Dark -Harry Styles Fan Fiction-

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I simply posted it on here for you all to read.


15. Chapter 15

“We’ll see you out there, mate.” Tom spoke.

He turned to me, flicking his head in indication for me to follow after him.

“She stays with me.” Harry confirmed.

There were a few seconds of quiet before Tom nodded and reluctantly left the room. I was sat on the table at the back once again, Harry’s green gaze locking with mine before he swiftly removed his top. I numbly watched as he tugged down his jeans, which he replaced with his pair of navy shorts.

He strolled over to me, a small smile on his face. I allowed him to part my knees, Harry’s body standing comfortably between my thighs. Large hands were placed round my lower back, sliding me forward slightly. Harry’s dark curls tickled lightly at my skin as he dipped his head, plump lips going to my ear.

“I promise I’ll make it out alive.” He half-heartedly joked.

The spot just below my ear received a small kiss when I gave him little response. Obviously aware that I was in no mood to have him joke. He drew back, astonishing green eyes burning into my blue ones. I quickly turned my head as Harry leant in to my lips. He appeared shocked by my rejection, refusing him as I have done on our first date. His nose nudged at my cheek, willing me to accept his affection.

“Don’t I get a kiss?” He whispered.

My eyes squeezed closed with the hurt lacing his voice. Fingers tightly gripped the edge of the table.

“For good luck.”

My silence caused his head to drop, gently prying my grasp from the table ledge. His touch was careful as he played with the tips of my fingers. My body seemed to tense as his lips made contact with my cheek whilst raising my hand to leave a kiss to the back.

Breath trembled from my mouth as he released me, leaving me cold and alone in the corner of the now seemingly frightening room. I watched as he picked up his gloves before making his way over to the door. He didn’t look round as he exited. My heart was thumping wildly in my chest.

My head shook, I couldn’t let him leave, not like this. I didn’t want him worrying about me, especially as he was about to step into the boxing ring. He needed to focus on that, not me. I hastily scrabbled down from the table top, stumbling over to the door. My anxious gaze fell upon Harry’s naked back as he walked barefoot down the narrow corridor.


He swiftly turned at the sound of my voice, his eyes wide with concern as I ran to him. My hand grasped the back of his neck, tugging him down to forcefully press my lips to his. The gloves were dropped to the floor as strong arms held me tightly, our mouths savouring the feel of each other. When we drew back we were both heavily breathing, foreheads pressed together.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

Harry softly smiled before fiddling with the paper plane pendant he had retrieved from where it was hidden below the material of my neckline. He brought my hand up to his chest, pressing it closely to the bare, tanned skin.

“You have my heart, keep it safe.” He whispered.

My lips parted with Harry’s quiet words, staring up at him. I leaned into his body, placing a kiss to where my hand previously rested.

“I will.”

One last sweet peck was shared between us before he reluctantly moved away, picking up the disregarded gloves. I was left with the feel of Harry on my lips as I hopelessly watched him walk away.


His head twisted, curls flopping over his forehead.

“Kick his arse.”

I heard him laugh, strolling away down the hall.


I was dirty, cold in the vast room. A high ceiling above us, boxing ring in the centre. It made me wonder if this had once been a gym, all be it a very long time ago. But I could see the potential. It was nothing like the gym in which Harry and Tom worked, left abandoned and to ruin.

Word must have spread about the looming fight, any number of people talking as they stood or sat round the ring. How long had people been waiting for this showdown? An uneasy feeling washed through me, knowing that there were stakes held against each of the fighters, someone had to lose. There was money going to be made out of the victor. The thought made me feel nauseous.

I was soon distracted from my gradually increasing level of anxiety. Hayley stood to my side giving me a weak smile. It was because of her, this whole situation had stemmed from Hayley. I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it. I knew she detected my uncertainty towards her, a warm hand quickly grasping mine. But before she could speak both Harry and his opponent had entered the ring. The audience was loud and I found it difficult to distinguish the words being spoken. Hayley tugged me a little closer.

“I didn’t ask him to, I-I didn’t want him to do this, Bo.” She desperately spoke. “Harry’s just so stubborn.” She breathed.

I stared at her for a second, sincerity in her voice. She looked a little relieved as I squeezed her hand. I didn’t desire for her to feel any worse about the current situation. I knew only too well how determined and driven Harry could become once he set his mind to something. There was no stopping him.

Her hand remained in mine as we turned our nervous gazes to the raised platform, all eyes on the ring as the guys got ready. Harry’s orbs seemed to take my breath away as he stared at me. I had never seen him like that before, he looked intense, uncompromising, powerful, almost as if he was looking straight through me. But his vision swiftly averted as Tom placed the gum shield into Harry’s mouth, giving him a pat on the back. Tom exited the ring leaving Harry to stand alone, bare feet moving forward. I quickly came to learn that his opponent’s name was Scott, numerous people shouting at him for support. We watched as they courteously knocked fists, signally both opponents were ready.

As soon as the bell rung out Harry’s fist landed a solid hit on Scott’s face. Numerous punches were thrown, both men receiving blows that made me wince. I knew Harry was good at what he did. But I never imagined him to fair so well against someone in a heavier weight class. His skill astounded me as we observed both opponents blocking hooks that would have done some serious damage. Harry was quick, quicker than his competitor. Maybe that was what made him excel, that and his obvious anger behind every hit.

I don’t know how long had played out, but my grip soon began to tighten on Hayley’s hand as Harry took a heavy blow to the left side of his chest. The punches Harry was receiving exceeded that of what he was producing. Why was he slowing down? His forearms seem to be continuously raised in defence. I desperately looked to Hayley. Tom was on her other side as he shouted out to Harry.

