so he reached down to the hem and pulled the rest over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room. I stared longingly at his body that seemed to glow in the dark room. I gazed at the collection of tattoos spread across his chest; some sparrows, a bunch of little ones spread across his shoulders, "might as well...", and, lastly, a big butterfly right, smack dab in the middle. Why would he get a butterfly on his stomach? I thought only girls got those...Maybe it's some reverse tramp stamp?

Luckily, I didn't open my smart mouth, just my legs. To allows him to rest between them, of course. He finally took the hint and placed one hand on my hip underneath my shirt and started to draw little circles in a manner that gave me goose bumps. I reached my hands up to tangle my fingers in his curly hair and pull him closer to me. He pulled away from my lips slightly and just looked into my eyes when his hand skimmed underneath the bottom of my bikini top. I nodded my head and he pressed his large hand to my breast. I saw the change in his eyes as I reveled in the feeling. They changed from these beautiful, sparkling green orbs to having blown-out black pupils that covered the entirety of his iris. He stopped palming my breast for a moment to reach down and take my tank top off. As soon as I was free of the barrier, he wasted no time in taking my bikini top off as well. He moved his mouth down from my neck so he was sucking my nipples. It had been almost three years since I'd had any sexual activity and this was more rapturous than I remembered. He started to turn his attention elsewhere when I felt his knew come up to my crotch and press hard against my center. He stopped with my breasts and moved his lips back up to mine. We kissed so hard it was like we were trying to devour each other via mouth to mouth.

He switched our position, so he was on bottom and my hands were placed on his toned chest. I would've felt completely embarrassed about showing off so much had it not been for the alcohol in my blood stream. Whilst we were snogging, his hands groped every inch of my torso and even a little farther south so I followed in suit. My hands came to a rest back in his hair. I don't even know why I like it so much; maybe how it was perfectly styled into silky brown ringlets; or how it was so easy to twine my fingers in it. Whatever it was, it was amazing.

His hands stopped on my cheeks as he pressed bruisingly against my lips. Was this really what I was like? Some girl who sleeps around with the first hot guy she's seen all summer. (AN: Aww, poor Ni)

"Mm...mm..Harry...you...need to..." I tried to peak but he kept catching my lips in more kisses.

"I need to what, love?" He asked as he licked my lips in a way that shouldn't have been attractive but it got me wetter than I already was.

"Stop." I gasped.

Those were the magic words and suddenly he was on the opposite side of the room . I sullenly met his gaze on me, ashamed. His eyes still seemed to pierce straight through to my soul. "You wanted me to stop?" He accused coldly. I had no idea the mood in the room could've changed so drastically in such a short amount of time. It was ten seconds, tops.

I reached to grab my top and put it on whilst I spoke. "I'm sorry, Harry, it's just I'm not one of those girls that sleeps around with every guy I just met. It's not that you're not attractive; you definitely are. But, hell, I've only ever slept with two guys in my life." I was out of breath-not just from explain-and blushing.

Harry got up from the bed and walked around to me. He took the straps from my hands, first tying the one that went underneath my chest and then the ones that tied around my neck.

Afterwards, he placed a light, feathery kiss on the back of my neck.