Naughty & Nice || Niall & Harry AU

She is sleeping with both of them so she can be both halves of who she really is – Naughty & Nice. “Tell me to leave you alone. Tell me that you don’t want this,” Harry breathed against her lips. She inhaled sharply, but couldn’t find her voice. Her eyes stared relentlessly into his. She should have been pushing him away. She should have known better. Niall’s face should have been in her mind in that moment, but it wasn’t. It was just Harry. She couldn’t see passed the man standing in front of her, coaxing her to let her guard down – to let her naughty side come out and play.


7. Seven.

Savannah couldn’t even describe the way she felt when they arrived at Niall and Harry’s parent’s home. It was a mix between excitement, terror and self-doubt. Would she make a good impression? Would Niall’s family like her? Would they be happy with who their son chose to spend his life with? But the biggest thing on her mind was, would Harry behave while they were in the same house together for a week? Her biggest fear was having everything with Harry come out during their time with the family.

“Niall! My baby!” His mom shrieked, wrapping her arms around Niall.

“Hi, Mum,” Niall said, hugging her lightly.

“How is your collarbone? I still can’t believe you got into a car accident! I was so terrified when Harry called me!” She told him.

“It’s doing better. I just got my sling off right before we came,” Niall told her.

“Oh, thank god. I hate that my baby was broken,” she said in her thick Irish accent, kissing his cheek repeatedly.

“Niall. Good to see you,” Harry’s father said, shaking his hand, but then abandoning the formalities and pulling him in for a hug.

Niall hadn’t seen them in months. Savannah could tell it was especially hard on his mother with him living on the other side of the world from them.

“I am just so happy to have all my children under one roof again!” His mother clapped excited.

Savannah knew Harry was lurking around the house somewhere because he flew in the day before. She hadn’t seen him in weeks and she was incredibly nervous to be around him again. She knew she lacked a significant amount of self-control when it came to him and she prayed she could keep herself firmly together while they were there. She needed to. She needed to for Niall – for their relationship.

“Mum, Des. I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Savannah,” Niall said, grabbing onto her hand and pulling her to his side.

“Oh my goodness. Where are my manners? Hello, love. I’m Niall’s mum, Maura,” she said, hugging Savannah quickly with a welcoming smile plastered across her face. Her Irish accent was even thicker than her son’s and it made Savannah smile.

“It’s very nice to meet you. Your home… it’s amazing,” she said, looking around at the massive foyer. Savannah could tell Maura took much pride in her home by the way that it was so immaculately decorated.

“Thank you so much,” she beamed.

“Des,” Niall said, smiling at his step-father.

“Don’t worry. I was going to say ‘hi’. I was giving the girl a minute to greet your mother,” he chuckled at Niall. And for some reason it was weird for Savannah to hear his British accent. She knew he was British, but it was weird for her in the moment.

“Hi, Mr. Styles,” Savannah smiled, giving the robust, carefree man a quick hug.

“Nice to meet you, Savannah. Welcome,” he said, giving her a discreet kiss on the cheek as they ended the embrace.

When Savannah took a step back from Mr. Styles, her eyes found Harry’s behind him. He was standing a cautious distance away from all of them, leaning against the staircase. Their eyes locked on one another and Savannah felt like she was being ambushed by him already and he wasn’t even doing or saying anything. She just knew it was ultimately a bad idea to be under the same roof as him again, but there was nothing she could do about it without arousing suspicions.

“Harry, have you met Savannah?” Maura asked, looking at her step-son.

“Oh, yes. We’ve met,” Harry said, cocking his eyebrow at Savannah as he stepped away from the railing he was leaning against, walking toward the group. Savannah wasn’t breathing, because she couldn’t breathe. It was all too close for comfort.

“Harry’s staying at my flat right now. Remember, Mum?” Niall smiled, oblivious to the conversation that she and Harry were having with their eyes.

“Oh, that’s right. I remember. And Savannah you had to stay there as well?” Maura asked.

“Hmm, what?” She asked, breaking her eye contact with Harry at the mentioning of her name.

“You stayed at Niall’s with him and Harry?” She asked.

“Oh, yeah. About a month or so ago,” she said, nodding, trying her damndest to keep her eyes from Harry’s again.

“Nice to see you again, Savannah,” Harry said, wrapping her in a hug.