“Wha..” I couldn’t finish.

“It’s fine, Bo. He’s trying to find Scott’s weak spot.” She informed me.

“I don’t understand.” I shook my head, frowning.

“Everyone has some sort of flaw; Harry needs to find it in order to take him down.”

“Well can’t he do a bit more than just stand and take the hits?” I cried.

My mind whirled as I thought about what Hayley said. Harry appeared to have no physical flaws, none that I could see anyway.

"W-What's Harry's weakness?" I stuttered.

Her eyes fell on me, a small smile spreading on her lips.

"You." She whispered.

My heart swelled, beating rapidly in my chest. The more I pondered over it, I came to believe that he was also my weakness, the tall, curly-haired guy that had, quite literally, forced his way into my life. And now I never wanted him to leave.

I found it difficult to watch as Harry repeatedly blocked the punches. There were sure to be a number of bruises all over his tanned skin once the match had ended. All I wanted was for him to make it out alive.

“There, there!” Hayley shouted.

She tugged me closer, stretching out her arm to point at Scott. I winced as Harry took another hit but it allowed us to see the twinge in Scott’s right shoulder. Hayley was screaming out the discovery, hoping to alert Harry. But I knew he had already found it. The small smirk on his face was confirmation. There was no time to act on it though, Scott’s right glove thumping hard into Harry’s stomach. My hand covered my mouth as I desperately looked on. Harry stumbled back against the ropes, his eyes squeezed closed attempting to focus, block out the pain he must have been feeling. Hayley’s hand remained tightly gripped in mine, fear in her brown eyes. Mine were widening as Scott approached Harry. I silently begged him to raise his arms to defend himself, but it surprised me when Scott didn’t take the obvious opportunity of the curly-haired guy in a weakened state. Instead he smirked, wrapping an arm round the top his shoulder, Harry’s bowed head pressed to his forehead.

Harry grimaced at the words being spoken between them. A deep frown in his brow, lips tightly pursed. The one sided conversation undetectable to our ears. The ref had come over to break it up but he dared not touch Scott to warn him. Harry’s gloves suddenly shoved against his opponent’s chest in anger, pushing him away as Scott laughed.

I gasped as Harry’s gaze travelled to me. Whatever Scott had said provoked the flare of darkness in Harry’s eyes. His jaw tight, breath increased. I knew he was fuming, the muscles in his stomach tensed as he stared at me.

“Come on, Styles!” Scott goaded.

Numerous cheers were heard at the fighting talk. But Harry’s focus possessively held mine as he forced himself away from the ropes. His forearm rose to harshly wipe away the scarlet streak dripping from the corner of his mouth. Scott had a challenging smile spread across his face, knowing that he had triggered something deep inside Harry. I had seen him angry before, but never like this. Scott glanced over to me, causing fear to strike through my body. I felt myself take an involuntary step back, tears springing in my eyes. Disgust filled my entirety as he winked at me, the gesture only enflaming Harry further as he aggressively walked forward.

I couldn’t watch anymore. I had to get out. The noise from the audience suddenly becoming overbearing, painful almost. My vision became blurry as I fought the tears brimming in my eyes.

“I-I can’t..” I spoke urgently to Hayley.

Her face was full of concern as I pried my fingers from her grasp. I turned, quickly shoving through the crowd to find an exit. Hayley and Tom could be heard as they shouted out my name, but I continued with my escape, fleeing from the vast room.


Almost twenty minutes had passed as I sat on some metal railings outside the back of the building. It was still mild in the night air, only a small breeze flowing through the length of my dark waves. The sound of cars starting their engines ignited my interest, the match had finished, people were going home. Worry trembled across my skin, goose bumps forming. It was over.

My face instantly drained, the thought of Harry sprawled out unconscious on the ring floor flooded my mind. The picture forced heavy tears down my cheeks. I don’t think I’d ever cried as much in one night. The ache in my heart frightened me a little, my feelings for Harry had begun to reach new heights that I never knew were possible. I didn’t know what to do, my sobbing making it difficult to rationally focus on anything.

I jumped as a hand was placed on my shoulder. My right arm swung round, fist pounding into the person’s stomach. The guy doubled over, wincing.

“Shit, Tom. I’m sorry.” I gushed.

My hand was placed on his back, bending down to peer at his face, making sure he was ok.

“You’ve got a pretty mean right hook on you, Bo.” He strained, joking.

I half-heartedly laughed, watching as he rose to his full height.

“Harry taught me.” I whispered.

He chuckled with my revelation.

“Trust Harry to teach you something like that.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” I questioned.

He nodded, eyes connecting with mine. I gulped as the amusement disappeared from his face; the atmosphere suddenly becoming serious. I quickly wiped the moisture from my cheeks as I stared up at him.

“He wants to see you.”

My heart thumped in my chest as I approached the changing room door. I dreaded to think what Harry looked like after the fight. Breathing erratically, I forced myself to move forward. My eyes instantly landed on Harry. The room was dimly lit, making it difficult to distinguish his face as he sat on one of the benches. His head was bowed, curls flopping over his forehead.

“Harry.” I called out quietly.

His head rose with my voice. The icepack pressed to the left side of his face was brought down and placed beside him. My apprehension was getting the better of me, not sure if I should stay put. I strained to see his face from my position.

“Come here.” His raspy voice instructed.

My fingers nervously played with the ends of my hair, biting my lip as I cautiously moved forward. His ringlets were drenched in sweat, sticking to his forehead as he stared up at me. I think he was almost as wary as I was. I had prepared myself for the worst but his appearance surprised me. Yes, he was bloody and slightly bruised, but it was nowhere near as bad as the images my mind had tortured me with.

