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.

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47. Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter 42

Harry and I hadn't done a lot after our interesting shopping trip. We'd ended up going back to his place and ordering Chinese takeouts for lunch on my request. Mum had text me saying she'd be home by six so I figured that we should probably be back there around the same time.

Since the weather was pretty nice we'd ended up sitting outside in the sun. Harry's head rested on my lap as I picked little daisy from the grass surrounding me, sticking them in his curls. Harry looked adorable with the contrasting little white flowers scattered throughout his dark curls. He didn't seem to like them as much as I did so it became a game of how many I could decorate his hair with before he pulled them out.

"So what am I meant to wear to this dinner thing?" Harry asks lazily from where his head lay in my lap.

I'm not even sure where we're going, I had figured I'd just wear a casual dress. I seriously hope mum doesn't take us to some really fancy restaurant, I hate posh places I always feel like I'm the odd one out.

"I don't know. Clothes." I unhelpfully suggested, delicately placing another daisy in Harry's curls.

"Nah, I was going to go naked." Harry replies sarcastically as he pulls the single daisy I had just put in out. 

I couldn't help but laugh at his sarcasm. Harry's confidence about his body astounded me, but I'm not sure if even he would feel comfortable with going out to dinner in his birthday suit.

"You'd like that wouldn't you." He teased, an eyelid dropping down in a cheeky wink.

Heat flushed across my cheeks, Harry's dirty comment catching me a little off guard. His dirty mouth and caused me to blush to appear on my face, he could be such a boy. A smirk appeared across Harry's pink lips my embarrassed silence somewhat of an amusement to him.

"No." I say quickly. "Shut up."

Harry laughed, raising his large hand up to the back of my neck. I smiled as his fingertips lightly dug into my nape encouraging my face down towards his. I complied, leaning down to his full lips giving him a simple peck

Harry smiled as he rose his head from my lap and pushed himself up onto his feet. I watched as he ruffled his curls, making sure that there were no more flowers tangled in his curly locks. Satisfied my decorations had been removed, he extended a large hand out towards me to aid me standing up. Gratefully I accepted his offer hand, my smaller hand gripping his larger one as he effortlessly pulled me up into standing position.

"You're mum gets back at six, right?" Harry checked as we headed back towards the house.

"Yeah, it's almost five now so we should probably head back to my place." I confirm, replacing my phone in the back pocket of my shorts where I had removed it to check the time.

"Okay." Harry nodded in agreement. "I'll just grab some other clothes and we can go."

"Why, you look fine to me." I smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

He shook his head, stopping for a minute. Confused I halted, turning back to see what he was doing.

"I've got grass stains on the back of my shirt." He announced, showing me his back.

Harry was right, little blotches of green were randomly scattered over the back of his shirt where the grass had made contact with the white fabric. 

"Yeah, you do." I laugh in agreement. I wonder what the manager from the store would say about his appearance now when she thought he was scruffy without being covered in grass stains.

"Where are we going anyway?" He asked, turning back to face me.

"I don't know, but Mum's notorious for picking expensive restaurants." I reply as we step back inside the house. 

I waited for Harry to close the backdoor. He made sure it was locked behind us before returning to my side.

"I'm not wearing a suit just so you know." Harry declared.

"You don't have to." 

I had never expected him to wear a suit. Although I did find the idea of him wearing one rather intriguing i didn't actually want him to wear one whether he wanted to or not. If he wore a suit and mum decided to take us to some really expensive place, standing next to him and my mother who would be dressed perfectly for the occasion I would feel like some homeless person.

My fingers intwined with Harry's as we ascended the stairs towards his bedroom. My heart fluttered as I stepped inside his room. The last time we were in here together we had been making love. We seemed to be on the same wavelength, a smile graced his face as he turned to meet my eyes. Harry's hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up slightly before his mouth met mine in a sweet kiss. 

His forehead rested against mine as our lips drew slightly apart. His warm breath mingled with mine as we both remembered the heated events that top place here.

"I can't wait to make love to you again." Harry smiled at me, his green eyes full of lust.

"Not now, we have to go." I blushed, pressing my hand flat against his chest increasing the distance between us. 

