The Aftermath || Harry Styles AU

Sequel to Naughty & Nice

It’s Christmastime again with Harry & Niall’s Family.
Only this year, Savannah isn’t their parent’s favorite person.

“The easiest period in a crisis situation is actually the battle itself. The most difficult is the period of indecision – whether to fight or run away. And the most dangerous period is the aftermath.”
-Richard M. Nixon


3. ((Three))

The thing about Savannah was she never cheated in her entire life. Not until these two brothers came into it, turning it upside down. She never even cheated on a test or a homework assignment in school. She lived a pretty honest life up until about a year and a half ago. And now Niall was sitting in the same bed as her, in the middle of the night, telling her things he shouldn’t be telling her, touching her in ways he shouldn’t be touching her. She was Harry’s. She was devoted to Harry. She was his brother’s girlfriend.

There was history between them, yes, but out of everything she learned from their past, she knew without a doubt Harry was her soul mate. And he was all along, she just couldn’t see it in the beginning. A part of her even wondered if some greater power put her and Niall together so she would be led to Harry. It seemed a little backwards to her, but who was she to question fate?

“Savannah, I miss you so much,” Niall breathed, grasping both of her arms gently.

Her body tensed as she looked into Niall’s eyes. His blue eyes used to be a solace for her, a haven of what was right and beautiful in the world. That was until she found out what kind of man he really was. She no longer saw that light in his eyes or felt that tugging in her heart for him. All she was left with was a heart filled with bitterness and ill-will toward him.

No. Niall, you need to leave… now,” she growled in a loud whisper.

“Just relax, Savannah. I know you miss me too. I saw the way you looked at me tonight,” he said as he leaned in, advancing toward her.

She was confused. How did she look at him? Was he delusional? She let her attention slip for a split second as she tried to recall the very few moments she actually looked at him during dinner, and Niall took it as an invitation, because his lips were smashed against hers a moment later.

“Get… get the fuck off me, Niall!” Savannah yelped, probably louder than she should have as she pushed hard against his chest.

Jesus Christ, Savannah!” Niall growled at her, getting startled by her reaction.

“You have a fucking baby, Niall. I am in love with your brother!” She told him as she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth.

“You were in love with me and that didn’t stop you from fucking him,” Niall threw at her. She shook her head, feeling like he just slapped her across the face with that one.

“You need to leave,” she told him sternly.

“Savannah…” Niall said apologetically, looking up at her with his big wide blue eyes.

“Niall, if you don’t leave right now, I’m going to call Harry in here,” she said, grabbing her phone from the nightstand.

Jesus Christ. Fine!” He grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air, his annoyance apparent in his words and his actions. He scoffed as he got out of the bed, shaking his head at her before he moved toward the bedroom door. 

“Oh, hey…” Savannah said, stopping him in his tracks.

“Yeah?” He asked, turning back to look at her a little more hopefully than before.

“Nice ring on your bitch’s finger,” Savannah spat at him. Niall immediately sighed and hung his head shamefully, running his fingers through his hair.

“You couldn’t even buy her her own engagement ring?” She scoffed menacingly.

“I’m only marrying her because of our daughter,” Niall said quietly, looking almost lost, like his life and his decisions weren’t his own anymore.

“What?” Savannah choked out, her mood changing almost immediately. She felt bad for him. She truly did.

“Are your… your parents making you?” Savannah asked him. He nodded his head, looking down at the floor rather than up at her.

“Niall. No, you don’t have to,” Savannah gasped, feeling completely appalled that they would pressure him into doing something he obviously never wanted to do.

“What the hell do you suggest I do?” Niall snapped angrily, his eyes piercing into hers.

“Say no! This isn’t nineteen-fifty!” She shot at him, sitting up on her knees on the bed.

“It’s not that easy,” Niall sighed and shook his head.

“It is that easy! Niall! You’d rather be unhappy for the rest of your life than disobey your parents?” She asked, disgusted by his circumstances.

“It’s not that easy, Savannah!” Niall said, getting upset with her. She shook her head, only thinking of how stupid and brainwashed he was by his Catholic values. Someone’s faith shouldn’t condemn them, it should help them flourish.