Savannah really couldn’t breathe. Not with his cologne and sheer presence choking her. Harry didn’t let the hug linger. He knew what he was doing. He wasn’t about to compromise their little situation by being too forward with his step-brother’s girlfriend. No, she could see it in his eyes that he wanted to keep everything a secret – a dirty little arousing secret. His eyes told her it wasn’t over between them.

Niall’s older brother Greg, his beautiful wife, Denise showed up just before dinner. And Harry’s older sister Gemma showed up as they were eating. Savannah was so happy to finally meet everyone after hearing so much about them from Niall. Unlike Niall’s stories of Harry, the ones of Greg and Gemma were light-hearted and warm. Savannah fell in love with Niall’s entire family the moment she met them and she hoped she made quite an impression on them as well.

They had a simple dinner, and the family asked Savannah many questions, trying to get to know her. All but one family member – Harry. He sat silently, watching her from across the table as she laughed and talked with his relatives. She tried to pretend the best she could that Harry wasn’t there, but it was challenging. His eyes were fixated on her and it was completely distracting.

Later that evening, Gemma insisted the family watch A Christmas Carol – which was a Styles family tradition. It was an endearing tale Savannah loved too. She enjoyed that she got to be a part of their family’s Christmas tradition with them.

Toward the end of the movie, Savannah excused herself to use the restroom, giving Niall a kiss on the cheek before she got up from the couch. Her eyes met Harry’s briefly before she cautiously looked away, even though she could still feel his eyes watching her as she left the den.

Walking up the stairs, she found the first bathroom she could and went in. It felt good to get out from under Harry’s watchful gaze. If only for a moment. She took a deep breath before she took care of her business. As she was washing her hands, she heard a light knock on the door. Expecting it to be Niall, she opened it. But it wasn’t. Harry pushed in, shutting the door behind him.

“Harry, what are you doing?” Savannah shrieked in a hushed tone.

Shhh,” he said, quieting her as he moved mere inches from her.

“No. No. No. I can’t do this,” she growled quietly, pressing her hands to his chest. But she wasn’t pushing him away and she didn’t know why.

“Savannah, we both know you want to,” Harry cooed, holding onto her hips, pressing his own into her.

“Harry…” She breathed, watching his lips instead of his eyes. She wasn’t sure which one would be worse. It probably would have been better if she just closed her eyes and not looked at either.

“I saw it in the way you looked at me tonight. Van, you don’t have to fight it,” Harry said, trying his best to reassure her. 

With every word he said, with every caress of his fingers on her hips, she could feel her walls crumbling. Harry felt it too, because seconds later, he had her up against the wall, crashing his lips against hers. It felt incredible. She missed Harry’s assertiveness, his boldness – the way he just took charge. She could feel her body start to press back into his as the kiss deepened, feeling the hunger. Harry’s hands explored her body freely. Every touch sent an electrical charge through her.

She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. She could only feel. Harry’s hands were steady and strong, gripping hard against her hips, moving softly up her back, and then up to her breasts, teasing every nerve they touched. His lips were delicate and rough at the same time, kissing her own before making his way down her neck. She stifled a moan, knowing even if Harry wanted her to be vocal she couldn’t, because his whole family was in the same house. Harry’s hands were greedily taking fistfuls of her breasts, working his mouth on her collar bone as she panted as softly as she could, given the circumstances.

“You’re so beautiful,” Harry moaned against her heated skin.

Her breathing hitched in her throat and her stomach clenched. What the hell did he say? In all the times she and Harry were together, they kept it as platonic and emotionless as possible. And now he was calling her ‘beautiful’? But before she could react, there was a soft knock at the door.

Both Savannah and Harry froze instantly, staring wide-eyed at each other. 

“Babe, are you in there?” She heard Niall’s voice through the door.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Savannah?” Niall called again.

“H-Hold on, Niall. I’ll be right out,” she called, pushing Harry away from her.

He stood frozen in the spot where he stumbled back to. Savannah moved swiftly over to the toilet and flushed it, then turned on the sink, so not only would it sound legit, but so that it would drown out their voices.

“You need to hide,” she told Harry as quietly as possible.

“Where the fuck am I going to hide?” He spoke hushed, but fast.

“Uh, the shower. Get in,” she said, ripping open the shower curtain as Harry clambered in.

Savannah swiftly closed it and then shut off the sink. She shut off the light to the bathroom before opening the door to Niall. He immediately smiled when he saw her.

“Uh, I wasn’t feeling so well,” she lied, holding her stomach to make it look authentic.

“Are you okay?” He asked as his brow furrowed.