Harry chuckled, his hand catching my wrist before I could withdraw it from his chest. Pulling me back towards him, he encircled me in his strong arms. His head dipped down slightly, full lips pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"You're so cute." He whispered.

I buried my face in Harry's neck so the blush on my cheeks was hidden from his sight. He always knows the perfect words to make my face tingle pink. 

Harry's arms remained wrapped protectively around my body for a few minutes, the only noise audible was the sound of his steady breathing as he held me in his tight embrace. My hands pushed lightly at his muscular chest, we needed to go, cuddling could wait until later.

"Harry, we should probably leave." I suggested.

His arms fell from around my body, the, his warmth leaving me as he moved across the room to his drawers. I watched as he grabbed a few items of clothing, stuffing them in a bag that I noticed was mine. It was the bag I had forgotten I'd left here when I had followed Harry to that party.

"Okay, lets go." Harry commanded.


*


It didn't take us long to drive back to my place. It had only just gone five when we arrived, giving us an hour to get ready before mum came home. 

My fingers fumbled with the keys, trying to turn them in the lock. The door seemed to be a little jammed though and refused to open.

"Can you go any slower?" Harry's tone was slightly annoyed, he was beginning to grow impatient.

"The doors stuck." I spoke in my defence, twisting the handle as I tried to push the door open.

A shriek of surprise escaped my lips as Harry's foot slammed into the wooden door with a loud thud. His forceful actions caused the door to fly open banging against the wall inside. 

"It's not stuck anymore." He smiled smugly, stepping inside the hall. 

I followed him silently inside, slightly stunned by his violent actions inflicted on my door. Harry closed the door behind me, handing my keys back which had still been in the door when it flew open.

"MI6 much." I ran a hand through my hair relieved the door handle hand put created hole when it impacted the wall. 

"The names Styles, Harry styles." He winked before walking upstairs and disappeared into my room.

Rolling my eyes, I kicked my shoes off before following 007 upstairs. When I entered the room he was in the middle of removing his grass stained shirt. As the material was pulled up over his head, more smooth tanned skin on his muscular back was revealed. My eyes widened a little when I noticed the scratches covering his back.

There was no doubt that I had been the one who caused the marks on his back during our intimate embrace a couple of days ago. Knowing I was the one who had created them brought a smile to my face, one in which didn't go unnoticed by Harry.

"What are you smiling about." He asked with a smirk.

I moved towards him, hands pressing against his firm chest as his hands caught hold of my hips. My fingertips traced over Harry's predominant collarbones, his skin warm beneath my touch. 

"What do you think I'm smiling about." I giggled, tapping him on the nose with my index finger.

Harry pretended to think for a moment, his eyes turning up towards the ceiling as if he were actually in deep thought. When his eyes met mine again the were were glistening with mischief.

"I don't know maybe the incredibly sexy guy standing in front of you." He grinned cheekily.

"Don't flatter yourself, Styles." I pushed him playfully.

It wasn't very hard, but Harry decided to make a dramatic fall back onto the bed. I giggled at his silly actions, he was such an idiot. He smiled up at me from where he lay, dark curls flopping against my white pillows. He looked genuinely happy, the cute little indents on either of his cheeks popping out as he grinned like a fool up at me. Harry really was a beautiful guy, inside and out, knowing I was the reason for his smile warmed my heart. 

I hopped onto the bed, climbing on top of him, knees either side of his waist. Harry's eyes fluttered close when my fingers went up to his forehead, brushing his dark curls out of his face.

My hand fell over the left side of his chest, the steady thudding of his heart immediately picked up with my touch. Harry hummed in appreciation of the delicate touch of my fingers over his drumming heart. I was still amazed by the fact that I was the only one that could make Harry's heart rate increase with only the slightest touch of my hand. No other girl had been able to experience this adorable side of Harry, I was the only girl who had seen past his dark demeanour and discovered the sweet, playful guy hidden within his built up brick walls. This was the guy I had been who had scared me shitless when I first met him, but now Harry was the guy I had come to love.

His hands gripped mine, snapping me out of my thoughts as he tugged me down to him, our noses touching lightly. 

"You're the only reason my heart has to beat." Harry whispered.

