Back For You (Harry Styles)

{BOOK 1- COMPLETE} Meet Amabel Walker, the girl who kept everyone else out, who put up walls to protect herself from another accident, like the one that caused her hideous scar on her neck. She’s bitter and doesn’t let anyone in, but that soon changes.

Now, meet Harry Styles. Worldwide boy band hottie. Slighly cocky, but charming and sweet when he needs to be. He’s caring, and wants to help Amabel get back to being her normal, carefree, silly and loving self. Can he get under her skin and make her come out of her dark shell?



39. Chapter 39

Chapter 39 


“So you really think I should do it?” I asked Sam two days later as we sat in Panera, talking over tea. I was wearing the necklace Harry got me, and I was touching it every now and then to make sure it was still there.

“Of course.” She cried. “You two are so in love it only seems right. Doing this would connect you guys in a whole new way. It would take your relationship to the next level.”

I crinkled my nose. “You think so?”

“Of course! I think you have waiting long enough. If you just met him I would say no way, but you guys are meant for each other. I know it would mean a lot to him.”

I raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Since when are you an expert on Harry?”

Sam shrugged. “Since Niall started telling me everything the boys say.”

“Seriously? Everything?” I asked, and she nodded. “Then spill!”   

“I can’t!” she cried. “Niall made me swear not to repeat it to anyone.”

“Fine.” I huffed and sat back in my chair.

“Geez, girl! Don’t get your panties in a wad! It’s nothing bad, trust me.” She giggled. I gave her a why-am-I-supposed-to-believe-you kind of look.

I shook my head. “So, have you and Niall…you know?” I was truly curious.

Sam licked her lips and blushed. “Well…”

“OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE, HAVEN’T YOU!” I cried, drawing many pairs of eyes over to us.

“Keep your voice down, would you?” She pulled her sweater tighter to her body. “It happened last month. It really meant a lot to me. It wasn’t my first time, but it felt like it. Niall was so gentle with me and it felt like we weren’t just fucking, we were making love. He’s the one for me, Amabel.”

I stared at her wide-eyed. “Wow. That’s so great, and I’m really happy for you…Congratulations I guess?”

She laughed. “Thanks.” She took her bottom lip between her teeth and looked around. “So are you going to do it?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Sam, I’m going to do it. I’m ready, and I trust Harry.”

“You go girl!” She said.


My phone buzzed the next afternoon as I was just coming home from the gym; Harry texted me. It said 'Come over tonight. The boys are coming, and bring Sam'. I smiled and told him I would come with Sam at 7. He replied with a smiley face. I rolled my eyes. That boy….

I dialed Sam’s number. “Hey! Harry invited us over tonight. Niall wants to see you.”

“Okay! I’ll pick you up and then we can head over. Cool?”

“Cool.” I said, and hung up.

It was 5:00. I had about an hour and a half before Sam would come and pick me up. I stripped out of my sweaty clothes. I noticed that now I don’t even notice my scar like I used to. Before, it felt like a neon sign that was constantly flashing and drawing attention to me. Anyways, I took a long, warm shower. I wrapped myself in a towel and opened my closet. There was this weird feeling in my stomach, almost like tonight would be the night. My cheeks flushed and a few seconds later, something caught my attention on the Weather Channel.

“A major snow storm —said to be the biggest one of the year— is reported to take action around 7:30 tonight and continue to about 4 in the morning. It would be safest to stay in one place and wait the storm out. Back to you, Lisa.”

I groaned. Well, I wasn’t going to miss seeing Harry and the rest of the boys. Just in case, I put on black lace underwear and a matching bra. If I was going to do this, it was going to be done right. Once I was dressed in my gray jeans and black top that hung over one shoulder, I began to put on makeup. I never went too crazy. I knew Harry liked the natural look, so that’s what I did. When I looked at my phone, the time was 6:30. I smeared lip gloss on myself and sprayed perfume over my body. My hair was pin-straight. Just as I was making my way downstairs, I heard Sam honk her horn. I pulled on my jacket and met her in her car.

The weather man was correct: this storm was going to be bad. It was already windy and snow was already piling high on the ground.

“Ready?” She asked and I nodded.


“We’re here!” Sam announced as we walked inside Harry’s place. He found me and lightly kissed my lips but placed a hand on my hip. Yep, it was happening tonight. 