Harry curiously peered at me from under his sweaty curls. It was almost as if he were holding his breath, waiting for my reaction. A large hand was held out for me to take and I immediately accepted the gesture. Harry chuckled as I straddled his lap. My touch was instantly on his face, brushing over his cheeks, checking to see if he was hurt. I pushed back his damp ringlets. All the while he didn’t take his frosty green gaze off me. Blood was smeared across his cheek from his nose, but it wasn’t broken.


My touch travelled down his chest, leaning away slightly, Harry’s hands supported my lower back as I checked his stomach. He winced a little, my eyes darting up to his face. I tugged his arms round, holding his hands in mine, turning them over, testing his long fingers.

“Bo, I’m fine.” He laughed.

I held his chin turning his head from side to side, ignoring his comment. I think he thought it best to let me carry on with my investigation. Harry just sat there, a smile on his face as I continued.

I frowned as he flinched, my thumb running across his overly plump bottom lip. It had obviously swelled slightly from a hit. I leant forward pressing a light kiss to the injury. Harry didn’t have time to respond before my thumb gently pushed in between his lips.

“What are you doing?” He question muffled at my intrusion.

I squinted my eyes in concentration, exploring round his mouth.

“Checking you still have all your teeth.” I replied.

He gripped my wrist, playfully sucking on my thumb before he pulled it out.

“That’s what the gum shield is for.” He laughed.

Harry grinned at me to display the whites of his teeth. His cheeky smile clearly showing he hadn’t lost any during the fight.

“See.” He confirmed.

I sighed in relief, my head falling to his shoulder as he wrapped his arms round me. I didn’t care about the perspiration trickling down his chest, just wanting to hold him. Knowing he was safe.

“Oh my God. I’ve never been so scared in my entire life.” I mumbled against his sweaty skin.

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head as I clung to him. I’m not sure how long we stayed in that position. I was just so glad he was conscious and talking. The thought of what could have happened made me feel uncomfortable. But I didn’t dwell on it for long, knowing I would break down into tears again. I didn’t think I could take any more crying.

“Don’t you want to know how I did?” He asked quietly.

I rolled my eyes, boys and their egos.

“I don’t care, as long as you’re alright, it doesn’t matter.” I mumbled.

There were a few seconds of silence before his fingertips pressed into me, pulling me closer into our intimate embrace.

“I had him on his arse end of the first round. Knocked him out in the second.” He whispered.

I pulled back, my wide eyes connecting his Harry’s. They were sparkling with excitement, a grin quickly forming on his face. My bemusement clearly humouring him.

“W-What?” I stuttered.

“Bo, I won.”

My arms tightly wrapped round him, squeezing. Harry drew in a sharp breath. I pushed him down to lie back on the bench. My lips meeting his in a rushed, messy kiss. Fingertips dug into his shoulders as I rested my weight on him. But I quickly withdrew when I felt him wince.

“Steady.” Harry strained.

His eyes were clamped shut before he focused back on me.

“You might not be able to have your way with me tonight.” He playfully joked.

“I-I can’t believe you..” Still trying to comprehend what he had accomplished.

“Told you I was good.” Harry smirked.

I carefully laid down on top of him, placing my head on his chest.

“You’re incredible. “ I whispered.

He chuckled at my compliment, fingers brushing up and down my spine.

“So what happens to Scott now?”

Harry’s arms held me closer with the sound of his name. His reaction made me ponder over the undistinguishable words exchanged between the two fighters in the ring. The words that had provoked Harry into unleashing the violent behaviour that led to his win. I found myself glad that I hadn’t witnessed his unstoppable rage. The sight may have mentally scarred me.

“You don’t need to worry about him. He’s not going to be a problem anymore.”

The dark tone I detected in Harry’s voice told me I wasn’t to question him any further. No matter how desperate I was to discover what had been said between them. Instead I leaned up, pressing a kiss to his uninjured cheek.


Harry had tried to encourage me to go out with him and his friends to celebrate his win. But I turned down the offer. I didn’t want to intrude on what was clearly going to be a lad’s night out. Now I knew Harry was safe I was content in just going home and having a lazy evening. I had just caught my mum as she was heading off to work; another night shift at the hospital.

I quickly grew bored of the TV, my mind wanting something with a little more depth. It didn’t take me long to find an activity I had always loved. I laid back on the grass, a book in my hands. The flickering light from the candles I had placed to my side provided a pretty glow to absorb the words on the pages. I wanted to make the most of the warm evening deciding to spend my time in the back garden. But I could hardly concentrate on the romance novel I held. My thoughts repeatedly straying to a beautiful boy who had taken my heart. The lines I read seemed nothing on comparison to what was playing out in my life. Harry had turned it upside down, it could never go back to the way it was. But I didn’t want it to.

I attempted to read for a while longer. A smile creeping onto my face as I felt someone’s presence beside me. My head rolled to the side to find Harry laid to my right. He grinned at me, taking my book from my fingers and folding over the page. The novel was placed on the grass as Harry leaned into me, placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Hello, Beautiful.” His raspy voice spoke.

I smiled brushing a few curls back from his face.

“I thought you were going out to celebrate.” I whispered.

“I didn’t want to. I want to spend time with my girlfriend.”

My heart swelled at his words. Butterflies erupting in my stomach as I stared at him. Now in jeans and a t shirt, smelling fresh from the shower. Harry shifted his body, laying down on his front at an angle to me, his head by my middle.

Long fingers carefully tugged up my tank top. Harry’s warm touch brushed my bare stomach as the clothing was pushed up beneath my breasts. I smiled as he plucked a daisy from the grass. The petals tickled at my skin as Harry trailed the small flower lightly over my stomach. His gaze travelled up to my face, dimples deeply set into his cheeks as he grinned at me.

