Hypocrite Series

Mature Content. Threesome Situations. One Direction. M/F/M


3. Part 3

Two weeks had gone by since the night at the hotel with Niall and Harry. Niall and I were getting on perfectly, no arguing, no fighting and plenty of making up. However, I couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. He had texted me numerous times over the past two weeks telling me he missed me, that Niall and I weren’t right for each other and that he would never treat me the way Niall did. I never responded.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to him. This was all too much. Months of being that intimate with Harry obviously caused me to have feelings for him and I know how he feels about me, I just couldn’t go behind Niall’s back anymore.

Niall was back in Mullingar visiting his family for the weekend, once again leaving me alone at home. He never brought me to see his family. In the two years we had been together I had only met his family twice. It made me sad to think he didn’t want me around his family. I didn’t understand why. Until that afternoon. I had turned on the the tele and TMZ was blaring out celebrity gossip stories. I don’t usually pay attention to celebrity gossip, especially since I was dating one. It was usually all blown out of proportion. But not this. I narrowed my eyes at the screen as my phone went off in my lap.

X I really really hope you’re watching TMZ right now Ang.X -H

There was Niall with his family at a charity function. They all looked so happy. Especially Niall. There was a tall brunette standing close to him and as I narrowed my eyes toward the screen, I saw that they were holding hands. Fingers intertwined. They were trying to push past the paps but kept getting stopped. Niall’s mum had her hand on the girls lower back leaning in and smiling at her, pushing her towards the car with Niall.

X Who is she? X -A

It was the only thing I could think of to say.

X Siorse Malley, Naill’s been dating her for the past 3 years back home. She knows about you, well she thinks you and Niall are just flat mates. He sees her every time hes home. His parent’s want him to marry her.X -H

X And you’re just now telling me this? You’ve known the entire time and didn’t think it was the right thing to do to tell me? After EVERYTHING that has happened? You just let me have sex with both of you, thinking it would fix Niall and I and you knew he was with her. Who are you Harry? X -A

I didn’t even want to talk to him anymore at this point. I was so furious I couldn’t type. I picked up my phone again and dialed the ever familiar number.

“Ello Ang. Whatcha up to love?”

“I’ll be gone when you get back Niall. This time I’m serious. You fucking played me for the last time. I know I haven’t exactly been perfect in this relationship but you went too far.”

“Ang, let me explain…”

“No, I hope you’re happy with her, I know your parent’s are so lets just leave it at that. You manipulated me and I don’t want this anymore.”

“Gonna run to Harry then? That’s what you’ve wanted this whole time anyway innit? I see how you look at him. I saw your face when he was going down on you. I saw the way he kissed you. If that’s how you really want it, than do it. But just know, when I get back, you better be done with him too. I will not stand for you two to be together. If you’re not with me, then you’re out of all of our lives. Do you fucking understand me Angela?”

“Don’t you dare threaten me Niall James Horan. You’re the one who keeps fucking shit up. Not me. I will be with whoever I want whenever I want and there is nothing you can do about it.”

“We’ll see about that love.”

And with that, he hung up. I sat on the floor in our bedroom crying. How could I have been so dumb to think that this relationship was really going to be ok? He was who he was and was never going to change for me. Or that poor girl he’s been cheating on for 3 years, bless her. I was startled when I heard a knock on the front door, hoping it was just a neighbour coming to tell me to keep the yelling and crying down. I was used to that. Niall and I have gotten a few complaints over the years.

“Im sorry Mrs. Baker I….” I spoke wiping my eyes as I opened the door.

It wasn’t Mrs. Baker. His lips crashed onto mine before I could even open the door all the way. He must have been waiting for this, knowing this was how it was all going to pan out. He pushed me back through the door, kicking it shut behind him, never taking his mouth off of mine. He put both hands in my hair and gently pulled away to look at me, breathlessly, searching for something in my eyes to let him know it was ok that he was here.

“I’m sorry Ang. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just didn’t know how.” he broke down.

He sat back on the edge of the couch and put his beautiful curls in his huge hands.

“I understand Harry, it wasn’t your fault. Really. But, you can’t be here. Niall said…”

He cut me off. “I know what he said, he texted me too. I don’t care. He can go fuck himself. I’m tired of him pushing me around, telling me what to do. I know I’m younger than they are but why do you think I spend so much time alone, away from all of them? You are the ONLY one who lets me be me. I never have to pretend to be something I’m not when I’m around you.”