Mine fluttered within my chest, my mouth desperately pressing a forceful kiss to the soft pink of his lips. To most people his words would sound cheesy, but he meant them quite literally. Harry had almost been completely swallowed up by the abyss of darkness within him. And quite frankly I'm surprised he managed to keep himself alive. The way he threw himself into dangerous situations without a second thought proves that before I met him he had no care for life and welcomed death with open arms. 

My hair fell around us, concealing the increasingly passionate action. Harry's fingers slipped under my shirt causing a small giggle to be released in a breath between us. My head turned away slightly, breaking our contact before he grunted in annoyance, cupping my chin and continuing the heated movement of seductive lips. 

"Nat?" Harry questioned.

I pecked his pink mouth one last time. Harry's eyebrows furrowed in a frown as he intently watched me shuffle down the length of his body. My lips pressed a kiss to the small trail of hair that disappeared into the boxers that were visible above his low hung jeans. My nose ran along the band of his underwear as my fingers fumbled with his belt. I pried it open, popping the button on his jeans before tugging them open. With Harry's help I was able to pull them down his long legs. I had a feeling my curly haired lover knew exactly what I was doing, giving me a small smile to reassure my nervous gaze.

I gently caught hold of the black band to his boxers, stretching them away from his warm skin before cautiously slipping my hand in. I watched his full lips part, pretty green eyes locked on mine. My fingers gently curled around his penis, releasing it from the tight confines of the dark fabric. Harry's eyelids had fluttered closed, his body tensing. His underwear bunched up underneath him before I shimmied the elastic down a little further. 

A small gasp escaped my lips as I witnessed the twitch of the increasingly hard length resting on Harry's naked toned stomach muscles. My fingers traced up and down, coaxing soft sounds from Harry's plump pink lips as he allowed me to express my curiosity. I watched in awe as blood rushed to his crotch, twitching again as I lightly teased the base with my warm tongue. The length becoming thicker harder, heavier. My thumb slowly brushed over the head, Harry's hips shifting.

My mind quickly ticked as I tried to remember from my little experience of what Harry desired, how he liked to be touched. I cupped his balls in my palm gently squeezing as I went in search for the sensitive spot I recalled from last time. Moments later Harry released a throaty groan from the back of his throat. The sound brought a smile to my lips as I carefully pressed my fingertips into the area again. My other hand was occupied in providing light touches to the pink head of Harry's throbbing erection. I had never seen him so restless, unable to string together a covert sentence.His hands curled around the material of my duvet cover in tight fists at his sides. I was startled by Harry's rough, laboured voice as it rang out around the room.

"Don't tease me." He harshly spoke.

If Harry had talked to me in that way when we first met I would have been terrified, his tone threatening. But gazing at him now, sprawled out at my mercy, the sight brought I smile to my lip. I was the one in control. And I liked it.

"Natalie."

He was desperate. His hips raising up of the bed slightly. I released him, the expanse of my hand a pressing to his v lines, forcing him back down against the mattress. Harry looked angry, his jaw tensing in frustration as I denied him. He shifted under me, my fingers catching his wrist before he could take matters into his own hands. 

"No." I scolded.

He sat up slightly, propping himself up on his elbows. Harry's eyes grew darker, pupils swimming in a seductive lust as he gazed up at me. His chest rose and fell rapidly, but he remained quiet.

"Good boy."

My praise made him grin. My knees were placed either side of his right leg as I lowered my bed to become level to his right hip. I placed my palms on either side on the soft skin of his cutting v lines, watching as the muscles tense as I puffed warm breath onto the area I had exposed. I anxious glanced up once more at Harry who was impatiently waiting before swiping a bold stripe up the length of his erection wit my tongue.

I gave Harry no time to adapt, taking him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking. Harry let out a strangled cry, accompanied by breathy pants. A shaky hand travelled down to brush my hair to one side allowing him to witness my lips wrapped around him. Hips involuntarily bucked, stimulated by the image. I accepted the curse word that slipped from his lips as an apology, his clammy hand resting over mine that was pressed down on his hip. Harry intwined our fingers, squeezing every now and then, giving me the confidence I needed to carry on.