“Oh, I’m feeling much better,” she said with a nod.

“Glad to hear,” Niall said before he placed a soft kiss on her lips.

Savannah edged him away from the bathroom door and down the hallway, praying he didn’t need to use the bathroom after her. Luckily he didn’t. She was in the clear.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” Niall said, grabbing her hand.

“Should I say good night to your family?” She asked. She didn’t want to be rude.

“Everyone else is headed to bed soon anyway. The movie is almost over. Come on,” Niall said, pulling her into his room.

“Niall, I am not sleeping in your room with you,” she told him firmly.

His mom had rules about unmarried couples sharing a room together. All of Savannah’s belongings were brought into the guest bedroom down the hall – next to Harry’s room. But Niall didn’t care. He shut his bedroom door behind them, moving her toward the bed.

“Who said we were going to sleep? All I said was ‘let’s go to bed’,” Niall said lustfully.

“Niall! No!” She giggled, swatting at him playfully.

“Come on, babe. It’s been so long,” he whined, kissing at her neck. It was true, they hadn’t really had the chance to have sex since Niall’s car accident. Now that he got his sling off his arm and was on the road to a full recovery, he was ready to get back to it.

“Seriously! We can’t have sex in your mother’s house,” she giggled as he nudged her onto her back on the bed. He was on top of her in seconds, his hands freely grazing her body.

“Yes, we can,” he replied with a devious smile. She giggled before he took her lips hostage.

He took his time peeling away every bit of her clothing so delicately. He savored every moment, making the experience incredibly agonizing. Her nerves were heightened excessively by Harry’s bathroom touches. And now to have Niall torturing her, was excruciatingly arousing.

She smiled a little bit and parted her legs, allowing Niall to fit between them. She intertwined her legs with his and slipped her arms up around his neck loosely. He softly pressed his hips against hers, grinding them together. Savannah quietly moaned, just for a moment though – having anyone from Niall’s family hearing her moaning would be mortifying.

She shifted her hips under his, pressing up against his growing erection. He moaned so quietly and leaned his head down, nuzzling his face against her chest and her hands tangled through his bleached blonde hair, gripping the strands between her fingers. Niall moved his hips in small, slow circles against hers, grinding them together again. Savannah arched her back and tugged his hair a bit harder than before, pressing her hips up a bit more.

Niall lifted his head off of her chest, pressing his lips to hers again, sliding his tongue along her lips before parting them and massaging her tongue to his. She continued tugging on his hair as they kissed, their hips still moving together. She trailed her other hand down his back, sliding her nails up it afterwards. He moaned into the kiss and deepened it a bit more, adding more pressure, grinding into her a bit harder.

Savannah whimpered into the kiss and moved her hands further down, reaching his bum, squeezing it firmly. He moaned outwardly, breaking the kiss before he dug his hips forcibly into her again, making her moan purposely.

“Oh, God, Niall. Just… just do it,” Savannah breathed, her eyes looking straight into his, her breathing completely erratic.

Niall grinned a bit and slyly slipped himself inside of her without another word. Savannah’s muscles immediately tightened around him as he pressed in as deeply as he could. Her eyes slid closed as she softly moaned, her brows furrowing with gratification. He began to move in and out of her slowly and she groaned as he worked up a steady pace, moving rhythmically in and out of her with each thrust.

Oh, Savannah,” Niall groaned in her ear, his entire body falling forward.

If she wasn’t holding onto his hips, he would have completely collapsed against her and the bed. Savannah gripped his hips harder and kept his upper body held up as he continued to thrust into her. She had to fight herself to not make any noise of any kind. And after being taught to be loud during sex with Harry, it was quite a feat.

Savannah could feel her stomach tightening as the heat deep within her began to spread through her, nearly consuming her with pleasure. Niall groaned her name again in her ear and she took a deep breath, trying to calm her, but failed miserably as her body started to tingle and her toes started to curl in.

She kissed the top of his shoulder and rested her forehead against it, breathing hotly against his flesh when she finally couldn’t hold back any longer. Niall seemed to be right on pace with her as well, because moments later he came long and hard into her as an incoherent moan broke the near silence. His body trembled above hers as he fought to keep himself going just a little while longer. But it didn’t take very long after for her to get to his level. With a low moan, Savannah came too, tightening her grip around him needing to be as close to him as possible.