“Glad you could make it!” Liam smiled, coming forward and hugging us, just like the rest of the boys did. 

“Can we do something?” Louis complained from the couch. He was watching Desperate Housewives.  

“I didn’t know you were into this, Lou…” I teased, and he rolled his blue eyes.

“Psh! It was this or The Secret Life of the American Teenager.”

I shrugged. “So what did you want to do?”

“TRUTH OR DARE!” Louis screamed. I jumped and covered my ears.

“Shit Louis, that hurt my ears. You know there is more than one game. Truth or Dare isn’t the only game in the world.” I complained.

Louis smirked. “I don’t care. Let’s play!”

“There is no changing your mind?” Zayn said, and Louis shook his head no. I groaned. Last time we played this Zayn asked about my scar and I ended up running away like a baby.

“Fine.” Harry said. We all sat in a circle in front of the TV. Louis turned it off because he couldn’t stand it anymore.    

“Me first!” Sam volunteered. “Louis: Truth or dare?”   

“Dare.” He glared at her mischievously.

“I dare you to….Kiss Zayn for 10 seconds!”

“WHAT?” Zayn cried and we all cracked up.

“Come on, Zayn it won’t be that bad.” Louis gave him a wink and crawled over. Then he pressed his lips to Zayn’s.

“Bow chicka wow wow!” Harry teased. Niall was on the floor laughing so hard no sound came out.

“Alright 10 second’s up!” Zayn said and pushed Louis back to his place. Both boys were laughing so I knew it wasn’t a big deal.

“Louis, your turn!” Liam said.

“Hmmm…” Louis looked around the circle. Please don’t pick me; please don’t pick me I thought. “Amabel."

“Shit.” I cursed under my breath.

“Truth or dare?”

“Umm, dare I guess?” I replied. I was scared; you would never know what Louis Tomlinson would make you do.

“Kiss the hottest person in the room for a minute.” He challenged, but was it really a challenge? Didn’t he know who I was going to kiss? I saw Louis jokingly pucker his lips, but I playfully slapped his cheek. Not hard.

This was the easiest —and best— dare ever. I turned to my left where Harry was sitting and I crashed my lips to his. Louis was just an idiot for thinking I would choose someone other than Harry.

Harry’s right hand held the back of my neck and I wrapped my arms around his. The kiss became really intense and for a few seconds I forgot there were people all around us. His tongue slid perfectly into my mouth, giving me the taste I was so addicted to.

Liam cleared his throat. “Time’s up.” But we didn’t care. Harry kissed me for a good 10 seconds more before he pulled away. My lips were pink and swollen from the kiss and I was breathing heavily through my mouth.

There was silence until Louis said: “You guys are disgusting” making everyone laugh. Sam hit up upside the head, for which I was grateful.

“Amabel, it’s your turn.” Liam said.

“Hmmm,” I hummed, “Niall.”

The Irish boy grinned like a mad man and screamed out, “TRUTH!”

I raised an eyebrow. And everyone thought Niall was the carefree one. “Well, if there was…”

“How good is Sam in bed?” Louis interrupted.

“Louis!” Harry scolded.

Louis held his hands up in surrender. “Hey! I was just wondering, and now he has to tell the truth!”

Niall was as red as a tomato. I had never seen him this embarrassed. “You don’t have to answer that Niall,” I told him. “Louis was just being a pervert.”

“Yeah! Why does everyone think I’m the perverted one?” Harry whined.

“Because I’m older and everyone else is normal.” Louis said calmly. I scoffed.

“Anyways, what I was going to ask was what is one food you cannot live without?” I smiled at Niall. 

His eyes widened. “You can’t do that to me.” He sounded horrified.

“I’m sorry, Nialler. It won’t happen  again!” I ran over and threw my arms around the shaking blond boy. People said he loved food but I had no idea how intense this love was.


“Thanks for coming over, guys. We’ll have to hang out again soon!” Harry called to everyone that was leaving.

Sam hugged me and whispered in my ear: “Good luck, tonight” before slipping a condom in my jean pocket. I blushed and thanked her; even though I was sure Harry had…what we needed.

When the door slammed signaling the last person had left, I sat down on the couch, my stomach doing flip flops. My palms became sweaty so I rubbed them on my jeans, hoping Harry didn’t notice. He came and sat down beside me and wrapped his arms around me. I rested my head on his shoulder and we just laid there for a while. But I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Harry. I’m ready.”