I felt Harry's thigh tense beneath as I guided his hand to my hair, allowing him to tangle his fingers between my waved. He seemed a little apprehensive though, remembering the bruises he had unintentionally left on my waist out las sexual encounter. I looked up, my eyes locking with his.

"It's okay." I spoke quietly 

I wanted him to know he didn't have to treat me so delicately. But I did appreciate that he knew not to be too rough with me.

The palm of my left hand pressed to his lower abdomen, his muscles clenching becoming taut. His hand gently pushed me further down, Harry's taste overwhelming my senses. The erotic nature of our positions was beginning to hear my core. My lips popped Harry from the warmth of my mouth, his whimper echoing as I ground my crotch down on his thigh. I think he was a little surprised, groaning in encouragement as I used Harry's body to my advantage, reliving my pent up frustrations. His tip entered the wet warmth he desperately craved, struggling to breathe as he lifted his thigh a little higher, displaying his desire for me to continue the movement of my hips.

Harry fell back flat against the mattress, swearing between raspy gasps. I winced slightly as his fingers tightened in my hair, a result of an attempt to take him a little deeper. I responded by raking my nails across his stomach, adding to the collection on his back. A pained moan vibrated as Harry desperately tugged at my hair forcing me to draw back.

"Nat, I'm gonna come." Harry throatily spoke.

His tone was hard and laboured, my hand replacing my mouth as I pumped his throbbing length. My left hand encouraged Harry to release my hair tangle around his long fingers, knowing he would try and stop me from doing what I desired.

Once free, my mouth immediately engulfed him again. I brushed his hand away as he attempted to stop me. I wanted to taste Harry properly, and by the astonishment dancing in his eyes I knew my intentions were clear.

"Fuck."

His large hand desperately travelled down to hold mine as his hips involuntarily rose up off the bed. My eyes squeezed closed, Harry breathily calling my name as he released his orgasm in hot spurts into my mouth. I struggled to swallow, allowing Harry to ride out his peak, salty warmth trickling down my throat. It tasted the way I remembered it when I had taken droplets from Harry's fingertips between my lips. He slipped from my mouth, the length resting back on his stomach as I rubbed small circles into the underside of the head. The slow ooze signified he was spent; dripping onto his tight muscles as Harry's chest rapidly rose and fell.

"Baby." 

I ignored Harry's plea. My tongue flicked out to lick up the remnants of white substance on his stomach, attempting to clean him up. I licked my lips, taking any of the remaining substance on my lips into my mouth. Harry chuckled as I wriggled his boxers back up over his hips, snapping the band against his skin before I crawled back up his body, lying on top of his chest.

"Oh my god."he expressed quietly.

"You liked it?"

"I think that's a bit of an understatement."

He smiled, lips pressing against mine in a passionate kiss. My mouth left wet kisses along his jaw and down his neck whilst he took a moment to regain his breath. 

We both jumped out the sound at the front door slamming closed, signalling my mother had arrived home and neither us were ready.

"Shit." I swore.

Rolling away from Harry, I reluctantly got up off the bed, my smaller hand grasped Harry's larger one as I tugged him up off the bed after me. 

"Go take a shower." I nudged him in the direction of the bathroom.

A sweet kiss was stolen from my lips before his tall frame crossed the room into the bathroom. He didn't bother closing the bathroom door, giving me a view of his body as he casually dropped his boxers, eyelid dropping in a cheeky wink before he vanished into the steaming shower.

Averting my gaze from the bathroom, I shook my head, refocusing on the task that lay before me. Moving towards my closet, I pulled it open. Releasing a sigh, my fingers began to sift through the clothing hanging from the rack in search of something to wear. It took me a few minutes to find a few possible dress options, but I was going to need a second opinion. 

"Harry, I need your help choosing a dress." I called from beside my bed, four dresses clasped in my hands.

"I just got in the shower." He groaned in disapproval of me hurrying him along. 

"You've been in there for about fifteen minutes, you're clean enough." I argued.

"Fine, I'm coming." 

The sound of running water was ceased as Harry turned the shower off. His wet feet padded across the tile floor, collecting a fluffy white towel from the cupboard he wrapped it round his waist. I watched as Harry shook his damp curls out, ridding them of a few drops of water before he stepped back into the bedroom.

He moved across the room, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.



 

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