Wild.

Harry. Styles. Those two words make so many guys jealous because they know as they sleep with their girlfriends they are dreaming about having me fuck them. That's the way of my life. Everything. Is. About. Me. End of story. Period. Exclamation point. Done. I want the cameras back on me, and I know exactly how I'm gonna do it. I'm going to create the biggest scandal ever. It's the perfect time to do so, so get ready because this is going to be the summer to break rules, and fall in love? I never thought she would be entering the picture. This changes everything. Me plus her equals catastrophe divide that and you get two teenagers who perfectly in love and utterly Wild.
**+15 for mature content {language, sexual scenes, etc}** Continuation of the Meet Me In Battersea Park stories, exemplified as Harry's story.

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4. Exposure

I followed Cricket up the stairs and she pointed to an empty room. "Here's the guest room," she said. 

"Thanks," I made my way into the room. I looked back at her, wanting so badly to keep her in my room and unravel her bikini from her hips. I shook my head from the thought and smiled at her as I closed the door. 

My luggage was already in the room, and I picked it up and placed it on the bed. I unzipped it and quickly found a new pair of jeans and shirt. I pulled on my freshly cleaned jeans and then there was a knock on the door. At first I thought it was Louis so I just simply replied with a, "Come in." 

Wrong words. 

Cricket walked into the room in a faded pink sundress, her hair drying naturally. 

This was torture. 

"Can I help you?" Don't show her that you want her. Don't do it, Harry. 

"Actually you might," she replied innocently, but I knew she anything but. 

"Oh?" I looked over my shoulder at her before I went back to unpacking my suitcase. If she kept this up any longer I wouldn't have to unpack, because Louis would be sending me on the next train home. 

I heard the door close gently behind me. Then the sound of the lock clicking. I looked to my right, seeing my shirt still on the bed. Damn it, Harry, why don't you ever fully dress? 

I can tempt her, but she was already tempting me. Remember what you're here for, I prepped myself, to get back your spotlight. I slowly felt fingertips on the middle of my back and then the full hand. I closed my eyes at the touch. Air blew in from the open windows the light curtains drifting back and forth. Her fingers slowly piercing my skin with every movement. I can't take this.

I turned around and leaned against the bed, trying to rescue myself in this situation. Her fingers continued and this time following the path down my chest and stopping at the V which escaped down passed the edge of my jeans which were already hanging low on my hips. 

My eyes closed again as I exhaled slowly. "Please," I was beginning to beg. "Please stop." 

This seemed to excite her even more. "Kiss me," she breathed.

My eyes slammed open, "What?"

"It's the one thing I want. I wanna know what it's like to kiss someone so young and so experienced." 

I gulped. I was older than her but only by a couple months. No doubt though she's heard the stories Louis' drops from his mouth. The stories of how I got girls and knew the right way for everything when I was so young. That's what she wants. The true, honest feeling. She wants to know what it's like to kiss someone with meaning, infatuation. 

I didn't want to, but I gave in. I drug my fingers up her bare tan arms and placing my hands on either side of her face I bent down and grazed my lips over hers. Hardly touching, but yet there. She leaned closer wanting more, but I wasn't sure how far I would go. Even though it felt wrong, it was an excitement that kept me wanting more. 

I fully enclosed my mouth over hers, the taste of coconut escaping onto my tongue. I could feel her fingers slowly escaping to my hair and tugging on the bottom curls. Oh damn, she knew the right way. She stepped closer to me and before I knew it her body was against mine. 

I wanted more of her, so much more. I lowered my hands and placed them on her ass as I lifted her up on my hips. She gasped with surprise, but our lips never broke. My body was growing hard, and I wanted to taste more of her. 

I turned around and dropped her onto the bed. Her fingers drug down my chest, no doubt leaving white sketch lines, but then stopping at my jeans. My hands were aligned with her head, a perfect barrier around her. She unbuttoned my jeans and soon her hand slipped inside and I instinctively removed my lips from hers. My eyes shut, my head spinning as her hand enclosed over me. 

I gasped as she felt me, through my boxers. She wasn't even touching me directly. I was growing harder and I soon felt a strong push on my chest as she rolled us over. Damn she's strong.

I pushed my luggage off the bed, leaving a loud thud on the floor. She straddled me as her tongue made an even line down my chest. My head went back in ecstasy, as she pulled my jeans down further and further until, until....

"Harry! Cricket! Come on food's getting cold!" It was Louis. My head snapped up and Cricket jumped off me. She fixed herself in the mirror and I re-buttoned my jeans. Once she did a look-over she headed for the door, but before she left I reached for her wrist.

She stopped and looked back at me. I didn't know what I was thinking, but the words just came out: "Tonight?"

She smiled, "No," was her simple reply until she left the room and headed towards the dining room.

I've finally felt the harsh and unreal feeling of exposure.  

Sorry for a short chapter!! Please comment, like, and favorite!!

Much love, Morgan xx

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