You + Me + Him || Zayn & Harry AU

Alyssa Rossi has always been in love with Zayn Malik. Zayn has always been her best friend, but never shared her feelings. Harry Styles was Zayn’s pesky step-brother and has always hated Alyssa because she and Zayn always got into trouble together. They were teenagers, now they’re all adults. Things can change in a blink of an eye. And they did.


19. The one in the city…

Spring 2016


“Look off toward the buildings,” the photographer for Harry’s photoshoot directed. Harry obliged immediately.

Half of his photo shoot took place inside the building they were at and now the second half if it brought them up to the roof where Harry stood dangerously close to the edge, much to Alyssa’s dismay. She almost couldn’t watch because her mind played countless mini-movies of Harry plummeting to his death many different ways. And each time it would give her a sickening feeling she couldn’t quite shake.

She had her own camera along to distract herself though, and she was snapping random things she saw from the New York skyline. She loved New York so much and she was so happy to actually have an excuse to spend a day in its clutches. It wasn’t as if it was far away from where she lived, because it wasn’t. She just didn’t have a whole lot of time and patience to make her way into the city very often.

They’d been shooting since eight a.m. and nearly six hours later Alyssa had yet to eat since the bagel in the car on the way. She almost felt queasy sitting there waiting for the shoot to conclude.

“Awesome! I think we’ve gotten what we need,” the photographer told Harry and it made Alyssa perk up instantly.

“Finally,” she murmured under her breath as Harry stepped away from the ledge.

“What did you think? Did they look good?” Harry asked once he walked over to Alyssa.

“They looked awesome. Seriously, Harry. But to be honest with you, I was scared out of my mind that you were going to fall off the building,” she told him with a light chuckle.

“You were worried about me? How cute,” he said, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. 

Alyssa and Harry had been seeing each other for a little over a month and things were really going well. Things with Zayn on the other hand were incredibly awkward. Zayn was not the same boy Alyssa grew up with. He changed drastically and it was increasingly depressing as the days went by. It seemed like every time they tried to hang out, he got shy and awkward. And there always seemed to be a lull in their conversation. It was never ever like that between them in all of the years they were friends and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. It made her extremely sad to know their friendships best days were behind them. She was certain once Zayn found out she was seeing his step-brother, their friendships limits would be truly tested. And honestly, with the way it’d been, Alyssa wasn’t sure it would survive.

“I am ready to get out of here,” Harry said as he blew out a breath.

“I am starving. I think my stomach ate itself – twice now,” Alyssa groaned, rubbing her hand over her abdomen.

“Well, we better feed you before it happens again,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss her again.

“Please,” she said dramatically.

“I’ve just got to go change first,” he told her.

“Okay. Please hurry. I’m withering away,” she joked as she followed him toward the stairs.

As Harry changed clothes, Alyssa looked through the day’s-worth of photos she took on her camera. She landed on one of Harry that captured his candid smile – dimples and all. His pearly-white, beautiful smile. It was an attribute she absolutely loved about him. He had the most stunning, knee-weakening smile. 

As Alyssa looked at the photograph, she felt a large gush of admiration and feelings for him. She knew Harry was head-over-heels for her. He told her on more than one occasion. And she liked him a lot, but she knew their feelings weren’t exactly parallel. But as she sat there looking at the photograph, it made her want to be on that level with him. It was what he deserved. And she knew some big changes would have to be made in her life in order to get her there. Zayn was like a broken arrow inside of her heart. It was going to be painful to extract him, but she knew she needed to. She knew Harry deserved it. He deserved someone who could love him back just the same. She wanted to be that for him.

Alyssa’s phone rang in her coat pocket, breaking her out of her epiphany. It was Zayn. And it was not lost on her how incredibly ironic it was that he was calling her that exact moment.

“Hey, where are you?” He asked once she answered.

“Uh…” Alyssa stammered, trying to think up something to tell him, but she was falling short.

