Intimacy:(noun)

close familiarity or friendship. "the intimacy between a husband and wife" -synonyms: closeness, togetherness, affinity, rapport, attachment, familiarity, confidentiality, close association, close relationship, close attachment, close friendship, friendliness, comradeship, companionship, amity, affection, mutual affection, warmth, warm feelings, understanding, fellow feeling.

-euphemistic, sexual intercourse. -synonyms: sexual relations, sexual intercourse, sex, intercourse, lovemaking, the act of love, carnal knowledge, sexual congress, congress; formal coition, coitus, copulation. "she flushed at the memory of their earlier intimacy."

Smut warning

(Are you ready? *snickers*)

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Joe

The ride to Harry's was extremely interesting, he told me about his home town (Holmes Chapel, Cheshire) and how he grew up there along with his older sister whom he said was Gemma. About five years ago, Harry lost communication with his sister and her whereabouts remains unknown. His parents, however, moved to London but Harry doesn't see them very often. He often would buy them things, like the cars he told me earlier.

After Harry explained his life to me, I explained mine. Although, there's not really much to tell since my father wasn't my father and instead was my fucking uncle.

"So, pretty much I've been living a lie," I don't dare look at him and gaze out the window at the passing houses. "My family is so fucked up, I don't know what the truth is anymore."

One of his hand that is resting on my knee, gives it a slight squeeze. "That's why I'm here," he tells me, and this causes my eyes to look at him. "We're going to get to the bottom of this," A smile creeps up on his face. "And for the record love, you're not fucked up." 

The rest of the ride to his house was in silence, neither one of us spoke. Finally, the car came to a stop at Harry's front door. We got out of the car and started to walk towards the front door.

But Harry caught my wrist, stopping me. "Whatever happens in there, whatever Karren says, remember I'm here for you."

"Thank you, Harry, I appreciate it." I slip my hand from his grasp only to wrap it around his elbow, my small fingers hold onto his arm.

He smiles at me with a nod. "That's what friends are for right?"

Yeah, friends.

Is it so wrong to say that I want to be more than friends with him?

"Hey," I hadn't realised I was staring at the ground until I felt his other hand lift my chin up. "It's going to be alright, we'll figure this shit out."

If only he knew that's not what's bothering me.

"Yeah, let's do it." I find the strength to smile and tug gently on his arm.

Harry walks into his house with my hand still holding his arm. He leads me through the first hallway but instead of turning left into the lounge and dining room, we take a right.

There's a large room before me, multiple red and white sofa's circles a glass table. At the far side near a window, sits a woman with red hair.

Her eyes meet us and she stands up, "Harry," She greets him and nods at me. "You must be Ms Hemmings, now I'd love to say how it's a pleasure to meet you but under the circumstance, I highly think it's not recommended. However, I'm Karren."

Harry gestures for me to sit down near Karren. I do and he sits between Karren and me. "What do you have for me?"

"Well, as you are aware Harry, I hacked into the clubs mainframe and gained access to their security network. Now, it's my understanding that neither of you remembers anything from that night?"

I shake my head as does Harry. 

"Joe, do you remember anything?" Again I shake my head she hums to herself, taking out a folder then a photograph. "Do you remember this man?" She holds it up for me to see.

It shows me at the bar and a chubby man stands before me, his hand is touching me but due to the angle of the camera, it's difficult to see where he touches me and his face. 

"No, I don't remember." I frown as Harry's hand comes into contact with my own and intertwined our fingers. "Why? Who is he?"

"I can't tell you his name, but I've been tracking him and I am one hundred percent sure he works for your Uncle. In fact, that night evidence points out he was supposed to kidnap you but Harry here prevented it." She inhales and places the photograph on the table. "What I'm trying to say, that your virginity and the tattoos you received are a small price to pay. You see, if Harry hadn't intervened when he did, events certainly would've taken a different road."

While my head tries to wrap around the information I had just received, apparently, Karren had left and told Harry to take care of me. In that time, Harry leads me to his Lounge room. 

"You okay?" I'm pulled back from my memories by his voice entering the room. My mouth parts but yawn leaves my lips. "You can sleep here tonight," Again I part my mouth but Harry says, "I mean I would feel a lot better if you stay with me tonight." He rewords it.

I nod with a smile and mutter a soft thank you, Harry then leads me up to his room. "You can sleep in here, I'll take the-"

"No, sleep with me? Please?" Oh dear lord, I sound like a fucking idiot.

"Are you sure?" He asks but by the looks of things he's already made his mind up because Harry removes his shirt and pants leaving him in boxers.

My eyes take in his broad shoulders, and tattoo's covering his beautiful skin.

Fuck, did I just call him beautiful? Way to go moron.

I lay down on his bed and feel it dip signalling Harry has joined me. But then I feel his arm snake around my waist, which he instantly removes it. 

"Sorry," 

Again I feel the bed move and when I look over my shoulder I see that Harry is now laying on his back, his eyes closed. 

For some fucked up reason, I'm turned on. 

Maybe if we have sex it will jog my memory, maybe I'll remember something from that night. But I don't want to use him.

It won't be using him, will it? 

I mean, it's not like I haven't slept with him before, just this time I'll be sober and remember everything. 

My body rolls on top of Harry's before I even have a chance to think about it. My legs on either side of his hips and my hands on his shoulders, I lean down and begin to plant wet kisses on his chest.

"Joe, what are-" I cut him off by nibbling at the skin covering his neck. "Fuck, Joe what-"

"I want us to do it," What the fuck? Way to go, calling sex, it. "I mean if you-" 

This time I'm cut off, Harry grips my waist and turns us over so he's now on top. 