“It’s stupid, Niall,” she snapped, becoming even angrier with their parents now. Even if she and Niall weren’t on good term anymore, once upon a time he meant everything to her, and to see him being forced to marry that vile slut really infuriated her.

“I know,” he huffed as he hung his head.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

“Yeah,” he said, shaking his head slightly.

He stood there for a few more awkward seconds before saying goodnight and retreating out of the bedroom. Once the door was closed behind him, Savannah let out a huge sigh. Jesus Christ, that was intense.

Savannah waited a good five minutes for Niall to get back in bed before she snuck down the hallway to Harry’s room. Fuck the rules Mrs. Styles had set in place. She just nearly got sexually attacked in her house. Savannah didn’t knock. She just slipped in and made her way through the dark room to the bed. Harry was sleeping peacefully and she didn’t want to wake him up to tell him what just happened, so she just curled up next to him and fell asleep.

The next morning she was awoken up by Harry’s sweet, delicate kisses. She moaned into them and wrapped her arms around him.

Mmm, good morning,” she hummed, smiling widely as she opened her eyes to him.

“Good morning, Sweet Cheeks,” Harry asked jovial, smiling down at her.

“Must you call me that?” She asked in a playful warning tone causing him to chuckle.

“But your cheeks are so sweet!” Harry said, grabbing a handful of her backside. Savannah yelped and squirmed in his arms.

“Harry, stop,” she squealed and giggled. Harry did as he was told before leaning in, leaving a kiss on her lips.

“What changed your mind about sleeping with me?” He asked, letting the smile drop off his face, looking down into her eyes.

“Are we talking about now or last year? Because last year I slept with you because you were pretty damn sexy,” she said, snuggling up to him. She was avoiding his question purposely because she did not want to talk about the real reason she was in his bed.

“And I’m not sexy now!?” He protested, feigning offense.

“You’re like, super sexy now,” she told him seductively.

“I think you’re super sexy,” Harry cooed as his lips attacked her collar bone, moving their way up her neck.

“Oh, baby,” she giggled, thoroughly enjoying his lips and mouth on her. 

Surprisingly – or not surprisingly, things progressed with great hast between them. It was only a day that they hadn’t had their hands on one another and they were acting like they hadn’t touched each other in months. Harry was rebellious by nature, so trying to get some in his parent’s house was nothing new to him.

Within seconds, Savannah’s tank top was flying over her head and Harry’s luscious lips were suckling and teasing each of her nipples.

“Oh fuck, Van, you have got the most amazing body,” Harry groaned against her hot flesh.

Mmm,” she moaned, making sure she was extra quiet, knowing the last thing they needed was to be heard by anyone in the house. 

Savannah’s hands reached down to grasp onto his bum, pulling him closer to her and Harry let out a stifled moan. Quickly, her hands snaked inside his pajama bottoms, pushing them down over the swell of his ass. Harry’s mouth moved torturously over her sensitive skin, causing her body to come to life as it tingled and purred for him. 

“Oh, God, baby. I need you,” she moaned breathlessly, letting herself get a little carried away.

“How much do you need me?” Harry breathed in her ear.

“Oh, god. So much. Oh, god,” she moaned as Harry rocked against her.

“How much do you want me to fuck you?” Harry teased, trying to string out the torture.

“Oh, please. Please,” she begged mindlessly.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he replied smugly before ripping her panties down her legs and pushing his bottoms down further. A second later he was pushing inside of her, causing a low gasp to come from her. 

Harry’s hips rocketed back and forth rapidly, sending waves of pleasure cascading through her body. It took everything she had not to moan out loud. Harry was on top of his game. Every thrust into her hit the spot, realistically and metaphorically. Her body was shaking with pleasure, and then all of a sudden it wasn’t due to the knock at his bedroom door. A second later, the door swung open and they were scrambling to get under the covers.

“Harry! What are you doing in my house!?” They heard Maura scream from his doorway causing Savannah to silently retract her previous thought of, “the last thing they needed was to be heard”

Because this was most definitely the last thing they needed.

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