“Alyssa?” Zayn questioned.

“I’m, uh… I’m with a friend,” she told him. It was the truth, but it left the conversation open to a lot of questions she wasn’t prepared for.

“Oh. Who?” He asked casually.

“Uh, you don’t know them,” she said, feeling her cheeks flush as her heart began to beat a little faster in her chest. Zayn was silent for a few moments before she heard a sigh from his end of the line.

“Why are you lying?” He asked quietly.

“I… I’m not,” Alyssa said, immediately cringing because her voice was wavering so badly. She hated lying to him. And lying to him about lying was even worse.

“You’re stuttering and saying ‘uh’ a lot. You forget I know you better than you know yourself, Alyssa,” Zayn said, calling her out. She knew she was caught, so she just sighed in response, trying to get some sort of control on her breathing.

“Where are you really?” He asked.

“I really am with a friend, Zayn,” she told him truthfully. He just didn’t need to know which friend.

“Why don’t you just tell me, Alyssa?” Zayn pressed on.

“Tell you what?” She asked, biting at her lip. She didn’t want to tell him anything. Not right then anyway.

“That you have a boyfriend,” he said, catching her completely off guard.

“W-what?” She choked out.

“You’ve been sneaking out of the house a lot. And I always hear you talking on the phone at night. Who are you talking to? Not me – your best friend. And I know you don’t care enough to talk to any of your girl friends for that long. Just be honest with me,” Zayn pressed.

Alyssa bit her lip hard between her teeth. She didn’t know how to respond. Everything he said was the truth. She spent a lot of her nights in Harry’s room with him, and when she wasn’t with him, she was talking to him on the phone. She forgot how perceptive Zayn could be sometimes.

“Alyssa?” Zayn asked when she didn’t reply.

“Zayn…” She whispered.

“So you do,” he said. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“Zayn…” She said again.

“Alyssa, you can tell me,” he said, trying to coax out the truth.

“I-I…” She stammered, unable to find the right words.

Her stomach was tied in knots. She hated the feeling. She dreaded the day when Zayn found out about her and Harry.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she lied, trying to spare a huge fight in the moment. She heard Zayn sigh again and almost thought she was in the clear as far as he was concerned.

“You ready to go, Lyss?” Harry asked as he walked up toward her. 


Her eyes went wide as she waved her hands to get Harry’s attention. When he looked at her, she put her finger to her lips to quiet him.

“Who was that?” Zayn asked immediately. 

Damn it

“My friend,” she replied quickly.

“Your friend that’s not your boyfriend?” Zayn questioned, with ‘bullshit’ in his tone.

“Yeah,” she said quietly and she knew it was unconvincing. She knew Zayn knew.

Zayn was silent for a moment, and Alyssa felt so out of control. She wanted to barf or hang up or something. She didn’t know what to say or do. She didn’t want him to be mad at her, but she knew it was inevitable.

“I wish there was still some honesty in our friendship,” Zayn said quietly.

“Zayn… there is…” Alyssa protested, her voice coming out almost weak.

“No. Whatever. It’s not a big deal. I just wanted to see if we could hang out, but you go have fun with your ‘friend’ that’s not your boyfriend. I’ll see you when you get home. Whenever that is,” Zayn said, sounding genuinely hurt.

“Zayn…” Alyssa sighed.

“Bye, Alyssa,” Zayn said before he hung up on her.

Alyssa pulled the phone from her ear and looked up at Harry, the sickness in her stomach only intensifying.

“Zayn?” He asked immediately and she nodded.

“He’s convinced I have a boyfriend,” she explained.

“Well, you do,” Harry said and she nodded again.

“You know, it won’t be the end of the world if Zayn finds out,” he told her.

“I don’t even want to think about what that fight is going to be like,” Alyssa said, trying to shake it out of her mind.

“He’ll get over it, Alyssa,” Harry told her as he grabbed her hands in his.