He stood up quickly and closed the space between us in two strides. He rested his forehead against mine and just breathed.

“I just want to show you how much you mean to me. Please. Let me.”

He examined my face, looking for his answer. There was nothing else to do but kiss him. Kiss him harder than I’ve ever kissed anyone. It felt so feverish, needy. I just wanted him to show me how much I really did mean to him. I spun us around and pushed his back up against the door kissing him harder with each breath. As I reached for the hem of his black t-shirt he grabbed my hand and stopped me.

“No, not in here. This isn’t how I want this. You deserve better than to be fucked in your living room on the floor Ang.”

“You never had a problem with it before…” I smirked at him backing up a little.

“That was before I knew I l…”

My eyes got wide and I could hear my heartbeat in my mouth. He stepped forward cupping my face in his hands and kissed me more passionately than I had ever been kissed before in my life. As I circled my arms around his neck he gently lifted me off the ground into his arms. He carried me slowly down the hall to the bedroom, making sure to kiss me the entire way there. He lay me back on the bed softly and climbed on top of me, placing his body in between my legs, his forearms are either side of my chest. Looking me in the eyes, he whispered softly.

“Angela, I love you. I do. Can I show you?”

I nodded my head and pulled his lips to mine again. He slowly pulled my dress up my body rubbing his hands against my skin. He lifted it over my head and sat my body up slowly so he could reach his hands around my back to unclasp my bra, slipping it off my shoulders. He lay me back down on the bed and slid his hands down my neck, across my collarbones and down between my breasts. Harry had never touched me this slow before. He was usually frenzied, hurried, but not tonight. His hands moved to my hips, and he leaned down to kiss me on each one. He moved my underwear down past my thighs, then to my knees and off of my ankles painstakingly slow. He took his shirt off and placed his upper body between my legs. I could feel his breath on my thighs and it made my senses reel.

“You’re so wet for me Ang, just how I love it.” He whispered against me.

He flicked his tongue out against me slowly making me jump. Placing his left hand on my stomach he held me down to the bed as he brought his right hand to my center. He ran his index finger along my slit as he continued his slow teasing and slowly slid his finger into me, pushing it as deep as it would go. My body squirmed under his touch. I wanted him, needed him. I loved him too. Right then I knew. I knew that he was mine and I was his, no matter what Niall had to say about it. He continued lapping me up until I could feel my insides burning. I knew I was close but I wanted to feel him inside me. I didn’t want to come without him. I tugged on his hair to get his attention and he slyly looked up at me from between my legs, lips glistening with me on them. He licked them slowly and nodded at me, understanding what I wanted.

He stood and removed his shoes and then unbuckled his belt. I sat up to help him unbutton his jeans but he shook his head at me and pointed for me to lie back down. He slid his jeans and boxers from his body and crawled back onto the bed, sliding his chest up against mine until his face reached mine. He wound one hand into my hair and used the other to position himself at my entrance. Looking me directly in the eyes he pushed into me. I don’t think I will ever get used to that feeling. His cock filling me, all the way. I could feel him in the pit of my stomach. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed back into me slow and soft. He wasn’t fucking me. He was making love to me. For the first time. I gripped his ass and pushed him farther into me and told him I needed him to go faster. It was too slow to handle. I need to feel skin on skin, faster, harder. He took my cue and thrust into me with quick shallow strokes, sweat already forming on his upper lip. I craned my neck up to him and licked the sweat off of his lip and kissed him softly.

“Angela, I’m going to come like this, I can’t hold out.” He breathed out.

“Me too Harry, you feel so good.”

He took both of my hands and held them in one of his above my head pumping faster and faster. His head fell back and he let a deep moan escape his lips. My body started to tense around him and I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting this feeling to last forever.

“Open your eyes, I want to see you. when. you. come.” The last three words in single breaths.

I opened my eyes, staring into his only inched from my own and felt my body let go. My walls vibrated around him and I felt him spill inside me. This was the first time we had ever come together, at the same time. It was so intimate, so earth shattering. No cries of passion, no grunting. Just heavy breathing and whispers. He stilled and rested his forehead on mine, kissing my lips. He slipped out of me and the feeling of his absence made me long for him again. He lay beside me, pulling me to his chest. Stroking my hair out of my face he kissed me again.

“I love you. I’ll never treat you the way he did, I promise.”

“I love you too Harry, I love you too.”

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