“That tickles.” I giggled.

The stem was pulled from the head of the daisy. I curiously peered down as Harry placed the pretty flower into my belly button. My eyes fluttered shut as he leaned forward, plump lips pressing to the area just above the new decoration.

“You look like a goddess.” His raspy voice whispered.

My long, dark hair had fanned out round me, my body laid back on the grass. I smiled as he shifted to hover over me, a knee either side of my waist. Nobody had ever looked or spoken to me like Harry had before. He made me feel like we were the only two people in the world.

“So beautiful.”

In that moment I knew it was Harry. I wanted to give myself to him. He could have me, all of me. And I desperately wanted him.

He smiled, dipping his head to kiss my neck. I gripped his nape, fingers pressing into his warm skin as I built up the courage.

“Make love to me.” I barely whispered.

He heard. His lips unmoving as he processed my words. Harry’s body seemed to tense above me, not quite sure of his next move. My fingers slid into his curls, fisting them and gently guiding his head away from the crook of my neck. Our breathing was heavy as his forehead rested on mine. My heart thumped in my chest, Harry’s stunning eyes piecing into mine.


I wasn’t naïve to the fact that Harry had had sex before, that information was evident. His knowledge and experience often intimidating me as I had no clue on most of the acts under the sex title. But making love. I wasn’t so sure he had committed to anything as remotely profound . And by his almost stiffened posture my thoughts were confirmed. This would be the first time it had actually meant something to him. I wanted him to make love to me, I wanted that sort of intimate connection with Harry. The connection that only lovers had; to put my trust in him and his in me.

He looked almost frightened as he stared at me. His eyes wide and blazing.

“Are you sure?” Harry’s voice hoarse as he desperately gazed at me.

I gave him a small nod. My touch slipped from his ringlets as he moved away slightly. I rolled my head to the side, watching as his full lips pouted, blowing out the candles one by one. Now the only light being emitted was the full moon that hung high in the black sky. The beams breaking through the tall trees at the end of the garden.

I watched in amazement. The Luna rays illuminating Harry’s face in way that took my breath away. He was so beautiful. A kiss was pressed to the corner of my eye, his long lashes brushing against my cheek as he pulled away.

I intently observed as he got to his feet, holding out his hand towards me. I gripped it before Harry lifted me to stand in front of him. The small flower fell to the grass, my fingers tugging down my top before they entwined with Harry’s. His touch so warm as we walked to the back door of my house. But he stopped me as I reached for the handle. My eyes fluttered closed as he leant down, our lips connecting in an innocent kiss, his nose sweetly rubbing against mine. The gesture made me shyly smile. We pulled apart seconds later, Harry leading me into the house, locking the door behind us.

Harry closed my bedroom door as I quickly made my way over to the other side of the dark space. My fingers felt round for the switch to my fairy lights. Once found the room was engulfed in a soft pink. I turned to face Harry who had removed his keys, phone and wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. The depths of his stunning eyes stared at me as I fiddled with my hands, shuffling on my feet.

I knew my nervousness was clear, receiving a small smile from Harry.

“Come here.”

His long fingers extended to me, my feet moving toward him to accept the gesture. I swallowed down my anxiety, biting on my lower lip. Harry’s left arm slid round my back, gently enticing me closer.

“You’re safe. I’ll keep you safe.” He whispered.

And I believed him. I knew Harry would stop at nothing to protect me. It was difficult to describe to anyone how our relationship had begun. But more so how it had developed. I could trust Harry with practically anything. Is this what it felt like to be in love? To be so engulfed in someone, to want to give them everything.

Harry had already given me his heart.

An innocent kiss was exchanged between us. Pulling apart, but still our lips continued to brush. Our foreheads pressed together as I carefully felt down his stomach. My hands trembled as I caught hold of the bottom of his top. The t shirt was peeled from Harry’s long torso, frowning slightly as the injuries he had sustained from the fight came into view. But despite the imperfections he still looked breathtakingly beautiful. His tanned skin was smooth as I traced over the defined lines on his stomach.

“You must be an angel.” I whispered, peering up to Harry’s face.

His stunning features illuminated in the glow of my fairy lights. Dark curls, dimples, beautiful smile, astonishing green eyes and full, pouted lips. He looked like no other guy I had ever seen.

“I’m no angel, Baby.” His words holding a hint of hurt, orbs falling down to where I gripped his hand.

I knew he had taken part in some questionable activities and I still wasn’t sure if he would ever be free of the darkness that possessed him. But I didn’t want him to change for me.

“Well, I think you are.”

I raised his hand to my mouth, leaving delicate kisses to the knuckles.

“Why?” He asked confused.

“How can someone look as breath taking as you and not be an angel.” I spoke quietly. “That’s the only explanation I can think of.” I smiled.

He quietly laughed off the comment before kissing me on the end of my nose. My fingers trailed over his strong shoulders and down his toned arms, lightly squeezing at the muscle. I still couldn’t believe he had won the fight. Still amazed by the skill he had displayed in the boxing ring. But my mood quickly drained, mind darting to the cause of his violent come back.

“What did he say?” My voice soft as I looked up to Harry.

I didn’t need to speak the name. Harry knew. His posture stiffened, eyes pinning me to the spot. My fingers found his, attempting to comfort him. His body seemed to relax slightly with my touch.

“You really want to know?” His tone was a little harsh.

Did I want to know? The unknown information had been playing on my mind since I had witnessed him turn on Scott in the ring. My desire to discover the trigger to Harry’s rage outweighed the sensible part of me, the part telling me to just drop the subject.


