Can't Remember To Forget You (Harry Styles)

There's one person that can see right through the façade Chloe Hayes puts on after her life is turned around, and it's none other than her soon-to-be step brother, Harry Styles.


12. ~Chapter Ten~

Harry didn’t want me hooking up with Christian?

What the hell! I mean, at some level I had to have noticed that Harry has feelings for me… but enough to go far as making sure I don’t hook up with anyone? I don’t know what to feel right now… Happy, angry, confused?

I settle on anger. I told him we couldn’t take it any further than friendship and he agreed. That doesn’t give him the right to dictate who or who I don’t hook up with. I understand why he would feel the need to do what he did if he truly has feelings for me because I feel the same damn way every night he brings over one of his sluts! But I don’t do anything about it—it’s his life, and I have no say in what he does… even if I wish I did.

Sitting here in my room isn’t going to solve anything; I know I need to go and talk to Harry at some point in time. We need to figure this shit out before my head explodes, because this back and forth is slowly eating me away. I finally get off my bed and go to the bathroom to collect myself. I splash cold water on my face and prepare myself to finally figure out whatever is going between Harry and I.

I almost psych myself out of confronting Harry when I get to his bedroom door, but then I hear something that makes my heart race even more than it already was…

Yes, Chloe… Fuck yes baby.”

I press my ear against the wooden door to confirm my assumption, and my stomach tingles with pure female satisfaction when Harry groans my name again.

I push open the door with a newfound confidence, and find exactly what I had expected—Harry laying on his bed with his jeans at his ankles, his eyes clenched shut as his hand works himself. As soon as he sees me, he curses under his breath and pulls his pants up.

“What the fuck, Chloe! Does it kill you to knock?” He yells angrily.

I’m still shocked at what I found, but I’ve come to realize exactly what I’ve wanted to know all along. I know what needs to happen now, and I’m not pushing him away this time.

“You said I didn’t have to knock.” I remind him of what he told me just last week.

He stands up and motions for me to leave as he stands by the door. “Get out.”

“What were you doing, Harry?” I know damn well what he was doing, but I want to hear him say it.

His head drops back so he’s looking at the ceiling. “Nothing.”


His hands grip in his hair and he sighs at the ceiling before looking directly at me. “You know what I was doing.”

“Why were you doing it?”

“Fuck Chloe! Isn’t it obvious! Because…” He stops himself and looks away from me. “Because I want you Chloe. Because I’ve wanted you.”

After his confession, I’m speechless. Everything I had planned to say in my had disappeared, and all I can think of is how much I want him. How much I hate myself for trying to deny these feelings I have for him when he obviously feels the same why. I realized I didn’t want Hayden to kiss me, and I wasn’t going to hook up with Christian because I wanted it to be Harry that I kissed.

We stand there looking at each other for God knows how long before I finally step closer to him. “I’ve wanted you too.” I whisper.

I barely register his sharp intake of breath before my mouth is on his and my legs are wrapped around his waist.

I moan into his mouth when he carries me over to his bed and drops me on the blankets. I pull his body closer until our hips are cradling each other. It was impossible to miss the evidence of his arousal pushing against me and my body ignited in response.

"Do you know how much I want you? How much I want to feel myself inside of you, how much I want to taste you?”

I looked up at him wordlessly, unable to form a response.

Harry smiled slowly, bringing his head down further so that his lips were barely touching mine. I eagerly deepened the kiss, opening my mouth and welcoming his tongue against mine.

Harry groaned and held me even closer, pulling my hair out of its ponytail and running his hands through my hair. I eagerly tangled my hands in his hair, urging him closer, begging him to kiss me harder and welcoming the force of his mouth on mine. I had never felt this kind of passion before in my life and it felt exhilarating. I had lost my virginity to Grant (all the more reason to have my heart broken when he dumped me), but there’s no denying that the feelings I’m having right now are ten times what I felt with him. Harry makes me feel so much more in every way.