Niall completely collapsed down against her, both of them out of breath. Savannah stayed buried underneath him, resting her head against his sweaty shoulder because she couldn’t seem to move. Not only because of Niall’s weight atop her, but because she was completely exhausted.

“I love you,” Niall breathed in her ear.

“I love you too, babe,” she whispered and meant it. She really did love him.

“I should really go to the guest bedroom,” she added, remembering where they were. Niall nodded as he rolled off of her, allowing her to get up. 

Savannah picked herself up off of his bed, gathering up her discarded clothing. Niall watched from his bed as she replaced each and every piece, trying her best to make herself look like she didn’t just have sex in her boyfriend’s parent’s house.

“Do I look presentable?” She asked Niall as he lay out naked on his bed.

“Do I?” He asked with a smirk.

“Niall, I’m being serious. I don’t want to look disheveled when I walk out of here,” she whined. It meant a lot to her that his family liked her.

“You’re walking down the hallway,” he laughed, rolling his eyes.

“I hate you right now,” she said, glaring at him playfully.

“Well, I love you,” he said with a smile as he sat up in his bed. Savannah pursed her lips at him as he got off the bed and walked to her. He quickly grabbed her in his arms and kissed her lips softly.

“You look beautiful,” Niall said, looking into her eyes sincerely.

There was that word again. ‘Beautiful’. It made her stomach clench as she thought about Harry saying the same thing to her not twenty minutes before.

“I’m going to bed,” Savannah told him finally.

“Alright, babe. Goodnight,” he said, kissing her again.

“’Night,” Savannah told him as she turned to head out of his room solo. Niall slapped her bum on the way out, causing her to yelp loudly.

“Niall!” Savannah giggled as he winked at her. 

When she finally left, she walked swiftly down the hallway toward the guest bedroom, hoping she wouldn’t run into anyone, especially Harry. Luckily, she made it without any confrontations. With the door shut behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief. Quickly, she discarded her clothing and replaced them with a tank top and panties, before crawling into bed. Without hesitation, she turned off the light and fell right to sleep. She was completely exhausted from jetlag.


“Van,” she heard a low voice, waking her up from her peaceful sleep.

“Hmm,” she breathed, not sure who it was or really what was happening at all.

Shh,” she heard them say. Van’s eyes focused through the dark room to see Harry kneeling in the bed with her.

“Harry! What are you doing in here?” Van said alarmed as she sat up quickly on her knees, clutching the blanket to her body. Which honestly was pointless because Harry had already seen her in more intimate situations than that, plenty of times before.

Shhhh. Jesus, Van. You’re going to wake the whole house,” Harry laughed, shushing her again.

“What time is it?” She asked, pulling the blankets further up her chest, feeling uncomfortable that he was there with her.

“A little after midnight,” he told her. She hadn’t been sleeping very long. He must have waited until everyone went to sleep before sneaking in her room.

“What are you doing in here?” Savannah asked again.

“I heard you with him,” he replied, but completely disregarded her question.

“He is my boyfriend,” she shot at him. Harry scoffed immediately, shaking his head.

“Don’t I make you feel better? I know you can’t get from him what I give to you,” Harry boasted, sounding way too cocky for her brain to even process. Who did he think he was?

“Harry…” Savannah said, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t I make you feel good, Van?” Harry whispered against her lips. It was truly getting out of hand, but even though she knew it was completely wrong, for some reason she found her body involuntarily inching closer to his. They were like attracting magnets being pulled together.

“You make me feel really good,” he breathed, his lips hovering close to hers. Her head nodded instinctively, her eyes locked onto his. 

Savannah felt his hands grip the hem of her tank top before pulling it over her head. She wasn’t even consciously aware that she let the blanket slip away from her body. Harry’s lips were on hers within seconds, moving slow and serene. It was very unlike what she was used to with him, but she didn’t stop him, because she liked it too much. He methodically advanced toward her, laying her down on the bed as his body hovered above hers. His fingers were tickling the skin on her sides, sending shockwaves up her spine. She’d never known Harry to be gentle. It was all brand new and she was sure that’s what snapped her out of her lust induced Stockholm syndrome.

“Harry… Harry…” Savannah said, placing her hands on his hips. He kissed down her neck slowly, ignoring her attempt to stop their foreplay. His lips moved leisurely to her chest – kissing, nipping, licking.

“Harry!” She said louder and he immediately froze, pulling up slightly to look down at her.

“What are we doing?” She asked him incredulously. Why was she doing this? Why was he doing this?

“What we always do,” he replied vaguely.