He stiffened. “What?”

I pulled away from him and sat up straight, looking him in the eye. “I’m ready. For it.”

His eyebrows came together. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my entire life.” As those words left my lips, I realized how true they were. I wanted to be connected with Harry in that way so badly. He wasn’t something I wanted, he was something I needed. Like food or water.

As a reply, Harry smashed his lips to mine. I kissed him back with so much passion, passion deep from the bottom of my heart. He stood up and I tightly wrapped my legs around his waist, never detaching our lips. His strong hands squeezed the bottom of my thighs as Harry pushed my back up against the wall in the hallway. I pulled away to catch my breath, our chests moving up and down. Our eyes locked and I stared deep into his green ones. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed.

I kissed him again, fisting his curls in my hands, pulling him closer to my body so there was no room between us. One of his large hands moved to cup my cheeks and hold the back of my neck as he made his way to the bedroom. While we were kissing, I got a nervous feeling in my stomach, but there was no way I was stopping this. Still, our lips were touching as he laid me on top of the duvet. I spread my legs so he was between them. I was going to protest when his lips left mine, but I could only moan as Harry began to suck and kiss at my neck. I knew he was being gentle for me, and for that I was extremely grateful.

This was taking too long. I sat up, pulled off my shirt, my fingers shaking as I nervously tried to unbutton my jeans. Harry obviously noticed and gave me a smile before helping me. Out of instinct, I covered myself with my arms. I was just laying there in front of Harry in my lace undergarments. His eyes swept my body and he took his pink bottom lip between his teeth as he continued to stare at my almost-naked figure.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. My cheeks flushed a dark pink, and then I kissed him quickly but roughly.

“Now you,” I said, and peeled off his shirt achingly slow. His eyes bore into mine as he stood up on the floor beside the bed and pulled off his jeans. I gasped when I saw what was just below his waist.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him on top of me again. He left kisses down my chest and wiggled his hands behind me and held the clasp to my bra. Before he removed it, he glanced up at me from under his eyelashes, asking if he could. I nodded, and he did so ever-so slowly. I gasped at being so exposed. The fact that Harry was studying every inch of my skin didn’t help my nerves.

“So soft,” he murmured, lightly brushing his lips over my skin.

“Harry,” I whimpered.

He didn’t answer; just continued to trail his lips down my torso. My breathing quickened, my chest rising and falling quickly. Sweat was forming on my skin, making the room rise about 10 degrees. This was so new to me, no one had touched me like this before. It was a good kind of new, and amazing feeling. When his lips reached my hips, Harry stopped and brought his face to mine again, pressing our lips together.

“No foreplay. I want this to be done right.” He whispered, and I nodded. Slowly, Harry removed his boxers. Like the baby I was, I covered my eyes and buried my face in the pillow. Way to ruin the moment. Harry took my wrists and peeled my hands away from my face, making me look at him. “It’s okay,” he said, “I don’t mind, babe.”

I nodded again. This was extremely nerve-wracking. To calm myself, I kissed him again. He smiled, but pulled away too soon. His green eyes locked with mine as he wordlessly asked me if this was going to happen. I nodded and braced myself for what was going to happen. He pressed his lips to my nose and told me he loved me, before doing it. I gasped and tears sprung to my eyes. It was one of the most painful things I had ever gone through. It felt like I was being ripped from the inside out. Whimpers of pain and discomfort left my lips and Harry's green eyes reflected my pain, and it made my heart melt seeing that my pain caused his pain too. It's like we were connected, like we were  one. 

“I’m sorry,” Harry said over and over again when he saw that I was hurting. “It’ll get better.”

But it didn’t. It only seemed to get worse. Harry stopped many times, but I told him to keep going. This was something that I had wanted to do with Harry for such a long time, and I wasn’t going to stop it because I couldn’t handle the pain. I was willing to put up with it. The whole time Harry held my hand and squeezed it a few times to make sure I was okay. And I was.  After a few minutes, it didn’t hurt anymore. It actually felt good, and I let Harry know by moaning and trashing my head back and forth.  Sweat slicked my body from head to toe and the room was getting hotter by the minute. The pleasure was starting to kick in and it was better than anything I had felt in my life.

So I let go. I let myself fall into a whole other world where there was just Harry and I. We had all night, and believe me, we were going to use every last minute. 

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