Harry broke his mouth free, breathing harshly and desire tightening his face. I whimpered in protest at the loss of contact, but Harry just gently brushed my cheek with the back of his hand. My heart tightened at his sweet gesture; I knew he didn’t just want me in bed, I knew this was something more.

"Are you sure, Chlo? I don't want you to regret this. We can go slower.”

I shook my head. "I want this just as much as you do.”

Harry smiled lightly. "That's a relief. If I stopped now, I'd probably have to take a cold shower for days. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this… needed this. I’m sick of fucking my hand imagining it’s you, I need the real thing.”

I smiled up at him. Despite his choice of words, I was excited that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

I pulled his head closer to mine and kissed him deeply. This time I was the one that invaded his mouth with my tongue, stroking his eagerly and arching my body up against him.

Harry made a sound of approval in his throat as he seemed to release the reign on his control, matching me stroke for stroke with his tongue. His hand went underneath my shirt and bra, cupping my breast and stroking my hard nipple with his thumb. I whimpered and arched against his hand, not wanting the sensation to stop.

"I need to see you," Harry muttered and he grabbed the edge of my shirt and pulled it over my head, releasing my breasts. He drank me in greedily and then leaned down to lick one of my painfully hard nipples.

"Oh God," I moaned. "Please.”

"You're so fucking beautiful.”

I was helpless against his words and mouth as he leaned down and caught one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard; I felt like I was going to come then and there.

I reached down and started pulling up his shirt, wanting to see him and feel his chest against me with no clothes. Harry propped himself up and pulled his shirt over his head and then leaned back down to kiss me. The sensation of his bare chest against my sensitized nipples was almost too much to handle as I kissed him back, running my hands down his muscular back.

"I need to see all of you," Harry muttered against my mouth. He kissed his way down my body, running his tongue down my stomach until he met the top of my shorts. He slowly slipped the denim shorts and panties down my legs.

I was too aroused to feel any nervousness about baring myself to Harry. All I could think about was how much I wanted him inside of me. "So beautiful."
My insides clenched as warmth flooded between my legs at his words. Harry leaned down and started kissing my thighs, working closer and closer to my wetness until I thought I would scream with desire. When he gently stroked my swollen lips with a finger, I had to bite my lip to stop from begging him to take me.

"So wet," he whispered as he looked up at me. "You're dripping wet for me baby.”

My insides went crazy while watching him lower his head with his eyes still locked on mine. When I felt his tongue lick my wetness, I cried out shamelessly. "So sweet," he muttered as he drew my swollen clit into his mouth, sucking hard. My hips shot off the bed as he kept his mouth on me, sucking until I felt like I could take no more. Until I felt him slip a finger inside of me. "So tight and wet for me.”

I sobbed, throwing my head back and forth on the pillow. "Please. I need you inside of me.”

I heard a zipper and the crinkle of a foil packet and then Harry was hovering over me, the muscles in his arms straining as he supported himself above me.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you," he said through clenched teeth as I felt the head of his arousal entering me. I arched my hips off the bed, eager to have him inside me. My movement caused part of him to slide into me and I reveled at how tightly he stretched me even without entering me fully.

"Fuck," Harry hissed as he held himself still. He tried to smile at me, but I could see the effort it was taking for him not to move. "Careful baby or this is going to be over before it's begun.”

"I don't care," I said, my need making me bold. "Please. Fuck me.”

Harry grinned, looking wild as he slid deeper into me. "You got it.”

I cried out in sweet agony as he pounded into me, the fullness of him stretching me to the point of pain. But I didn't care. All I cared about was him slamming into me, driving the pleasure inside of me higher and more intense until I couldn't take it anymore. When he reached down and flicked my clit as he continued thrusting into me, I moaned as I felt waves of my orgasm rippling across my body.

I looked up at Harry to see his jaw was clenched and his eyes were dark as he continued to thrust into me. I reached up and caressed his jaw and that seemed to be his undoing.