He drew me in closer, ringlets tickling at my skin as he bowed his head.

“I’ll spare you the details.” He spoke in disgust. Green orbs intently locking on mine. “He said he’d take you away from me.” Harry’s rate of breathing had increased.

Fear commandeered my body, my fingers tightening with his words. I knew he could tell I was frightened, my presence moving closer into Harry.

“I’d never let anyone do that. I’ll kill him if he tries….No-one is taking you away.” The depth in his voice caused my body to shiver.

Take me away? What did that mean? Scott threatened to kill me? Harry held me to his bare chest, the trembling panic being absorbed into his body. I felt safe in his strong arms. But the swirling mess in my mind still remained. Harry wouldn’t let that happen. He would keep me safe. He had told me numerous times.

My arms clung round his waist. I’m not sure how long we stood and held each other but Harry’s embrace gradually calmed me down. His raspy voice quietly reassuring me, comforting me. Kisses were left on my cheek, trying to entice a smile.

“You alright?” Harry whispered.

I lightly nodded as he squeezed me.

“Good…now let me make love to you.”

The earlier events of the night left forgotten as I shyly smiled at the beautiful boy in front of me. How quickly he could turn a situation around. I took a step back out of his hold. Blazing green orbs never left me as I crossed my arms over my stomach, fingertips finding the hem of my top. My bottom lip was taken harshly between my teeth as I raised the material up. My vision obscured as I struggled to remove the clothing in my nervous state. I heard a deep laugh before large warm hands rested over my own, helping to rid me of the material barrier. Once off, I dropped it to the floor.

The blush on my cheeks seemed to heat my entirety. I stood in my bra and jeans. Both of us topless as Harry closed the distance. Soft, full lips were instantly on mine, tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I didn’t resist, my body surrendering itself to him. Harry could have everything I was able to give and more. I was his.

My hands gripped the back of his neck. Heart thumping against my chest as I felt his long fingers fumble with the button on my jeans. I gasped into his mouth as he tugged the zip down.

“Shh.” Harry comforted. “It’s alright, Baby.”

His whispered words had a calming effect, even though my breath was still trembling from my parted lips. He let out a laugh as I leaned up for another kiss, our noses bumping. But I stood frozen as fingers were hooked into my jeans, pulling them down over the curve of my backside. My touch was urgently over his naked chest, brushing over the marks that his opponent had inflicted during the fight. My thumb absentmindedly skimmed his right nipple. The throaty groan released took me a little by surprise. I repeated the action before dipping my head.

“Bo.” Harry’s breathless voice sounded.

My lips kissed the sensitive nub, sucking and licking. I was forced to lose contact as my jeans were eased down round my ankles. Harry taking my hands and guiding me out of the clothing. He caught me as I stumbled into him. But his grip released as he left me standing on my own. The length of my hair fell forward over my shoulders, concealing my black bra.

“Holy shit.” Harry spoke.

His lustful eyes trailed from my head to my feet. He took his time, lovingly absorbing the curves of my body. I had never been one to tan very well in the sun and next to Harry I looked paler than ever. But with him, I had never felt more beautiful. I watched his heart-fluttering smile appear as I nervously wriggled my toes.

“Nice colour.” He complimented the sparkly navy nail varnish.

“Thanks.” I whispered, shyly.

I yearned to feel his warmth. I couldn’t wait any longer, I initiated the contact. The large span of Harry’s palms all over my body as he touched and caressed the soft skin. He smiled into the kiss as I trailed up his back to a place where I knew he loved to be touched. Fingers instantly winding into the ringlets adorning his head.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled.

I gasped, one hand remaining tangled in Harry’s curls, the other gripping the back of his neck as he walked me backwards. Our bare feet touching as we stopped at the bottom of my bed. The heated kiss was broken. I had lost count of the number of times Harry had swept me off my feet. But on every occasion the gesture caused my face to erupt into a smile; a small giggle escaping.

My hair fanned out around me as Harry laid me back on the duvet. His gaze was almost in awe. Eyes never leaving my body.

“Harry.” I breathily whispered.

I reached out to him, trying to get him to move closer. He complied, kneeling in between my bent legs as he brought my hand up to his mouth. Pink lips left small kisses to the skin. His large hand brushing against the bracelets decorating my wrist as his touch slid up my forearm then back down to my hand. I intently watched as fingers began to carefully remove the jewellery. His eyes locked on my face as one by one the bracelets were taken from me. My arm was turned over, Harry leaning in to press his warm mouth to the underside of my naked wrist.

I still laid on my back as Harry continued his delicate touches. My heart thumping as he hovered over me, a small smile on his face as his thumb brushed over my neck before moving higher to my ear. The silver hoop was removed from my lobe, his actions repeating as his touch shifted the other side of my head.

Our eyes met as he knelt taller. My right leg was lifted. I whimpered as Harry’s warm hands ran down my thigh, knee, calf. All the while leaving wet kisses to the smooth skin.

“So soft.” He mumbled.

My foot pressed flat to his chest. I watched a he unclasped the ankle bracelet, placing it to the side where the rest of my jewellery lay. I couldn’t help but laugh as Harry brought my leg up higher before sucking on one of my toes. The sensation tickling. He grinned at me, dimples popping in his cheeks.

“Harry.” I giggled, trying to get him to stop.

When he had finished the only jewellery that was left was Harry’s pendant. The paper plane resting safely on my chest. He played with the chain before leaning down to me, lips travelling to my ear.

“We’ll keep this one on.” His raspy voice whispered.

I nodded in agreement. I hadn’t taken it off since he had given it to me, it never left my sight.