"You're kidding, right? Of course, I want you Joe, but since when do friends-"

I smirk up at him, "We don't have to be friends anymore."

Huh? Since when did I decide that? Fuck me.

"Are you asking me out, Ms Hemmings?" He returns my smirk, only, it makes me so fucking wet. 

"I guess I am Mr Styles." 

"Technically, in a normal situation, the guy is supposed to ask the girl out." Harry chuckles leaning down to kiss along my exposed collar bone. 

I almost moan as his lips come into contact with my skin, "But we're not normal, Mr Styles."

"I can't argue with you on that one, love." He mumbles against my skin, which sends shivers throughout my body.

Am I really going to ask it?

Ah, fuck it.

"So? Will you be my boyfriend?"

I get my answer when Harry removes his lips from my neck and smashes them against my own. He kisses me hungrily, desperate even. 

And soon my shirt along with my pants are removed from my body and tossed to the floor, leaving me in just my underwear. 

Harry's olive eyes scan my bottom, he takes his bottom lip between his teeth and says, "Beautiful, so beautiful." Leaning down, Harry kisses me briefly before stretching over to a drawer beside the bed and pulls out a foil package.

Oh shit, it's really happening. Am I ready for this? 

It kinda was my idea. Idiot.

"Are you sure?" Comes his question, he places the package on the pillow next to my head but when I nod he says, "No, I need you to tell me. Do you want to do this? because I can wait, Joe." 

"Yes, Harry, I want this." My voice almost betrays me. 

He then leans down once more and brings our lips together, his tongue sliding into my mouth and tangles with my own. While his hand grips the foil package and the sound of foil ripping and our heavy breathing fills the room. 

Separating our lips, Harry sits up and removes his boxers. "Want to put it on me baby girl?" 

"Harry, I don't know how." My statement causes him to laugh, I mean he actually fucking laughs, dimples showing and all. "Sorry." I feel heat rush to my cheeks.

"It's alright," Is all he says before he rolls the rubber over himself. "If we're going to do this, these have to come off." He refers to my underwear. 

I chuckle and unclip my bra but Harry's hands remove it from my body, "So bloody beautiful." He mumbles leaning down and plants kisses on my newly exposed skin. 

While he does that, I reach down and rid my body of the final piece of clothing. Now fully naked beneath him, I feel embarrassed. 

He's seen me naked before and we've had sex (while drunk) but now that it's going to happen when sober, I'm nervous.

"Are you completely sure about this? I don't want it to seem like I'm forcing you, Joe." I give him my answer by wrapping both my legs around his waist, this action almost forcing him into me. But luckily for me, I feel his length hit me just below my entrance. This causes him to chuckle, saying, "Alright, but if I hurt you, I'll stop."

I nod my head as he lines himself up and in a swift, gentle movement, he enters me. 

My eyes slam shut but Harry's voice causes me to reopen them, "No, Joe, keep them open please." He strains out, diving further into my body but slowly. "Fuck, Joe, are you ok?"

I want to tell him it doesn't hurt but it does, even though I know we've both done this before it still fucking hurts. It feels like a pinching sensation, the further inside he slides, the worse the pain becomes.

"Fuck, I'm hurting you." Concern is written all over his face, he stops himself from going deeper. 

My hands find their way around his neck, and with my mouth parted I tell him, "You can move, I can handle the pain." 

Searching my face Harry nods his head and continues to go deeper. When I feel his groin flush against mine, I bring my lips against his, kissing him with everything I have. "Y-you can move," I whisper against his lips.

And then, he begins to gently rock his hips, sliding himself out and back in. Although pain is still there which each movement of his hips, I try not to think about it.

I'm doing this to see whether it will jog memories. 

But a gasp leaves my throat when Harry finds a spot within me, pleasure replaces the pain I once felt. 

"Fuck, Joe," Harry grunts, taking both my hands and pins them above my head. His thrusts pick up and I cannot help but moan. "I'm not hurting you? Am I?"

"No," My legs tighten around his hips making him dive into me deeper. "You can go faster," 

And he does.

Soon, the sound of our heavy breathing, moans and our body's coming together fills the room and bounces off its walls. 

Curses fall from Harry's lips when my hips rise to meet his half way I notice how his eyes slam shut, and droplets of sweat form along his forehead and roll down his temples. Finally, he releases my hands but changes our position.

He's now kneeling on the bed with me on his lap, my legs on either side of his as he continues his movements. This position causes us to gasp at the depth it allows him to go. And soon, it's all too much for my body and waves of pleasure-bursts throughout my lower regions. But it's not over yet, Harry continues to roll his hips upwards into me, riding out my high until his takes over him. 

"Oh fuck," He moans, hands gripping my hips as he spills inside the condom. 

With my head resting on his shoulder, and my eyes closed I try to recollect myself and calm my breathing.

"Baby let'sh go back to my place," A man's voice echo's in my ear but it's not Harry's. "W-we can have-e s-shome fu-un." 

"I told you, I'm not interested." Comes my voice but I didn't speak.

In my mind I can see a man standing before me, his eyes are dark brown almost black and he's fat. I recognise him to be the man from the photograph Karren showed us.

A gasp leaves my throat when I feel Harry lay me on the bed and slide out of me. I open my eyes to find him tossing the used rubber into a trash can. 

"Harry," I call out, he turns around and walks back over to the bed. "Harry, I remember, I know who the man is that works for my Uncle."

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A/N: Woah *wipes sweat from forehead* 

Well, that was very interesting.