“I know he will. It’s just hard,” she said quietly.

“For who? You or him?” Harry questioned and she could see the challenge in his eyes.

“For everyone,” Alyssa countered, feeling another weight being placed on her heart.

She knew how jealous her feelings for Zayn made Harry. But it was something that couldn’t be shut off, or discarded that easily. She was still trying to sort everything out and hoped they’d all be okay in the end.

“We should probably check into the hotel before we eat,” Harry said, quickly changing the subject, which Alyssa was grateful for.

Harry planned a whole mini-vacation in New York for them that weekend. It was actually rather sweet. They would be staying at a hotel together rather than sneaking in and out of each other’s houses. They would get an entire night of uninterrupted time together. They didn’t have to be quiet and they didn’t have to be fearful that someone would find out about them. They could be with each other without restrictions.

The two of them sat in silence as Harry drove through the crowded streets of NYC and Alyssa couldn’t get the feeling of dread out of the pit of her stomach, thinking about Zayn possibly finding out she was dating his younger brother. She didn’t want things to get any worse between them because she cherished her friendship with Zayn. She had some of the best times in her life with him. It seemed everything significant she did in her life was with him. He was her constant – her anchor.


Summer 2010


“’Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis. When I was dead broke, man, I couldn’t picture this. 50 inch screen, money green leather sofa. Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur. Phone bill about two G’s flat. No need to worry, my accountant handles that,’” Zayn and Alyssa sang at the top of their lungs along with The Notorious B.I.G. pumping through Zayn’s car stereo as they drove the turnpike on their way to New York.

Juicy was one of their favorite songs. Pretty much if anyone put the song on, the two of them would find each other and belt it out.

Alyssa and Zayn were headed into Manhattan to spend the day in the city. Their parents were unaware of their spur of the moment trip. Because if they were, they would have axed the idea immediately. They were only sixteen after all.

They spent most of the day walking around Times Square, shopping and being all touristy. They always had a blast with each other no matter what they did, but it seemed whenever they were doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing it was always much more fun.

“Ohmygod. Did you just see that!?” Zayn laughed, looking at the crowd of people on the sidewalk.

“What?” Alyssa asked, not having seen what he saw.

“There’s a bloke walking around in underwear, playing a guitar,” Zayn continued to laugh.

“Nah-uh,” Alyssa said in disbelief as she craned her neck to try to catch a peek.

“Dead serious,” Zayn said dramatically.

“I wanna see,” she whined, standing on her tip-toes to see this whack-a-doo Zayn was talking about.

“C’mon,” Zayn said, grabbing her hand, heading off in the direction of the half-naked dude.

Zayn weaved in and out of bodies on the crowded Times Square sidewalk, pulling her quickly along with him. When he suddenly stopped, Alyssa ended up plowing right into him.

“Jesus!” She said, peeling herself away from him.

“There he is,” Zayn said with a proud smile.

Alyssa’s gaze followed Zayn’s. Across the street, standing on the median was a dude in underwear, cowboy boots and a cowboy hat with a guitar strapped around his chest. He was singing for anyone who would listen. 

“Wow,” Alyssa chuckled.

“It’s a naked cowboy,” Zayn said with a smirk.

“I can see that,” she giggled.

“I want to go into the music business, but you’re not going to catch me walking around New York City in my underwear to get noticed,” Zayn told her in all seriousness.

“What if you were on a billboard in your underwear?” Alyssa asked, pointing up to a Calvin Klein billboard with a guy laid out in boxer briefs.

“I don’t think so,” Zayn stated matter-of-factly.

“And what’s so bad about your body?” She asked, but immediately regretted saying anything at all. She felt her cheeks heating up with blush instantly.

“I don’t know, Alyssa. What’s so bad about my body?” He teased, quirking his eyebrow suggestively at her.

“Never mind,” she said as she started walking passed him.