“Christ, Chloe," he groaned as he shuddered, his arousal pumping inside of me as he found his release. It was a beautiful sight and I thought I would never forget what he looked like losing himself in me.

Harry collapsed on the bed and rolled over next to me, pulling me with him so that I was half on top of him. He looked exhausted as he fought to catch his breath, his eyes closed.

I fought to catch my own breath as well. I tried telling myself that this was a bad idea, but all I could think of was how amazing what we had just shared was. It was everything and more.

My hazed mind eventually cleared up once my orgasm ran completely through me, and that’s when I began to panic. Harry still doesn’t know everything about me and I hardly know him. Sure, we’ve spent the last few weeks hanging out, but I still hardly know him. He’s just as closed off as I am, and since I knew what it was like, I never pushed him to tell me anything. Now I’m wishing I had, because for all I know, he’ll continue to be amazing for a year or so, and then dump me for no good reason like Grant had.

“Harry—“ I don’t know exactly what I was going to say, but I knew I needed to say something, to tell him what I was feeling. My damn emotions got in the way though, and like the girl I am, I cried.

Harry held me closer to him and moved to pull the blanket from the edge of the bed over our naked bodies. “What’s wrong, baby?” He whispered and kissed my forehead. “Did I hurt you?”

His genuine concern made this so much harder. “I can’t do this Harry, I’m sorry.” I moved to get up, but he gently grabbed my waist so I wasn’t able to. He held my back against his chest as I cried into my hands. “What is this to you, Harry?”

He sighed and took a second before answering. “I don’t know Chloe, but I know we can’t keep hiding our feeling for each other. Whatever you’ll give me, I’ll take. I need you.”

His response made me fall deeper for this guy that I hardly knew. “I don’t want to get hurt again. I can’t go through what I did with Grant, not again.” I don’t know why I finally mentioned my ex-boyfriend, but it felt good to get it out in the open.

“Who is Grant, baby? What’d he do?”

“He broke my heart.” I cried. After what felt like hours of silence, I finally turned to look at Harry who’s jaw was clenched. His actions contradicted his words as his thumb brushed over my cheekbone in a gentle caress.

“I’ll never hurt you, Chloe. I don’t know what he did, but it won’t happen again. Just let this happen, you know we can’t keep up that friendship shit. It was always more than that."

“How do I know that you’re not just going to go sleep with one of your girls? How do I know that this right now isn’t just another of your one night stands? I can’t be that girl Harry. I need more than that.” I came off much harsher than I had meant, but I needed to be honest with him if this was really going to go any further.

He winced at my comment before pulling my head to his chest to hug me close. “I’m done with that Chloe. They meant nothing, I only want you. You’re all I need baby.”

“I hate that you’ve been with so many girls…” I admit quietly.

Harry sighs heavily but continue to rub my back. “It was always you Chloe. I only saw you in them. I wanted them to be you.”

It still hurts,but his admission lessens the blow. “Still Harry… this is wrong… we’re going to be step-siblings.” Even if we had a chance at this, the principle of it is still wrong. “We live in the same house… we’re across the hall from each other. My dad and your mom would never let us…”

“Then we don’t tell them.” He says that like it’s easy.

“Harry…” Lying to our parents… I don’t know if I could do that.

“I’m sick of fighting this Chlo. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to realize that I want you as much as you want me. I need you, and now that I’ve had you, I’m not letting go.”

He's right. Now that we've taken this step, there's no way I can turn back. “Okay.” I surprise myself by saying.

I feel him tense under me so I look up at his face. “Okay?” His eyebrows bunch together in question.

“Okay.” I nod and a smile creeps on my face at weight that’s suddenly been lifted off of my shoulders. I can’t deny it anymore.

“Chloe,” He smiles before rolling over so he’s hovering above me. “I’ll make you happy, all right? It’s time we stop fighting this.”

I nod again and giggle when he kisses from my jaw to the ticklish spot behind my ear. I have no idea what to expect, but it feels good to finally do what I want for once. It’s time I let go of the past and be happy.

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