Dark Side

Lux Gallagher is a contestant on The X Factor USA.
She thinks everything is going great for her, until the producers drop some news.

Everyone is getting their own celebrity mentor for the live shows.

Lux is excited, until she finds out her mentor is an obnoxious, pompous jerk.
Not only does he think he's God's Gift to women, he's in a boy band to top it off.
Will their constant arguing and fueding ruin her chances on the show?
Will their dark sides tear each other apart and destroy one another?

Find out who wins this war in Dark Side.


27. Truth



“Did you hear her tone with me? Can you believe she said that?! Like I'm soooo unlovable! What a stupid hick!” Lux slammed her way into her bedroom with Harry right behind her, smirking the entire time. “God, I can't believe you were going to have sex with her!”

It was almost as if all the horrible things they said to each other never happened. Almost.

“You almost had sex with Zayn.” He stated, raising his eyebrows and folding his arms sternly.

“Um, what?” She spun around with wide eyes. “No, I didn't. We kissed. That's it.”

“No fondling? No cuddling? Just a kiss is all?” His voice was pure sarcasm and she rolled her eyes, not surprised that he didn't believe her. Why would he when he barely trusts her?

“A little cuddle, maybe. But he was sad.” Lux shrugged a shoulder, moving to her bed and jumping onto it. He stood at the foot of her bed, watching her for a second while she jumped.

“We're still fighting, you know.” He said sternly, his eyes following her up and down, up and down. He was starting to feel dizzy. “Would you get down from there?”

“Nope.” She said, “You can join me or you can join your country skank. Up to you!”

“So I can listen to her bitch about how you most likely scarred her face? No, thanks! Don't you think you'll be in trouble for that?” He asked, sitting down on Sara's empty bed slowly. He frowned at it, probably wondering where the heck she was.

“She's with Niall in his room! Isn't that cute?” Lux giggled, “Wow, I feel like.. so high right now. Do you think its adrenaline from swiping her? I bet it is. And no, I'm not worried about getting into trouble because I was practicing with you all night in the studio and I dunno how her face got scratched.”

“Oh no. No, no, no.” Harry shook his curls, which made her smirk. “I am not covering for you.”

“And why not? I'd cover for you. I'd go to hell and back for you, Harry Styles.” With that she jumped over to Sara's bed, landing on him and knocking him back.

He groaned, throwing her off of him and onto the bed, and she jumped back up and onto him again. She straddled his lap and immediately began to mess his hair up, running her fingers over and through those beautiful curls of his. She started it to piss him off, trying to mess them up, but soon became mesmerized by them and slowed down. Her fingers moved through his hair as slow as possible, touching curls and wrapping them around her fingers. He looked up at her face as she pushed his hair back from his forehead, looking down into his eyes as she removed her hands.

“Sorry.” She whispered, moving off him as she realized how creepy it was to molest his hair.

“Would you really?” He whispered, making her turn back to him with a confused face.

“Would I really what?” She repeated slowly, giving him a small smile.

It was amazing how she forgave him for all the things he said, it was like it didn't even happen. Her heart felt full around him, her nerves calmed and her blood rushed through her veins. It was like no matter how much he hurt her in the end, he was also the only person that could heal her.

“Go to hell and back for me?” He reached a hand out to touch her bare leg. “With me?”

Lux moved closer to him until his palm was pressed flat against the side of her thigh, making goosebumps appear all over instantly. She reached up and gently fixed his curls for him.

“Yes. Without a doubt, without a second of hesitation, without any questions – yes.”

He grasped onto her thigh, bringing up his free hand to grasp her other one and he pulled her closer to him as he stood. His hands trailed up to rest on her hips firmly, and his lips found hers like they have before. It was so natural, like he's been kissing her his entire life. Harry's kisses were fire compared to what they've been before, his lips hungry and fierce.

He was the one to grab her head and pull her in closer, he was the one to slip his tongue out to massage hers, he was the one who walked her back to her bed. The back of her knees hit the edge and she went tumbling back, but he went with her. He crawled on top of her, his body holding hers in place as his lips trailed down from her lips and over her neck.

She writhed in pleasure, wiggling beneath him, but his hands came down onto her thighs again and held her down. Harry moved his lips down, down, ripping his sweater off of her to give him more skin. He silently thanked god that she was still wearing that skimpy tank top of hers. His lips found her collarbone, her chest, the tops of her breasts. His hands shoved her tank top up over her belly, exposing it so he could trail a path of fire down over her navel piercing.

Lux was shaking, from her head to her toes, and she shut her eyes to focus on stopping herself. His fingertips grabbed onto her shorts lightly, and a brief feeling of panic rose in her chest as she thought about reaching down to stop him. But just then, he laid the softest, lightest of all kisses on the area right above where her shorts began. It was almost like a sign, saying No, no. It's okay.

He didn't wait for her permission for this, folding her shorts down and tugging them slowly down over the pale skin of her hips and legs. His fingertips trailed over her skin as he did so, leaving what felt like burn marks behind, but Lux knew it was just in her mind.