“You think I’m hot,” Zayn continued to tease as he followed behind her.

“I do not. Shut up,” she snapped, but she was well-aware that her rapid blushing was calling her out as a liar.

“You’re lying!” Zayn chuckled.

“And you’re cocky. I was giving you a compliment and you completely turned it around on me,” she shot at him as she spun to face him. He annoyed her so much sometimes – even though what he was saying was the complete truth.

“Why are you getting so angry? Is it because you think I look good in my knickers?” He joked.

“Ohmygod. Seriously. Just shut up,” Alyssa said, rolling her eyes as she began to walk again, trying to walk faster to avoid the conversation completely.

He just laughed and fell into step next to her, before dropping the subject altogether. Nothing ever made her feel stupider than her idiotic crush on her best friend.


After a long day of site-seeing in New York, Alyssa and Harry were more than ready to retire to their hotel room for the night. They had so much amazing food at some of the street vendors around the city and they went to the Statue of Liberty and Ground Zero before heading up to Times Square, and then up to Central Park where their hotel was. Alyssa had an absolutely amazing day with Harry and the best part was they didn’t have to hide their relationship from people. Harry held her hand all day, and kissed and hugged her in public. They could be themselves and it was really nice. Alyssa actually felt like she had a boyfriend rather than a secret.

The hotel room was over-the-top. It seemed like no expense was spared and Alyssa was in complete awe.

“Harry, this room is… amazing,” she gasped as she walked toward the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the city in their luxury suite at the W hotel.

“I wanted tonight to be special,” he told her as he walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“This whole day has been special,” Alyssa sighed, feeling so entirely relaxed in his arms.

She felt Harry’s lips kiss her shoulder blade before he began to trail kisses up her neck. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she felt the deep yearning inside of her to be close to him. She turned in his arms and wrapped her own arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” she breathed against his lips before lightly kissing them.

“For what?” He questioned, looking deeply into her eyes.

“For everything. For being you. For taking me here,” she explained.

“I should be thanking you,” he said, smiling bashfully.

“Why?” She asked.

“For making me so happy,” he replied and it made her heart flutter again.

Alyssa leaned in, kissing his lips again. Their mouths melded together in one long fluid kiss, their tongues tangling pleasingly together. Harry held her tightly against his body and she was completely aware when he began leading her back toward the bed. Her whole entire body was reacting to him. She wanted him to touch her and love her. She wanted his hands to make her feel electric. She wanted to lose herself with him like she did on so many other nights by just the feel of his body against her, and his hands, and his mouth. They didn’t need to have sex with each other to feel one another. The desire that built inside of them from holding off was so entirely pleasing. Alyssa couldn’t even begin to comprehend the way he made her feel. He made her feel wanted for the first time in all of her life. And not in the fleeting way Zayn made her feel. Harry made her feel like he might rather die than stop loving her. There was no comparing that kind of feeling.

Once Harry laid her down on the bed he kissed her lips – feather light and delicate, before pulling back to look at her. His soft eyes searched hers for a few moments and she realized he was trying to build up the nerve to say something.

“What is it, Harry?” She breathed, sliding her finger lightly down the curve of his jaw.

His eyebrows furrowed and he let out the faintest of sighs before he began to speak.

“I was thinking that maybe tonight… maybe we could…” He stammered before letting his words trail off. He seemed nervous and it was entirely endearing.

“I know I was the one who said I wanted to take things slow, but it’s been a month. I-I would like… if you want…” He rambled, without really explaining himself. But it only took Alyssa a few seconds to realize what he was trying to get at. He wanted to have sex.

“Harry, you don’t have to ask. Well, I mean… yeah, you do. But you don’t have to worry about asking. Don’t be nervous,” Alyssa told him as her hands came up to cradle his face in them. She watched as he licked his lips, smiling bashfully down at her.

“You really are adorable when you’re nervous though,” she said, leaning up to kiss his lips momentarily.

