Turn This Around

He was beautiful, like an angel, handsome like a god, but what he possessed within was frightfully dark, dangerous and deceiving. You look into his eyes and you're staring into hell itself and you realise he is the demon in which haunts you in you're sleep.

When Natalie Carter, the new girl in town catches the eye of the biggest asshole in school she soon discovers she's going to need more than a feisty attitude and snarky come backs to get rid of the male who stalks her. Challenged with school, making friends and trying to find her place in the world, she really doesn't need Harry Styles on her plate. Harry Styles was not good, in fact he was far from it. He was a demonic creature who had crawled from the fiery pits of hell in Natalie Carters eyes.

There is no escape once your being hunted.


52. Chapter Forty-Four continued


"Where are you going?" 

Harry's eyes intently observed my every move as I scrambled from the bed where we had been cuddling a few short moments earlier. I caught hold of the duvet, sliding it from the bed before my efforts were prevented. I gave Harry a playful frown upon seeing him with the covers clenched tightly between his fingers.

"No." He whined, pouting his lips.

I was at disadvantage if this came down to a tug of war.

"Harry, I want to take a shower." I groaned.

"Last time I checked duvets weren't needed in the shower." 

"But I've got nothing on." I argued.

A smug grin spread across his lips as he cheekily looked at me. 

"I don't mind."

Of course he didn't mind. I on the other hand wasn't really to keen on the idea of giving him a streaking show. 

Leaning back over the bed, the duvet still clutched in my hands to cover my body, I pressed my lips to Harry's hoping to distract him from our fight over the duvet. A smile curved on my lips as he took the bait, one hand coming up to cup my cheek, the other still holding loosely onto the duvet.

In one swift tugging motion I ripped the material from his hands, the plan I had devised working out to be successful as I claimed all the duvet. Wrapping the duvet round my body, I smiled smugly at Harry who did not look impressed by the warmth being stolen from him, now only left with a thin sheet to cover him.

"I'm just too good." I chuckled, before walking into the bathroom, Harry's hot gaze following after me until I disappeared into the bathroom.

I closed the bathroom door before dumping the duvet on the bathroom floor, no longer needing to use it to conceal my body from Harry's naughty eyes. I turned the water on to warm, sticking my hand on whilst impatiently tapping my foot on the tile floor as I waited for the spurts to heat. 

Stepping into the now steaming shower I allowed the hot water to run over me, soothing my achy entirety. It didn't take long for the transparent walls surrounding me to gather condensation, clouding out the rest of the bathroom leaving me in my own little world. 

My private shower had been short lived, I felt his overwhelming presence before I saw him. The shower door was tugged open, Harry's beautiful naked body appearing in its place. 

"Hello beautiful." Harry smirked.

"Get out, perverts are unwanted in my shower." I giggled, grabbing a sponge and lazily tossing it at him.

My throw was easily caught, Harry dropping it to the floor as he stepped into fogged up cubicle with me, closing the door behind him. He had that mischievous glint in his eye, the one he gets when he's up to something. Arming myself with a bottle of body wash I pointed the squirty head directly at him. 

"Since you stole the duvet, I got cold so I came here so you can keep me warm." He innocently blinked at me through long eyelashes.

I smiled at how cute he sounded, even though I knew he was thinking devilish things up in his head. Setting the bottle back down again, I wrapped my arms round his neck, holding him close as we both stepped under the heated water. Although he could have taken the duvet back to the bed after seeing it on the bathroom floor I decided not to mention that as I enjoyed his presence just as much as he was enjoying mine. 

"I guess I can make an exception for you." I smiled, sweetly pecking him on the lips.

The large expanse of his hands caressed my hips, gently cupping them as he turned my body around so my back was pressed into his chest. He nudged my head to the side, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

"Are you sore?." He asked.

"A little I quietly admitted."

My physical aches and pains were mostly from the first time we had made love a couple of days ago. My body was still recovering from that night. This evenings events had heightened the soreness I was feeling very marginally, my body still not properly accustomed to Harry's.

"I didn't hurt to again, did I?" He asked worriedly.

I shook my head, Harry had been nothing but gentle tonight, his adorableness left me in awe, the way he kept talking, it was just so sweet. A small sigh of relief fell from his mouth, he was more relaxed now that I had confirmed he hadn't lost control and he hadn't hurt me.

"I'm just sore from last time." My voice was hushed.

"I'm sorry." He apologised. "I'll make you feel better."