Hands skimmed down my body, cupping my breasts and gently squeezing them. Tingles of pleasure burst across my skin in goose bumps. He knew exactly what effect he had on me and he was taking full advantage. My head rolled to the side, chest rising and falling rapidly under Harry’s intimate touch.

“No, look at me.” He instructed.

My eyes flickered open as I met his intense gaze, fingers trailing over my stomach. Every tiny touch seemed to be magnified. Harry’s presence all-encompassing, overwhelming me. Harry had moved further down the bed, kissing at my sensitive skin as he went. His movements were so hot, seductive. If I wasn’t laid down, there was a strong possibility I would have fallen in a heap to the floor. My mind snapped back when I felt his touch on my underwear.

“You know I love these.” He fiddled with the lace. “I want to take them off…but not yet.” Harry added with a wink.

Before I had a chance to regain my breath he dipped his head. Hands trapped my ankles, pinning my feet to the bed, knees bent. His open mouth placed over the front of my underwear. Hot breath seeping through the thin material as he purposefully puffed out.

“Shit.” I swore.

My trembling body brought a satisfied smile to his face, unable to move my legs and at his mercy. His chuckle could be heard and felt as he nipped at the skin of the inside of my thighs. An ankle was released, index hooking my knickers to the side. My hips shifted as his tongue delved into me. I wasn’t in any way prepared for his actions. But I knew Harry took pleasure in my writhing state. Lips and tongue working together to have me whimpering his name. My lower half lifted from the mattress slightly, desperate for more contact. His rumbling laugh vibrated against me, tongue zigzagging down the length of my aching core. My hands desperately fisted the duvet round me, clinging onto anything I could as Harry continued his heated torture. My chest constricted, breath hitching as his mouth closed down around my clit, sucking on the small nub.

Harry rose up a little for air, grinning.

“Does that feel good?”

I nodded, incapable of speech. My eyes fell closed, hand blindly travelling down to search for the soft curls on Harry’s head to tangle between my fingers. I jolted when his nose brushed my clitoris.

“You have no idea how amazing you taste.” He mumbled against me.

His bold words stimulated me further, intensifying my already heightened arousal. I knew I wouldn’t be able to delay my orgasm for much longer, the tingles signifying its imminent onset, bursting through my body. Something that was becoming increasingly apparent to Harry as I attempted to clamp my thighs round his head. His hot tongue flicked the sensitive nerve endings twice more before parting my legs and pulling away.

“Not yet, Baby.” His tone seductively alluring.

I felt like I couldn’t move, my limbs limp as Harry shifted. He laid back on the pillows, hands holding me by my hips to easily take me with him. My back pressed to his bare chest as he bent his knees, my body sprawled on top of Harry’s. I was still a little cautious of his injuries, but the wounds didn’t seem to faze Harry at all. He gently drew my hair over to one side, the length cascading down my front. My breasts were gently palmed before one of the large hands was raised up.

“Suck.” Harry’s raspy voice rumbled beneath me.

I took the extended finger into the warmth of my mouth. Moans could be heard as I swirled my tongue round, lubricating the length. My lips pursed as Harry drew it out.

“Good girl.”

There was no time wasted in slipping long fingers into the front of my underwear. I cried out as his index nudged into me, my feet pressing to his jean clad thighs. A strong arm held me to him as I wiggled with his relentless actions. My hand tightly gipped his straining bicep as he continued to pump a finger into me. His chest vibrated in a moan beneath me as I ground my backside into his crotch.

“H-Harry, please.”

I attempted to roll off him but he wouldn’t let me, his arm tightening.

“No, don’t. Bo, stay with me.” He breathily told me.

My head fell back to his shoulder in defeat, but his touch still caused me to writhe on top of him. Harry groaned with the friction I was creating against his crotch. An increasingly prominent bulge pressing into me. The thump of his heart could be felt on my back. I had never experienced anything like this before.

“I’m gunna try two.” He quietly informed me.

I didn’t reply, unable to. My muscles clenched as he attempted to enter me again.

“Bo, you need to relax.”

Eyes squeezed closed as a second finger was sunk into me. My excitement made it a little easier for Harry to move within my tight warmth. The new sensation was uncomfortable, stretching as Harry deepened the pumping action. He was gentle, not wanting to force it. I couldn’t control the whimpers leaving my lips. My heels dug into his thighs as the pace gradually increased.

“You’re so tight.” He strained.

Harry’s free hand caught hold of mine, gratefully accepting the comforting gesture. My mouth fell agape as he kept his fingers stationary inside me, ceasing to pump them. Instead he struggled to swirl them round. I heard him swear beneath me as my walls involuntarily clenched round his intrusion. Harry’s gentle strokes left my mind in a mess, long fingers caressing me from the inside. When he curled them round I cried out. His tips meeting a point I never knew existed. The pleasure I felt was far beyond anything I could imagine.

“H-Harry. I want to kiss you.” I begged.

I hated not seeing his face. I wanted to watch him, take in his every detail. Air was sharply inhaled as Harry carefully drew his fingers from me. His arm released from my waist allowing me to roll off him to the side. I felt exhausted, breath coming in pants. My head lazily turned to the stunning guy who had brought me close to orgasm twice in an unbelievably short period of time.

My orbs were wide as I witnessed Harry raise his fingers to his mouth, eyes closing as he took them beyond his pink lips. Long eyelashes fluttered before his head turned to face me, desperately sucking. When they were reluctantly pulled from his mouth, Harry’s tongue glided out, seductively licking round his swollen lips as he hummed in appreciation. His sparkling green eyes continued to stare at me, unbuckling his belt. The button was soon popped open, zip pulled down.

“Are you going to help me?” He playfully asked.