“So, you’d be okay with that?” He asked, his voice wavering slightly.

“Yes, Harry. I would be very okay with that,” Alyssa said through a smirk as she felt her feelings for him explode inside of her heart. He was amazing. Simply the best.

He leaned in, nearly smashing his lips against hers. She felt the sting of the hardened kiss, but paid it no mind as she kissed him back. She could feel his excitement against her thigh and it made her want to be naked with him. She wanted to see the body he worked so hard to perfect. She wanted to worship him and be worshiped right back.

Alyssa pressed up on his shoulders lightly, causing him to pull back, gazing down at her with a questioning look.

“Lie back, please,” Alyssa said as she bit her bottom lip.

She was sure she’d never seen Harry’s smile wider than it was in that moment. He was breathtaking. She watched as he pulled his t-shirt quickly off his body before lying back against the mattress like she asked. Her hand slid across his bare chest immediately, appreciating the feeling of his smooth chest beneath her fingertips as they skated across his very prominent tattoos.

“You are beautiful, Harry Styles,” Alyssa cooed as she leaned down to leave a few light kisses on his chest.

“You’re the beautiful one, Alyssa,” Harry countered as he brushed her hair out of her eyes with his fingers.

“Mmm,” she hummed as she slid her leg over his middle to sit astride him.

Harry’s hands found her hips as her fingers slid against the flesh of his bare chest. She loved the vantage point she had, staring down at his beautiful face.

His fingers slid into the bottom of her shirt, tickling across her flesh and she felt the goosebumps form from his touch. He had a way of making every particle of her body react to him. She slowly bucked her hips, wanting to create her own reaction. And Harry wasn’t one to disappoint. She watched his eyes shut tightly as a pleasurable groan escaped his throat. And even before he had the chance of opening his eyes again, Alyssa quickly slipped off her shirt, leaving her in her bra.

She caught the smirk on his lips once his eyes found her again and it made her smile back.

“So beautiful,” Harry sighed as his hands slid smoothly up her abdomen.

“I love when you touch me. I love your hands,” Alyssa cooed as more goosebumps ravaged her skin.

“Then I’ll never stop,” he tacked on before gripping onto her hips, tackling her gently onto the mattress, his weight engulfing her.

Her legs wrapped around his middle immediately as she felt him press against her, toying with her.

Jesus, Harry,” she groaned, her whole body straining from the pleasing sensations running through her.

“I-I brought condoms. I mean – just in case you wanted to. I mean – I didn’t invite you here just for this,” he tried to clarify, his words getting garbled from his nervousness.

“Harry, just relax,” Alyssa told him, placing her hand on his face.

“I just… you know how much I like you, Alyssa. I just want it to be perfect,” he sighed.

“It will be,” she told him, sealing her words with a kiss. He smiled through it, which in turn made her smile.

As they lay there kissing, their bodies pressed together, it hit her – she was about to have sex with Harry Styles. Less than six months ago, she would have thought a person was fucking delusional if they told her she’d go to bed with Harry Styles at any point in her life. Oral sex with him was a big step, but this – this was huge.

Harry got very good at foreplay after a month of doing only that. He knew just what to do, how to tickle, how to touch, and taste and lick and love her body to get her going. There were plenty of nights where he had Alyssa so strung out that all she wanted to do was fuck him senseless. But she refrained because she knew he wanted to take things slow. And now there they were – ready to take it all the way.

“Harry…” Alyssa said through his kisses.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“I still… I still want, you know… foreplay. I really enjoy that,” Alyssa told him. His smile went wide and he didn’t even bother to stifle it.

“I enjoy that too,” he told her, sounding genuinely sincere.

“Good,” she breathed as she leaned up to kiss his lips again.