“Harry, I told you we can’t do this anymore,” Savannah said sternly.

“Van, just stop thinking. Just stop. Let me make you feel good. Let me…” Harry coaxed, talking sweetly to her, which was so different from how he usually spoke to her. 

She took a deep breath, unsure of how to think or feel. What was even happening? Why?

She found herself looking up into his eyes getting mesmerized by his long blinking eyelashes glowing in the moonlight. His eyes seemed so bright even in the dark.

“Van…” He whispered and it made goose bumps tingle all over her skin. It unnerved her a bit that he chose to call her Van. She liked it more than she’d ever admit out loud.

 Harry leaned in, meeting his mouth with hers again and she didn’t stop him. He kissed her deeply as he slowly slipped off her panties before continuing to kiss up and down her body, almost as if he was savoring each moment. It left Savannah feeling unsettled to say the least because each kiss he left on her body made her ache for him physically and emotionally.

When Harry finally entered her, it wasn’t the roughness he usually dominated with. It was slow and enchanting and Savannah didn’t know how to feel about it. 

“Harry…” She breathed, wanting to see his face. She wanted to know what he was thinking, why he was being so unlike himself. This felt more like cheating than any of the other times they fucked each other. 

When he looked up at her, the hardened mask he usually wore – the sexual façade he controlled with had vanished. There was no callousness, animosity, or lust. Instead it was replaced with adoration, attachment, and respect. It was a side of Harry she never saw before.

“Shh,” he hushed her before placing a kiss on her lips. Her heart was beating out of her chest and suddenly she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Her emotions were bombarding her relentlessly. She didn’t know how she felt about Harry, but she knew this was something new.

Harry’s rhythm was steady and perfect above her. The thing she was learning about Harry was that he was a sex professional. He knew what to do and how to do it, no matter how fast or slow he moved. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

Tears streaked down Savannah’s face as they continued and she prayed as hard as she could that Harry wouldn’t see them. And for a while, he didn’t. His face was positioned in the nape of her neck as he pushed in and out of her. But when his cheek grazed hers and he felt her tears, his body stilled, hovering above hers. 

“Van?” He whispered. Her heart was beating in her throat. How was she going to explain it?

“Yeah?” She asked quietly, her voice cracking with emotion.

“Are… are you crying?” He asked quietly. 

With his question, her tears sprung out faster than before, unwillingly. She broke down right in front of Harry, throwing her hands over her face, trying to shield herself so he couldn’t see her. She felt completely stupid. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Harry pulled out of her slowly and sat up next to her. 

“What’s going on, Savannah?” He asked, sounding concerned.

“I don’t know,” she cried, turning onto her side away from him.

“Van…” He sighed, pulling her body toward his, causing her to face him. She quickly wiped at her eyes, trying to compose herself. 

“Did I do something wrong?” Harry asked, sounding so incredibly vulnerable.

“No. That’s the problem!” Savannah said, sitting up abruptly. Harry looked completely taken aback.

“What do you mean?” He asked confused.

“You’re fucking with my head, Harry,” she said a little loudly.

“Savannah, I’m not,” he tried to tell her, but she wasn’t listening.

“You need to leave. You need to get out of here,” she said as she jumped out of bed, turning on the bed side lamp, illuminating the room in a hazy glow.

“Savannah…” Harry croaked, looking startled as he sat naked on his knees on the bed.

“I can’t do this. I told you I couldn’t do this, but still you came in here. You keep messing with my head and I can’t handle it,” she said as she began pacing the bedroom floor. Suddenly, Harry was standing in front of her, steadying her with his hands.

“You can’t handle it because you’re starting to feel something,” he told her boldly. Savannah’s breathing hitched and she felt like she was going to vomit.

“Harry…” She breathed, staring wide-eyed at him.

“Van…” He whispered, eyeing her diligently.

“I’m with Niall. Your brother,” she reminded him.

“And he means more to you than I do?” Harry asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Savannah hesitated and she don’t know why. She loved Niall and honestly, she didn’t know how she felt about Harry, but she knew she never loathed Niall like she loathed Harry. And in her logic, that had to mean something.

“Yes,” she replied after a beat too long. 

Harry’s face fell, along with his hands that were gripping her arms. Silently, he grabbed his pajama bottoms and replaced them on his body before slipping out of the guest bedroom, leaving Savannah to crawl into bed and breakdown.

What was she supposed to do when her hearts was in two places? Go with the safe bet.





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