I swept the hair back from my face, finding my strength and crawling over. I kissed his cheek before gripping the top of his jeans. His hips were raised allowing me to tug the denim down his long legs. I giggled, struggling to remove the material as Harry wriggled before successfully throwing the clothing to the floor.

Dimples popped either side of his smile as I gazed at Harry. The beautiful guy laid out on my sheets. He was mine. My fighter, my protector, my angel.

“I’m getting lonely over here.” Harry playfully pouted. “Are you going to come and join me?” His eyes glittered in amusement.

A deep raspy laugh echoed round the room as an uncontrollable smile broke across my face. My body was quickly on top of Harry’s. We met in a teasing kiss, my teeth lightly tugging at his lower lip. My touch was all over him, gliding over his strong chest which rose and fell at an increasing rate beneath me. I barely felt Harry’s fingers trail up my back, my posture stiffening as the bra clasp was fumbled open. My body pulled away from him slightly. He smoothly slid the straps from my shoulders, my mouth beginning to dry. I still straddled his lap as Harry shifted to sit up. The pretty black lace fell away from my trembling form.

Green eyes held mine. Large hands were placed round my back, encouraging me closer. My lashes fluttered as our bare chests came into contact. Breasts firmly pressed to the hardness of Harry’s torso. His head rolled back, a satisfied sigh puffed out. The cool silver of his chain trapped between our now clammy bodies.


His skin was warm; I loved being wrapped in his strong arms. I took advantage of his weakened state, placing soft kisses down his exposed neck. Harry’s heady scent overwhelmed my senses, nuzzling my face into his crook. I never wanted him to let me go. My lips trailed along his defined jaw, placing my hands on his shoulders as I gently encouraged him to lie down. Harry complied, holding me tightly. I smiled as he sweetly rubbed our noses together before pecking me on the mouth. Fingers brushed back the curls that had fallen over his forehead.

“I’m yours.” I barely whispered.

Harry’s lips parted with my words, eyes squeezing closed as he absorbed the depth.

“I’m going to show you how much I care for you.”

I was rolled over, my entirety at Harry’s mercy. My blue orbs intently watched as he dipped his head, ringlets tickling at my skin. I inhaled sharply as warm lips pressed delicate kisses to the scar on my left breast. He knew I still wasn’t completely comfortable with any sort of contact with the horrendous reminder. But Harry was also aware he was the only one ever to touch me. I trusted him.

My knickers were carefully tugged down my legs, all the while Harry left no part of my skin untouched by his lips; showering my body in intimate affection. I was completely bare. The reality of the situation only just sinking in. The beautiful boy I had feared not too long ago slowly making his way up my naked body. One of his thighs rested between mine, his prominent bulge becoming increasing apparent as he ground his hips gently. I hadn’t noticed my lack of sight until Harry kissed the corner of my right eye.

“Let me see those pretty blue eyes.” He whispered.

My vision flickered as Harry came back into focus. Dimples were set into his cheeks, a small smile playing on his full lips. My hands seemed tiny in comparison to his as he guided them to the band of his boxers. I knew what he wanted me to do. My touch was shaky; struggling to remove the last piece of clothing between us. The tight, black fabric was soft against my fingertips. Harry’s erection desperately straining with the limiting confines of his boxers. As I peeled back the material I couldn’t help but remember how he tasted, the length thick and heavy as Harry aided in the removal of the underwear.

My small hand grasped him gently, Harry groaning as he leant over to the bedside table where he had placed the items from his back pocket. I began to pump as he retrieved a silver, square packet from his wallet. I noticed the pink head of his heavy length was almost the same colour as his lips. The observation made me blush. He grinned, a heavy kiss left to my mouth before abruptly rolling off me. I watched as his teeth ripped at the silver; Harry’s fingers routinely carried out the actions. Rolling the condom down his stiff length and discarding the foil to the side.

He was soon on top of me once again. Palms spread either side of my head before he lowered down. We inhaled each other’s warm breath, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

“You ready?” Harry asked, eyes intently searching mine for any doubt. But he found none.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. My focus was fixed on Harry’s face as his hand travelled down between us. His eyes were hooded, ringlets falling down round his stunning features as he brushed his tip over me a few times. Muscles tensed as I felt Harry cautiously press into me. I winced, forcing him to attempt a second time. Our fingers quickly became entwined to the side of my head. Whimpers fell from my parted lips, Harry pushing in a little further. The sensation was something I had never felt before, unpleasant in a strange way.

“If I could feel it for you, I would.” His voice strained.

I squeezed his fingers in reassurance, trying not to let my obvious displeasure bubble through to my emotions. Harry was filling me to my extremes.

“I’d take the pain away, Baby. For you, Bo.”

And I didn’t for one second doubt his words. He had proven time and time again of the lengths he would go to secure my safety. This was no different. But I had a feeling Harry wasn’t just addressing the current situation; he meant all the hurt I had ever felt. My watery eyes explored the bruises across his tanned skin.

I cried out in pain as Harry gently rolled his hips forward, pressing all the way in. He held the position as I whimpered beneath him. I looked up to find his green eyes full of guilt. Harry hated the thought of hurting me. His bottom lip was brought between his teeth. Dark curls hung round his beautiful face. Small tears brimmed over my eyes, rolling down my cheeks.

“Don’t cry, Beautiful.”

Harry’s lips kissed away the salty drops. I had never desired to be as close to someone as I did Harry. My arms clung to him as he adjusted slightly, the uncomfortable feeling intensifying as I quietly sobbed.

“I know, I know, Baby.” Harry desperately spoke, leaving kisses to my cheeks in hopes of distracting me.

