Underneath / H.S / AU

"I'm broken and all of the pieces of me are scattered. I think you're the only one who can find them and put them back together. And I can do the same for you."

I could see the pain I was causing her but I couldn't help it. If it escalates farther I know that I will ruin her like I do everything else.
If only she could see the tortured man who was terrified of losing her buried underneath the hardened exterior.
Maybe then she would love me.


5. // f i v e //




One Direction as themselves

Cara Delevingne as Noelle Wynters

Madelaine Petsch as Aubrey Bordeaux 

Dylan Sprayberry as Jaxon Wynters

Lilly Collins as Camilla "Millie" Hinton


            It would have been easier to take a road test blindfolded than to have woken up the next morning. The second my eyelids fluttered open, my head throbbed as though someone had taken a hammer to it. The white wall in front of me suddenly seemed all too bright.


            Wait a minute, white wall?


            Confusion loomed over me as I wondered where the hell I was. This definitely was not my flat nor was it Aubrey’s and I haven’t been fortunate enough to make friends with anyone else here so those were the only two options. But then, whose place was this? And what happened last night?


            I heard a moan escape from someone beside me. I turned around instantly and saw some guy naked beside me. My eyes widened in horror and I lifted the sheet that was placed over me, silently praying. There I was, in all my glory wearing exactly what I was precisely twenty-two years ago.




            I silently cursed, the consequences of last night shamefully coursing through my head. I turned panic mode on and eagerly jumped out of bed, but not loud enough to wake him up. This was embarrassing enough on my own, I could only imagine the humiliation if I had to share this horrible moment with a stranger. A stranger that has seen more of me than any other stranger out there. How in the world does Aubrey do this all the time? I can barely even screw my head on straight enough to pick up my dispersed clothes from the carpet.


            This task really shouldn’t be so difficult since I was barely wearing anything last night. I found my flashy half-shirt first and struggled clasping it in the back. I swear, when you’re trying to do things in a hurry it ends up taking you double the amount of time than you intended. I found my thong next, and slipped it on gracefully. Not that anything having to do with this situation was graceful.


            Oh great, where were the damn booty shorts? I scouted out the whole room until I figured that it has to be on his side of the bed. It was so large that it practically took up the entire room which was saying a lot. The size of this master was almost that of my entire flat.


            I can’t believe this is happening to me. I squeezed my eyes shut tight for a second but when I opened them my nightmare was still in front of me.


            I tiptoed as quietly as possible over to the other side of the room though when I got there, the floor was clear. Nothing except the fuzzy white rug staring back at me. I crouched down on my knees to veer under the bed, and sure enough there they were. I smiled as I reached out to retrieve them but was interrupted by the bed moving above me. I gasped in shock but realized that he had only just turned over to his other side. I quickly shot up to get a better look at Mystery Man. His arms and torso were fully exposed, the sheet only covering his lower half. The next thing I saw was a Roman numeral date tattooed near his breastbone. I wonder what that stands for.


            Math was never my strong suit. Let alone math that is straight out of the 1200s.


            As I wandered down, I noticed another, more elaborate, tattoo on his lower arm. Ultimate terror took over.


            A snake tattoo.


            The same snake tattoo as that pompous ass movie star from the photoshoot.


            “Oh my God!” I yelled out loud by accident and suddenly covered my mouth with my hand as if that would undo my mistake.


            He didn’t even flinch as he smiled a full toothed grin and said with his eyes still closed, “And good morning to you, too.”


            I couldn’t even find a snarky response since I was still frazzled about my discovery. I stood there like an idiot in my underwear, my mouth falling open. When I didn’t say anything for a minute or two, he opened his eyes and turned towards me, his hand propped up over his ear. His disheveled hair was perfectly mussed with and his jawline was so defined it almost shattered the glass night table.


            I dared to ask the question to which I did not want to hear the answer, “What happened last night?”


            He raised a tentative eyebrow. “You really can’t remember, love? Now, that hurts me.” His lips perfectly formed each word he spoke and I cursed his angelic features. I knew that I resembled the grim reaper reincarnated when I roll out of bed, especially when I’m hungover.


            I stammered, “Did we—”


            “Three times,” he finished my sentence and I cringed. Three times?! How does he even have the stamina? I let out a loud breath I didn’t realize I was holding and blinked in amusement. At least I have the comfort of an erased memory to ease my humiliation for sleeping with none other than Harry Styles.


            He laughed loudly at my apparent awkwardness and I impulsively threw my shorts in his face. “Easy tiger, do you want a bonus round right now?” He bit his bottom lip and I had the feeling that he had been in this exact position at least a hundred times before. What made me feel worse was that I knew I would just be another girl to add to the very long list.