Alyssa felt his free hand come up to pull away the fabric from her breasts, exposing the flesh. Her nipples tightened immediately from the cool air of the room and she watched Harry’s smile just before his mouth came down to capture one between his lips, teasing and sucking it until quiet little gasps escaped her lips. He did the same with the other, sending wonderful sensations throughout her entire body.

Alyssa felt the heat pulsating through her as Harry’s quiet ministrations engulfed every one of her senses. All she could think of in those moments was him – all she could feel was him.

Jesus, Harry,” she groaned as her fingers tangled into his curls.

His hand slowly snaked down to the button of her jeans, undoing it before he placed his palm inside the front of her panties, his fingertips brushing over her sensitive area. She spread her legs for him, giving him easier access as he began the delicate rhythm of getting her off. But it wasn’t enough for him. He slowly slid off her jeans and then her panties before he slid back up her body, leaving a kiss on her lips.

“Mm,” Alyssa moaned against his lips just before he pulled away, leaving kisses down her neck.

His mouth slowly moved down her chest, down the expanse of her stomach, leaving kisses trailing across her navel before he moved even lower. When his mouth met her again, it was hot and wet and so delicious as it slipped down her cleft and gently sucked and licked unto she was gasping and her body was shaking because of him – for him.

“God, Harry. Ohmygod,” Alyssa gasped.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed against her skin.

“I… ohmygod, Harry. I don’t think I can take anymore,” she groaned, feeling so incredibly out of control as she reached down to pull his chin up.

“Are you… are you ready?” He asked, looking up at her.

“Only if you’re ready,” she said, still trying to catch her breath.

“I’m ready,” he said as he quietly slipped off the bed.

“Hey, wait,” she said, sitting up quickly.

“Hmm?” He asked, turning his head to look at her.

“Don’t deny me the pleasure of stripping you naked,” she said, smirking at him.

A slow mischievous smile graced his lips and she knew he was game.

“C’mere,” she cooed, biting her bottom lip between her teeth as she crawled to the edge of the bed and sat down. She quickly unhooked and peeled off her bra, throwing it on the floor with her other discarded clothes.

Harry turned toward her, cradling his body between her opened legs as he stood in front of her. She could have spent the entire night worshiping his sex lines – that amazing V outlined on his hips. Oh, God. His body was outstanding. She took the time to let her fingertips trail down them, but the real treasure came below it. And she was determined to unwrap him.

Alyssa popped the button of his dark, skin-tight jeans before smoothly sliding down the zipper. She looked up to find him watching her with hooded, lust-filled eyes and it made her smile. Her hands slid up the well-defined muscles on his torso before leaning up to trail kisses across it. She was pleased when she heard a heady sigh escape Harry’s throat. The little sounds he made only fueled her. Her lips kissed down to the waistband of his boxer briefs, licking across the skin just above the elastic, her fingers lightly digging into his hips.

Oh, Alyssa,” he hissed as his hands cupped the back of her neck, sliding his fingers up into her hair. 

Her fingers gathered up the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down gradually as her lips went down with it. Harry groaned and she knew what she was doing to him was sweet torture.

Moving slightly faster than she did before, she slid his jeans and boxers down his legs. He quickly stepped out of his them and took off his socks, leaving him bare for her. She smiled up at him, licking her lips as he hung-out in front of her. He licked his own lips as he watched her and she couldn’t help but take it as an omen for what he wanted. Alyssa slid her hand across his hardness, gripping around it gently before giving is a few tugs. Another groan fell from his lips as his head tipped back slightly. She smiled before leaning forward to wet the tip of his penis. When her mouth sunk down it, a guttural moan escaped from his throat and she knew she was on the right track. But she was determined to get the most out of the night, so she only let her mouth bob atop him a few times before she pulled back.

Jesus Christ, Alyssa,” Harry sighed, tipping his head forward to peer down at her.

“Love me, Harry,” Alyssa cooed, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I do love you and I will love you,” he told her, causing her heart to flutter and beat wildly for him.