Harry’s naked body seemed to enclose round me, protectively shielding me. His larger frame blocking out the world surrounding us as he engulfed me. I swallowed hard as his face appeared above mine again; Harry’s lips softly pouting as he hushed me. I needed to feel him.

“Do it again.” I whispered.

“No.” His raspy voice strained in protest.

His mouth fell open as he stared down at me. Our breathing was heavy, bare chests rising up and down rapidly. Harry’s face nudged into the crook of my neck; plump lips leaving kisses to the warm skin. His hips unmoving as he stayed buried inside me.

“Please.” I quietly begged.

Dark curls tickled my skin as he shook his head. I knew he didn’t want to cause me pain, but I couldn’t stay still for much longer. My lower half rose off the mattress slightly, desperately trying to get him to move. I felt the low moan vibrate though his chest. A gasp fell from my lips as one of his large hands pressed to my hip, restraining my movement.

“Stop.” He spoke desperately.

His pants grew louder, struggling to deny me.

“Harry…I want to feel you.”

He shifted his head, our noses brushing. Warm air puffed out over my face. The intensity in his fearful eyes took my breath away.

“I need you.” I whispered.

The hand on my hip was removed, it travelled up, fingers entwining. Harry’s forehead rested on my own, gently squeezing my hand as he slowly drew out. My skin tingled with the sensation before he gradually rolled his hips forward again. The discomfort had lessened but the slight numb aching was still there. We didn’t kiss but our lips continually brushed.

“I’m sorry.” Harry spoke against my mouth.

Harry’s head dropped down to my chest. His lips left wet kisses across my collar bones. I felt his mouth gently suck at the skin as he withdrew from me. My free hand gripped the back of his neck, my fingers tangling into the curls. Teeth grazed the valley between my breasts as he brought the paper plane pendant between his lips. I smiled, realising it was the only object I was currently wearing. A throaty groan was emitted from Harry as he rocked back into me. I harshly bit down on my lip to stop from crying out. His face came back to mine, green orbs locking with my blue ones. He willingly allowed me to pull him down. The cold silver of the pendant pressed between our swollen lips.

I bit down onto the chain, Harry’s heated gaze seeming to warm my entire body. His hips still continued to move gently but the pace became a little faster. I struggled to balance my breathing, the limited air I was drawing in, unable to satisfy my needs.

“Bo, y-you’re so tight.” He stuttered.

My fingers were released, Harry’s large hand gripping the headboard above me. The muscles in his arm continually tensed as his hips met mine. The chain fell from my lips. His heavy breathing puffed out, eyes screwed closed. When he opened them, the darkness they displayed struck me with fear. The sparkling green replaced with black. I had only ever witnessed him look at me like that once before, staring straight through me. A sob escaped my lips as Harry gave me a particularly painful thrust. My nails racked down his glistening, naked back. He lowly moaned in response, catching hold of my hip. His fingertips deeply pressed into my skin, holding me in place as he continued to rock into me. There was no kissing, nothing intimate about the situation. Is this what the other girls had experienced? With another heavy thrust it became obvious to me. Harry wasn’t used to being gentle. He would shut himself off from any feelings connected with sex. It had never been anything more than just a shag to him.

“Harry.” I urgently gushed.

Tears spilled over my cheeks once again. I wanted to kiss him; discover the playful, caring guy I was falling for. My fingers desperately brushed over his face, hastily trying to capture his attention.

“P-Please.” My voice cried.

My touch caused him to shake his curls, eyes squeezing closed, his pace instantly began to slow. I tugged him down by his neck, forehead pressing to mine. Harry’s movements became less forceful, the sparkling green of his eyes gradually returning as he stared at me. The transformation was astonishing and it made me wonder if the beautiful boy above me had any idea of what had just happened. Relief flooded me…I thought I’d lost him.

“Bo.” He whispered.

His lips feverously covering mine in a passionate kiss before dotting small pecks all over my face. Harry let go of the headboard, releasing my hip and resting his weight onto his forearms. It was so hot, perspiration trickling from his damp ringlets, down his neck as he concealed me with his naked body.

His movement varied from small, quick thrusts to slow, torturous ones. My mouth parted, struggling to breath as his paced decreased again. The feeling was so intense, so overwhelming. But nothing like it had been a few minutes ago. That was rough, painful. Harry’s breathing was heavy, his eyes on my face the whole time. Intently observing me, attempting to see how I reacted to different speeds.

“You like it slow?” He whispered in confirmation.

I wearily nodded, his actions leaving me speechless. He was making love to me. Slow and romantic. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but Harry. It still felt uncomfortable, but it was bearable. My fingers trailed down his back, he smiled, lightly moaning. His strong body arching into me as I repeated the actions with my nails.

“Shit.” He throatily groaned.

My head was encouraged to the side, Harry nuzzling into the crook. Small, soft sounds escaped from my lips as he lightly bit at the sensitive skin. I let out a strained giggle, his nose nudging against my cheek as he quietly whimpered, attempting to get my attention. The second I turned my head, Harry’s swollen lips were pressed urgently to mine. The kiss was sweet and playful, a side of Harry that I had only seen, no-one else. His hips still continued to meet mine, the air around increasing in temperature.

“Does it still hurt?” He mumbled.

His question took me a little by surprise and there was no point in lying about the answer. Green orbs attentively explored mine as he waited for my reply. Harry received my small nod. Drawing back, his expression was one of pain as he absorbed my revelation. His eyebrows creased into a frown.

Harry’s strong body shifted above me, a large hand skimming across my stomach and down to where we connected. My eyes widened in panic. I hastily gripped his wrist. Concern flashed over his face.

“I can’t.” I desperately told him.

“But I want to make you feel good.” Harry spoke, curls tickling my forehead.

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