            I scrunched up my nose in disgust and reached forward to get my shorts back. He traded them to his other hand and dangled them far away from my grasp. “Want them? You’ll have to go through me.” He sneered and I could tell that was just what he wanted. Unfortunately for him, whatever happened last night was a one shot deal. Or, I guess three shot deal. But all the same, it was to never happen again.


            “Listen, I’m not sure what exactly happened between us, but it is never happening again. I just want to make that perfectly clear.” I lowered my squeaky voice in hopes to intimidate him and make him think that I’m serious. Because I am. For good measure I added, “Not to mention that I hate you.”


            His crooked smile twitched as he said, “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that hate sex is the best sex?”


            I scoffed and fastened on my heels quickly. I need to get out of here as soon as possible. Before Aubrey barges into my flat again unannounced to fill me in on her conquests of last night. I don’t have time for whatever immature game he’s trying to play here. “Fine, I don't need them. I’ve been photographed wearing much less than this.”


            I turn and walk towards the door and just as I’m twisting the knob, I hear Harry emerge from the bed and sprint over. He places a warm hand over mine, stopping me.


            “I don’t think you want to be doing that,” he breathes into my hair. His caramel voice has a rawness to it, probably from just waking up.


            I turn my body around to face him. “Oh? Why not?”


            “Because once you walk outside there’s going to be a fuck ton of photographers. They’re all going to know that you spent the night with me and it will be on the front page of every bloody tabloid,” he speaks to me slowly as if I’m some sort of child that can’t comprehend English yet.


            I swallow, fear creeping through my soul. I glare into his hypnotizing orbs but relax my expression the longer I look. My breathing becomes heavy as I say, “So what do you suggest I do then?”


            He takes his free hand that’s not covering mine on the doorknob and slides a finger across my exposed clavicle. He stops in the middle of it and lowers it down slowly, seeing if I’ll allow it. My right mind is screaming at me to break away from his hold but my legs are betraying me. When I don’t flinch, he manages to unhook the clasp of the shirt with a flick of his thumb. It hangs there, open, until he pushes it off to the side revealing my breasts. Using two fingers, he traces the outline of them, resting just underneath. “Come back to bed,” he whispers.


            My breathing hitches and I struggle to remain calm. “What makes you think I should do that?” I tease.


            “You said you don’t remember what happened last night. Let me refresh your memory.”


            That seems to be all the explanation I need. He takes my entire breast in the palm of his hand and squeezes it, gently but firmly at the same time. In order to stifle a moan, I crash my lips against his and try to pretend that I don’t feel fireworks. I part my lips and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in knowing exactly what to do with it. He removes my hand from the doorknob at last, and takes me into his arms as he lifts me off of the ground. I straddle my legs around the small of his back, while running my fingers through his soft curls.


            I grasp at his hair when he removes his mouth from mine and replaces it with my neck. He’s sucking at the skin in such a way that covers my skin in goosebumps. My subconscious is telling me that I should make him stop, that there’s going to be a mark but it just feels too good.                       


            He continues to do so while he removes his boxers, the only piece of clothing that he was wearing. My hand finds his erection as I stroke his length up and down. I revel in the moans he elicits at the sudden contact. His mouth travels to the nipple of my breast, gently biting the skin and poking his tongue over it every so often. The combination ignites a fire in me and I begin to tug at his hair again, this time with more force. He groans again, the perfect melody to the event that's about to take place.


            He looks up at me while using his left hand to journey downwards, finding the part of me that aches for him within a second. As he teases his long fingers against my clit, his green eyes sparkle. 


            “Is this what you want?” his tone is rough. “You want me to take you again to help you remember last night?”


            I nod, knowing that my voice would not obey me. 


            He slowly begins taunting me, sliding a finger barely inside and out of me. I buck my hips in order to feel them deeper and he laughs wickedly. He's enjoying the playful assault, I can tell.


            "Harry . . . Fuck me like the first time," I breathe. And that's all he needed to hear. 


            He throws me down on the edge of the bed and while he stands over me, I notice another tattoo near the inside of his thigh. It’s a latitude and longitude tattoo, the coordinates read 40.7118 N, 74.0131 W. I curiously wonder where that could be, I know from the first few numbers that it’s somewhere in New York but my thoughts are cut short when he kisses me again.


            He’s not wasting time as I feel his hardness press up against my upper leg. As I encase myself in utter darkness while he enters me fully, all I can see are stars. 


NOTE; woohoo smut! haha let me know if it was good/bad/terrible/never to be done again LMAO. thank you lovers xxKate

Btw here's a sexy shirtless Harry and how I imagine him in this chapter ;) : 


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