This is the one you've all been waiting for...

Songs to listen to while reading:

I Wanna Be Yours – Arctic Monkeys (I'll let you know when to play)

"You have to be fucking kidding me!" I snap, eyes staying on Harry. Marching towards him until—

Splash.

Please tell me that I didn't just fall into the swimming pool...

Well, the water surrounding me gives me my answer. I swim to the side where the steps are, splashing the water around me. And of course this happens on the night I decided to wear a dress. I try and push the floating material down but it only floats back up.

I said that the swimming pool is bad for drunk people!

Falling into the pool has just added gasoline to the fire that is my anger, I huff now standing outside of the pool. "Oh my gosh Lex, are you alright?" Zendaya asks me, holding my face while scanning my body for non-existent injuries.

"I'm fine." I mumble, walking away from them and towards the booths. Nothing is stopping me.

That is until Cara pulls my arm, forcing me to stop walking. "You're drunk, do you really want to do this now?" She asks, her tone serious.

"Yes." I reply, looking her dead in the eye.

She only pauses for a brief moment before replying, "Then I will fully support you, come on. Let's go..." Cara answers and I swear that I couldn't love her more than what I do in this moment. She holds my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine as we walk towards the booth that the guys are sat at. Zendaya and Hailee follow close behind us. I can feel the water in my Doc Marten slosh around, making me want to cringe at the feeling.

We stop walking when we get to the table, Cara lets go of my hand and stands behind me, giving me the spotlight. I stare at Harry, ignoring the parasite that is still sat on him. He hasn't even noticed that I'm standing next to him. A pool of water begins to form around me from the water leaking from my dress, I'm a mess right now.

"What are you doing here?" Stacey asks me, voice full of disgust as she eyes my drowned appearance. I notice the black sequin dress that has ridden up to the tops of her thighs from the way she is sat on Harry.

This causes Harry to turn nonchalantly to look at who Stacey is talking to, his eyes widening as soon as he realises that I am standing next to him. "What—what are you doing here? Lexi, why are you wet?"

"Wouldn't you like to know..." I reply. Maybe that wasn't the best come back but I'm still drunk and unfortunately the first thing that comes to my head will be said.

"Yeah!" Cara yells from behind me, backing me up even though I haven't said anything significant.

My eyes leave Harry's, scanning over the rest of the people at the booth. Niall is staring at Cara, Zayn is sipping his drink and Louis is looking between Harry and I. The two men that I do not know are talking to each other, ignoring my presence.

I clear my throat, "I just wanted to come here to tell you to go and fuck yourself." I give a small smile before taking a tip from Zendaya's dancing, showing Harry my middle finger.

I turn to walk away but Harry grabs my arm, "Lexi, please can we talk about this?" He whispers so that only I can hear.

I raise my hand, my hand slicing through the air before connecting with Harry's cheek. "Go Lex!" Cara squeals from behind me. Harry's eyes are wide as he rubs his cheek, he wasn't expecting that.

Stacey bites her lip, smirking at me. I lean forward, pressing my pointer finger to her forehead and pushing her so that her body falls backwards, her legs flailing in the air as she ends up rolling off of the booth and landing back first on the floor.

I take one last look at Harry's face; he looks distraught if I was to guess. