Ultimate [Harry Styles]

Seventeen year old Rachel goes to London with her Uncle on a business trip for a month. Mainly because she's always wanted to go to the beautiful city. Also for experience in the business world since she'll be graduating. But maybe also to meet a guy. She gets to stay in a massive hotel suite with her Uncle, what if she runs down to a small grocery store by the hotel to get some goodies for her Uncle and herself when she runs into someone.
Harry Styles is one of the five boys in the biggest boy band in the world. The boys haven't had a summer off in three years, due to touring. So management decided to give the boys three months off to relax. How is he going to enjoy that time off? Read this love story to find out! .xx


32. Chapter 32

Songs for this chapter

Me and My Broken Heart - Rixton

Beating Heart - Ellie Goulding

Hanging On - Ellie Goulding


Rachel's POV

It's nearly ten at night when we get back at my house.  My parents had probably just gone to bed, but we were still extremely quiet.  I'm not really sure if my parents care if Harry stays the night or not.  

Once we reach my room on the other side of the house of my parents', we quietly shut the door.  But as soon as I turn around Harry's lips are on mine.

"Fuck school, I need you so bad," He whispers while sucking on my neck, surely leaving a mark.

"We have to be quiet then," I whisper.

"I'm okay with that," He smirks while leading me to my bed.

He pulls me onto his lap and connects our lips.  His hands automatically find my ass and he squeezes slightly making me gasp slightly in the kiss.  He takes that as his advantage to slip his tongue into my mouth.  His hands then run up to my sides then back down to the hem of my shirt.  He breaks the kiss enough to pull my shirt over my head.

"I can't believe," I say between kisses, "that you're going on tour," another kiss, "so soon."

He pulls back, "I don't want to think about that right now."  He runs his hands through my hair then pulls me off of him and to the other side of my small bed.  Then he hovers over me and slowly connects out lips again.  But my mind's running wild, and I push on his chest.  He breaks the kiss with an annoyed and confused look on his face.  

"Why don't you want to talk about it?" I question.

"Because, right now I'm here.  With you in your bed and we're close and warm.  Why would I want to spend my limited time with you now thinking about the time I won't have with you?  Right now I need to be as close as I possibly can be with you.  I need to make memories now, so I can think about them when I'm away.  And I need to fuck you right now, so I can think about this memory while I'm fucking my hand when I'm away.  Is that okay with you?" 

"I didn't need to know that.." I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Know what?" He leans down to my ear, "That I think of you every time I get hard?"

I'm afraid I blush.  Harry's being very out there and crazy.  I mean, sometimes he talks dirty, especially when we have sex, but he must be very turned on tonight.  

He presses his lips back to mine, smiling into the kiss while his arms snake around my back and unhook my bra,  He slowly pulls it off and he doesn't waste time.  He immediately palms both my breasts in his huge hands and slowly kisses all the way down my stomach until he reaches the top of my sweats.  

But before he can do anything I push him off me and roughly fist his shirt.  I pull him back into me so his ear is by my mouth. 

"You don't think you could get me naked without stripping yourself, could ya?" I whisper.  He pulls his shirt over his head, and as soon as it hits the floor I'm palming him through his jeans.  

"Fuck," He chokes out.

I unbuckle his belt and shove his jeans down.  I push him back onto the bed and climb up to him.  He pushes my sweats and underwear to the floor, adding to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.  

"I want to ride you," I tell him.

I push him back into the sea of pillows and grab his dick.  I immediately bring my mouth to it, sucking the tip.  

"Fuck," He sits up, "No, I want to fuck you." He says and flips us around again.

He hovers over me on his elbows and slides the tip of his dick up and down my slit.

"Don't fucking tease me, Styles," I glare at him.

"God I love you," He says, then pushes into me slowly.  The feeling is getting more familiar and much less painful.  

His thrusts are slow at first but once he sees I'm used to it he picks up the speed.  He takes my right ankle and brings it over his shoulder, pushing in a different way.  A very different way.  

"Fuck, yeah right there.  Fuck me right there, Harry." 

"Bloody hell, when did the dirty talk start?" He asks surprised.

"Since you knew right where to go, damn." my breathing picks up as he goes faster.

"Oh my god, yeah," I moan.  Maybe a little to loudly because Harry completely stops.  

What the fuck?

"Shut up or I will get the fucking duct tape.  Do you understand?"

Fuck that was hot.

"Yes Sir," I smirk.

He immediately slams into me again going faster than he was before.

"Shit, you're so tight.  I'm not going to last too long, Baby," He kisses my neck.

"You don't have to because I'm close," I warn him.

"Come for me baby, fuck.  You're so good for me, I know you can take it."

That's all it takes to push me over the edge.  He drives me into a state of euphoria, something only he has ever done.  He reaches his high shortly after I do and we take a bit to catch our breath.

"That was hot," He whispers to me.

"Yeah," I breathe.

We lay there for a long time, just being there together.  

Thinking he's probably asleep by now I start to think about how we met.  All these different things that could of ruined it.

"What if I had never ran into your Mom in London?  Or I didn't go on that business trip with Gary?  What if Anne didn't invite us to dinner and we never became friends?  Do you remember when we were just friends?  It was awful because I was slowing falling in love with you each day.  And then when you never asked me to be your girlfriend I just thought you didn't like me like that and I was going to leave London broken-hearted,"  I think out loud, running my hands through is damp curls.

He pulls me into his naked body, startling me because I thought he was asleep.  "I know that if I didn't have the balls to ask you out then, I would have found you by now.  And every day we were friends I didn't know if you wanted to be more than friends.  I felt more like your gay best friend because you're the first girl I had ever slept with without, you know, sleeping together.  So you had to be something special to keep me coming even though I never came with you back then." He laughs at his lame pun and I can't help but laugh along with him because he's perfect.  

He's everything I've wanted in a boyfriend, everything I've dreamed about.  But I can't help but think that something's going to go wrong sooner or later because everything's so perfect right now.


So sorry for the long wait!  More chapters to come(:

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