“Slide up, baby,” he told her and she obliged, slipping her body further up on the mattress as Harry walked toward his overnight bag and dug inside.

Alyssa lay on the most comfortable bed she had ever been in, watching the object of her desire retrieve a condom out of his bag before sauntering back to the bed with a look of determination in his eyes. She watched the muscles in his stomach tighten as he leaned down to roll the condom onto his hardness. Harry Styles was absolutely stunning and Alyssa was more than prepared to take the next step with him in their relationship.

Harry’s hands trailed slowly up her thighs as he crawled onto the mattress, his eyes taking in her entire body laying naked for him. He knelt between her legs, kissing her lips quickly before pulling up again.

“You’re perfect,” he cooed and Alyssa couldn’t help but smile bashfully at him.

He said the words, but she wasn’t sure she believed them. Because when she looked at him, she knew he was perfect. But then again, maybe they were both perfect to each other. Maybe this was all meant to be. Harry was hers and she was his. And it was the closest she’d felt to someone, ever.

Alyssa’s breathing hitched when she realized it would be the first time she was entering a sexual relationship when she was actually in a relationship. And then she realized her relationship with Harry was actually her first real relationship in her whole life.

“Harry…” She breathed as she felt the prickling of tears in the back of her eyes.

“Hmm?” He hummed as he hovered above her.

“This means a lot to me,” she told him, honesty pouring out with her words. 

“This means a lot to me too, Alyssa – that it’s with you,” he said before he leaned down to kiss her.

“You’re ready?” He asked quietly, looking down in her eyes.

“I’m ready, Harry. I promise,” she confirmed with a nod of her head.

“Good,” he breathed against her lips, kissing them lightly.

Alyssa felt his hand slide down her stomach before he guided himself in. Her breathing hitched as he filled her, a feeling she thoroughly appreciated. Endorphins flooded her brain, leading her on a path to complete madness, or ecstasy – whichever came first.

The night was perfect. Everything was perfect. Harry was perfect. Alyssa was perfect when she was with him. The feelings he made her feel were perfect.

Harry’s rhythm was slow and steady, and undeniably pleasurable. She could feel herself getting lost with him and he made her never want to be found again. His hips cradled between hers, his weight pressing her knees up against her sides. Her fingertips stretched across the taut muscles of his back, holding him against her, keeping him close. His breathy grunts in her ear were just about the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. And when he heard the quickening of her breathing, he was there to slow his rhythm down into long meaningful strokes, pressing in deeper and deeper with each thrust to help stoke the fire deep inside of her.

She felt like she was burning up. She was about to be consumed by the heat and the desire, and Harry. She wanted to be. She wanted to ignite for him. She wanted to explode and bring him with her. She wanted the fire to eat him up too.

“Oh, God, Harry. Please,” Alyssa moaned, feeling the sensations deep within her.

Alyssa,” he hissed out her name and it helped get her there – his voice in her ears.

“C’mon, baby,” he coaxed her along.

Oh, God,” she groaned as the fire consumed her.

It was Heaven and Hell all wrapped up in one. She was lost. She could barely focus. She barely even noticed when Harry slid out of her, collapsing onto his back on the bed next to her.

Alyssa stuck out her hand, finding the sinewy muscles of his abdomen. It was damp with sweat, but it felt so sweet beneath her fingertips. She just wanted to touch him. She didn’t like the loss of contact when he laid next to her rather than on her.

Harry,” Alyssa said, letting his name roll perfectly off her tongue.

“Hmm,” he hummed.

“Did you—?” She asked, barely able to swallow back what little saliva she had left in her mouth.

“Did I?” He questioned.

“Yeah. Did you?” She asked, her tongue unable to form the rest of the words of her question.

“Yes,” he answered.

After Harry cleaned himself up, he got back in bed, pulling Alyssa close to his body, whispering that he loved her. It wasn’t long after that she quietly fell asleep in his arms.

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