Harry touched her ankle softly, lifting her right leg up and placing it onto his left shoulder, and then he repeated the process with her left leg. His hands moved like molasses over the skin of her thighs, and she began to shake even harder as he pried her legs open further. When she felt his curls tickling the insides of her thighs, that was the moment she realized this was actually happening.

“Harry..” She breathed out, but he didn't reply, instead moving his mouth closer, closer. She could feel his breath against her, it was hot and coming out in fast puffs.

Lux gasped out loud when his tongue sneaked out, moving up along her slit. It's been a really long time since anyone has touched her this intimately. Her breathing hitched when his head turned slightly, his lips pressing against her, his tongue moving in and out of her. He was doing it as if he was french kissing her, just... in the preferred area. Shivers wracked through her body when he began to alternate between sucking lightly on her clit and licking her vigorously.

“Jesus!” She gasped, her hands reaching down for something to grab onto it. He had his eyes locked on her the entire time, so when he saw her reaching down, he moved his hands up to hers. Their fingertips touched, then their fingers laced, and her grip tightened on him. The heels of her feet pressed against his back, pulling him in closer, as close as he could possibly get. His tongue continued to work miracles on her body, and her hips began to slowly rotate outwards, matching his rhythm.

Harry pulled away an inch, his tongue still sneaking out to flick her clit. “Cum for me, Lux..”

“Oh my god..” She mumbled, clutching his hands tighter, digging her nails into him.

He lapped her up, his tongue turning and twisting inside and out of her, his lips moving up to suck on her clit again, feeling her hips begin to buck wildly. He tightened his grasp on her hands, pulling her closer to him until she was pressed tight against his mouth.

She began to moan, something he never heard her do, and he was surprised that the sound of it made him instantly hard. That's never happened to him before. Her hips bucked again, her moans turning into quick breaths and squeaks, and he knew she was nearly done.

He replaced his tongue with two fingers, sliding them into her easily, his thumb rubbing her clit in circles quickly, trying to bring her to the edge faster. The second her hands were free she reached out and grabbed a pillow, pressing it to her face to muffle her moans.

“No!” Harry stated, snatching it away and tossing it onto the floor. He leaned over her, continuing his assault with one hand as his other grabbed her by the neck, pulling her lips to his. He kissed her for a long moment, pulling back and looking down into her eyes. He pressed his forehead to hers.

“Look at me..” He murmured, “Don't look away.”

She managed to nod quickly, reaching up to push his curls off his forehead, and then burying her fingers into his mass of curls. Her lips brushed against his, “Faster... please...”

His fingers' pace quickened at her request immediately, his eyes staying on her the whole time. She locked her eyes with his, feeling a gasp escape her mouth before she fell off the edge of bliss. Harry watched her mouth fall open, her breath coming out in short, quick puffs of hot air, her eyebrows scrunching together. She wanted to close her eyes and throw her head back, but she kept her eyes locked with his, her back arching up off the bed toward his chest as her orgasm reached its peak.

“Good girl..” He whispered, watching her collapse back onto the bed.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to her forehead firmly, keeping his hand pressed against her a moment longer before removing it. He pulled back from her slowly, “That's my girl.”

Lux's entire lower body was shaking still, and when he pulled back from her she pulled her knees up to her chest and held them tightly. She would never admit it to him but that was her greatest orgasm yet.

They both cleaned themselves up in silence, Harry's eyes consistently on Lux, checking after her to make sure everything was alright for her. Her legs were wobbly, he noticed, as she walked out of the bathroom smelling like mint and soap, just as he did moments beforehand.

He was laid out in her bed, his eyes half-shut and sleepy looking.

Lux collapsed onto the bed next to him, kicking her way under the blankets before she turned her face up to look at his. He had his eyes half-closed, obviously exhausted after the long and terrible day they had, full of tears and yelling.

“Harry..” She whispered, “Are you awake?”

“Mmm..” Was his only response, so she turned and flicked her lamp off, settling into the dark next to his warm, soft body. She didn't know pure happiness until this moment in time. She didn't know she could feel so comfortable with someone, feel so connected to someone to the point where his happiness became more important than her own. She would do anything to please him the way he would, obviously, do all he could to please her as well.

Harry came into her life and fucked it all up, but after he fucked it up he took it into his hands like a baby bird and bandaged it, watching over it closely as it healed. He somehow managed to destroy her and heal her within minutes of time, and it didn't matter how many times he brought her down because he was always there to bring her back up afterwards. It was impossible not to fall for him.

“Harry..” She tried again, waiting for a response, but there was none. Lux laid her head down on his chest, snuggling her nose into his shirt and inhaling his scent. In his sleep, he flung his arm around her tightly, and she reached up to touch his curls again, doing it gently so she wouldn't wake him.

It was then and there, in that very moment, that she told the sleeping boy next to her the truth.

“I think I'm falling in love with you...”

There was no reply, as he was sound asleep, but as she spoke his body curled into hers more, as if he were a moth drawn to a flame, the flame being her voice. As if he heard her.


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