My heart fluttered in my chest as Harry cuddled me close as hot water pulsed over us. His hands released my hips as he squirted body wash on his palms before lathering the gel up into a foam. He began to softly caress my body, hoping to ease the small amount of discomfort I was feeling, his touch igniting the smell of mango in the process. A small whimper fell from my lips as his palms gently massaged my breasts. Soap covering the pale skin, running the pads of his thumbs over my taut nipples. He attended to my chest for much longer than someone just wishing to wash my body. Aware of the pleasure he was sparking through my core with every delicate touch.

"Mmm, baby." He softly hummed.

His hands then skimmed down my sides, taking time to rub over my hips, his eyes locked onto the small, fading bruises he had inflicted unintentionally. 

We stood under the steamy water as he continued to knead my body, relaxing a few tense muscles here and there as he went. His arms encircled around my waist as we watched the last of the fragrant soap swirl down the drain. A gasp escaped my lips as Harry unexpectedly trailed his long fingers down between my thighs. His husky voice reassured me, keeping me pressed to his front as he gently explored. I let out a small whimper as his fingertips made contact with my entrance, still a little raw from his last intrusion.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

Harry cuddled me into his backed body, gently urging me to spread my legs a little wider using his thigh. My back remained pressed to his chest.

"Please let me make you feel good." He almost begged. "Just here." His index lightly pressed to my clitoris. 

My lack of response was taken as my consent. Harry began to gently rub over the sensitive nub. His skilled fingers focusing on only one area as he whispered sweet things into my ear. My body was held to his, his plump lips kissing at my neck and over my shoulder. My arm drifted up, hooking around the back of his neck, my fingertips pressing into his nape. I could feel his increasingly stiff erection pressing into my backside. The sound of me quietly whimpering his name was obviously exciting the curly haired guy who continued to pleasure me. The water still showered down over us, the soft noises escaping out lips would have been concealed to anyone else.


I could feel the intense heat starting to spread through my stomach as long fingers still continued to caress the need between my legs. His alternative speed and pressure had me gasping for breath. Harry's muscles strained to hold me as I slumped back against his chest, grasping his muscular biceps to steady myself. My head lolled back onto his shoulders, desperate cries falling from my lips as Harry forced me to reach my high. 

"Good girl."

Harry's arm hooked under my leg, sweeping me up into his arms as I tried to catch my breath. I smiled lazily at Harry, his dark ringlets clung to his drenched skin before I pushed them back. Bright green eyes sparkled at me, a grin erupting on his face as I held onto tightly to him. 

"It's too hot in here, can we get out?" panted breathlessly.

Harry took a moment to turn the shower to off and bump the door open using his hip. I smiled as he set me back down on the tile floor before grabbing a large fluffy white towel in which he used to conceal both of us. 

"You're really warm." I giggled, cuddling up against his bare chest.

His usual body warmth had increased dramatically after being in the extremely hot shower. In fact it was so hot in there you could actually see the steam radiating off our skin. I was scooped up in his arms again, my hands quickly clasped the towel, holding it around us in the most awkward position. He carried me back into the bedroom, playfully dumping me down on the bed. 

"Harry." I laughed, watching as the towel slipped from around him, leaving him bare before me.

He cheekily grinned, deliberately giving me a full on display of his perfect body. My eyes trailed after him as he slowly sauntered back into the bathroom to retrieve the duvet. I envied his confidence, he seemed to enjoy being naked. 

The towel was stolen from me, my duvet tossed over me in its place. Harry crawled into the cosy warmth beside me, his arms snaked round my waist, pulling me close.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, his fingers running through my damp hair splayed out across the dark pillows. 

My cheeks tingled with heat, his comments still made me blush even after sharing such an intimate moment with him. I would never get used to his sweet compliments that he would randomly give me. They make my heart flutter, every time he gives me a comment like that I can't help but smile and blush. 

I pulled the duvet tightly around as as I clamoured on top of his body, resting my chin on his chest as I peered up at Harry through my dark lashes. He looked so cute, he was giving me a lazy smile, curls in a disarray, his eyelids drooping as he desperately fought to keep them open. 

He was completely worn out. I couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't been able to sleep very well the past two nights we'd been apart, just like I hadn't. If that was the case, todays events would have helped in tiring out poor Harry.

"You look adorable when you're sleepy." I whispered, leaving a kiss over each of his eyelids. "Go to sleep, handsome."

"Goodnight, Natalie." He whispered, before his eyes fluttered closed.


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