Addicted [Completed]

18 year old Emily was always an ambitious girl. With long brown hair, deep brown eyes, she could have cruised through life with her good looks, but instead she pushed herself further and accomplished all that she wanted. She never felt the need to have a man in her life, but when she meets Harry Styles, all if that changes. Her life becomes a roller coaster ride that won't end. Harry brings her hate, and he brings her love. But when one of his fellow band mates falls for her too, will it all change?


23. That Sex Thing (Obviously an R rated Chapter)

********A/N: HULLO my lovelies! I'm over 100 likes and SO CLOSE to 200 favorites, and ALMOST 1000 reads! Keep it up guys! Thank you so much for all of your support <3 It means so much to me! "Addicted" will be wrapping up in a few chapters (I haven't decided how many yet) and then the sequel will be starting! Enjoy!********

Harry's POV

I finally got to take Emily home. I mean, home back to her flat, but that was enough for me. I didn't have to go to that awful hospital ever again. At least I hoped so anyways. Having Emily back was pure bliss. I stayed over for the whole week, before she made me go home. We would just fall asleep in each others arms, talking. It was weird, for so long I thought that I needed sex in order to connect with women, but something about Emily kept me satisfied without the sex. Don't get me wrong, I couldn't wait to make her mine once and for all, but I wanted it to be special. At the perfect time. I knew that the only other person she had sex with was Jacques, so it was going to be something that she cherished a lot. So I had to be careful. I needed her to know that I needed her physically and emotionally. 

Emily's POV

After a week of Harry sleeping over, I realized that I had a lot to catch up on, with all of my designs and publicity. I mean, the world forgave me for my hiatus seeing as I was just discharged from the hospital. I had many meetings with all of my designers to go over with what they had come up with when I was away. I also wanted to find a new designer. Someone fresh, with a young and clear mind. They needed to be perfect. I chose all of my designers by myself, filtering through all the commercialized crap and finding the no names with potential and talent. I had my first meeting with a potential new designer the next day. We were meeting at the local coffee shop. I thought I'd give them a nice dose of London, seeing as they would be moving to London if I chose them, anyways. 

I settled in my bed. And quickly I dozed off...


"It's really not that big of a deal Jacques." My eyes were watery, but I turned away from him, hoping that he wouldn't notice. But he did. He always did. 

"But you're not ready." He whispered in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. 

"I've always been ready." I breathed. In truth, I was. I wanted him so badly, he didn't even know it. I didn't exactly believe in "the one" but if I had to choose someone to take on the bumps of life with, it would be Jacques. Love wasn't just about finding someone who gave you butterflies and fireworks, it was about finding someone who you could really connect with, communicate with. Someone who was worth fighting for. And that was him for me. And I just knew I was that to him. Yes, he had just been diagnosed, but he was still strong, and I knew that he wanted it even more than I did. I turned around, draping my arms over his shoulders.

"I love you." I kissed him behind his ear, then trailed down his neck. 

"Emily..." He groaned, I just smiled and continued kissing him along his collar bone. He let out a sigh and gave in, pushing me to the bed. He walked over to me, slowly, a sly grin on his face. I winked at him, and he just let out a laugh. He lay himself on top of me, letting his body press up against mine. I laced my fingers through his hair, pulling his lips to mine. His hands searched my body with a sense of urgency, his bright green eyes filling with lust. He showered my face in kissed, letting his lips travel to my ear, lightly biting down, causing me to squeal in delight. It only encouraged him. He kissed down my neck, nipping and sucking, leaving his mark all over my neck. Soon our clothes were strewn all over the room, with no thought to where they were. His fingers found their way to my burning core. He looked at me inquisitively, and I only nodded. He slid one finger into me and I gasped with pleasure. He smiled into my skin, kissing me all over, letting the sensuality run all over my body. He quickly slid in a second finger and I dug my fingers into his back. He looked at me, and his lips were on mine again as he picked up the pace. I was moaning into his lips. I could feel his hardness against my leg. 

"Please Jacques. Now." He groaned, knowing exactly what I meant. He positioned me so that my head was resting on the pillows, his arms on either side of my head, his beautiful eyes staring into mine, causing the blood to rush to my cheeks. He laughed at the fact that he still had that effect on me. He positioned himself at my entrance and slowly pushed. I let out a gasp as I felt the pressure build inside of me. 

"It's ok, my love. I'll go slowly until you tell me to do otherwise." He kissed my cheeks. He kept thrusting, the pleasure taking control of both of us. And then we were one. 

Harry's POV

"Emily, love. Time to get up!" I kissed her on her cute little nose, as she let out a sigh, opening her sleepy eyes. 

"Hi, Harry." She smiled at me, her eyes lighting up at the sight of me. I couldn't help but smile to myself. I was the luckiest guy in the world. She reached her arms out and pulled me on top of her. 

"I missed you." I mumbled, smelling the scent of her shampoo. It drove me insane. I had only been gone for 15 hours but the whole time I couldn't keep my mind off of her. Her lips found mine, kissing me hungrily. 

"I know. I missed you too." She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling our bodies even closer. Where was this coming from? I didn't even care. I pressed my body into hers, making her sigh. 

"Harry?" She looked into my eyes, she almost looked nervous. 

"Yes, love?" I knew exactly what she was going to say. 

"I'm ready." Her eyes suddenly filled with confidence, lust, and love all at once. She really was. 

Emily's POV

Harry had woken me up from my memories of Jacques. It was weird, remember the way I felt with Jacques made me know that I was ready for Harry. The feeling was the same. I was completely ready for Harry to know every part of me, and then for once, I would be only his. He picked me up, my legs still wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. His hands were cupping my butt, holding me firmly, our foreheads touching, as he pressed my back against the wall. His plump lips left kisses down my neck. His torso was firmly pressed up against me, pinning me to the wall. He balanced me perfectly, letting his arms free, pulling my shirt off. He reached behind me and my bra was off in a snap. I tugged on his shirt. It couldn't come off fast enough. Suddenly our chests were pressed up against each others, out breathing heavy. He wrapped his arms around me again, placing me on the bed. As he lay beside me, I took the opportunity to put my legs on either side of his pelvis, straddling him. I could feel his bulge pressing into me, begging to be let free. But I just bit softly only his bottom lip and began moving my body up against his hardness. He groaned, breaking our kiss, throwing his head back. I moved his curls out from his eyes, and looked into his darkened eyes. He was mine.

"You tease..." He put his hands on my hips and flipped our bodies so that he was now on top of me. "I think we've waited long enough." He pulled my bottoms off, my underpants going with them, tossing them aside. I tugged at his belt, sliding it off, pushing his pants off of him. His erection came free, surprising me with his size. He smirked at me, knowing fully well how big he was. He was on top of me, kissing my jawline. 

"Now." I breathed into his ear. He just nodded and positioned himself so that he could drive into me. And he did. My fingernails dug into his back. He had been waiting so long, and he wasn't about to go easy on me. He thrusted himself in and out, causing me to cry out his name. 

"Oh, Harry!" My voice cried out through the flat. 

"That's right baby, say my name. Louder!" I could tell he liked the control he had over me. So I gave it to him. I cried his name over and over again, and it only caused him to work harder, hitting me in all the right spots every time. I felt my walls tightening, and the pleasure took over my entire body. 

"That's right baby." He kissed my temple as he released himself into me. We broke apart, panting. I fell asleep safe in his arms. 

***I hope this wasn't too graphic...****



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