Try Hard // h.s

Melanie had to get away from her disturbingy abusive home. Far away. When she runs away to the airport, flying to London, England, with no home to go to, she comes across a rather familiar looking passenger. Harry Styles. Will she finally have a place in London to stay? Will she fall in love with her new best friend?

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10. He's Flawless

I woke up in the middle of the night, and Harry was nowhere to be found.

I  slowly paniced. Louis was still awake. "Where's Harry?" I questioned.

He smiled, "Well good morning to you too, sunshine." He said to me. "Harry went to the store for a few things. He should back anytime now. In the meantime--"

He was cut off by the sound of the door opening. It was Harry. I immediately jumped off of the couch and hugged him. I had never been so happy in my life to see someone. Definitely not a guy. I was always scared that every guy that I passed would rape me, because that's the image that my father had placed into my head. A father is supposed to be a daughter's first love and the only guy that she could trust. He was a first love alright, just not mine, and I didn't trust him. He had made it nearly impossible for me to love anyone. I was scared that no one would ever treat me right, so I shut myself off from the world. But here I was, living with two people who loved me very much, and I trusted them both. I even trusted Liam, Niall, and Zayn, because they also loved me and cared for me.

Harry gently placed a kiss on my lips. His lips were so soft and his kiss was electrifying. I shivered in his arms.

"Are you alright," he asked.

I nodded my head. "Are you cold, then" He questioned, looking into my eyes.

I shook my head. "Only a little."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs to his room. His room was beautiful and clean. He had posters on the walls of bands from the 50's to the 80's, and a few of what seemed to be the band he was in. I recognized everyone immediately in the poster: him, Lou, Liam, Niall, and Zayn. He told me that they were all good mates, but not that they were in the band together.

He kept hold of my hand and led me to his bed; we both sat on the edge. "If I'm going to sleep in here, with you, I'm not wearing this." I said, looking down on my pajamas.

He looked at me, confused. "Then what will you wear?" he asked.

I smiled at him and walked into his bathroom. I took my pajamas off, so that I was left in only my bra and panties. I shivered at the cold air. Why was it so cold when It was in the middle of June? I walked back into his room, and his eyes immediately shot at me, staring down my body. "You do know that I sleep naked?" he said, not laughing, but instead showing off a very wicked smile.

"I do now," I said to him, giggling a bit.

I sat back down on the edge of his bed, and he stood up. I layed down in his bed as he stripped himself of his shoes and clothes, trying not to stare at his perfect body but I did. He was perfect, I couldn't even describe it. He was flawless. I stared his V-line and the tattoos that covered his body. I had sat up. Before I had even realized what I had done, he smiled at me, "You can touch it," he said.

"Huh?" I was confused. Touch what?

"My tattoos," his smile, bigger. "You can touch them. Any tattoo you want to touch, you can touch it."

I scanned his body once more. He had tattoos all over his arms, his chest, and his V-line. I couldn't decide on which tattoo to touch, so I touched them all. I stood up and ran my hands along his arms, moving to his chest and down to his V-line, stopping my hands on his waist. He quivered at the soft, gentle touch of my fingertips.

He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him. I could feel him hardening against my waist. He gently kissed my lips, and his tongue found its way to mine. His hands ran along my sides and down my back. My body tingled at his touch. He was turning me on and I had never been turned on by anyone.

He gently pulled away from our kiss, "If we ever have sex, it'll be when you're ready," he said, placing a strand of my hair behind my ear that had fallen in my face. The only time that I had sex was when I was raped. It hadn't happened in months and right now, I wanted Harry and he wanted me. No one had ever wanted me the way that Harry did. He was so sweet and nice to me. So gentle.

I kissed him again and whispered, "I am ready." I was smiling, my cheeks were flushed, and I was flustered. Of course I wanted him, tonight.

Harry's POV:

I couldn't believe that she was ready. I was surprised, but at the same, I was very happy. I love her. I want her. I need her.

Mel's POV:

His eyes widened and he smiled sweetly at me. He layed me back down on his bed, hovering over me. He kissed me softly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he placed one hand on my cheek. His hand moved from my cheek, slid underneath my back, unhooking my bra and throwing it onto the floor.

He kissed my neck, sucking. His lips began to move lower, leaving little love bites everywhere. His lips landed on my left breast, where he was kissing and sucking it, leaving it purple. He held my right breast in his hand, massaging it. I let out a soft moan and I could feel him smiling against me. His lips began to move to my waistline, leaving more love bites. He kissed my waistline and tugged at my panties, pulling them lower until he threw them onto the floor. His hands gripped my waist and he put his tongue inside me, making me moan softly. He took his tongue out and ran his thumb down my center, sticking two fingers inside me. My moan grew a bit louder. He took his fingers out and put his lips on mine again. His tongue found its way inside and ran along mine; I kissed him back the same way. He went inside me and I screamed like someone was hurting me. He pulled out and whispered, "Ssshhh, it's okay. It's only me." He kissed my lips again.

I was scared and happy at the same time. "Again," I begged. "Do it again. I won't scream this time, I promise."

He went inside me and I let out a very deep sounding moan. He thrust into me, soft at first, and began to thrust faster. My moans were loud, and when he thrust deeper, my moans almost sounded like screams.

I looked at the clock. 5:23am. We had been at this for three hours. I had never been loved in such a way.

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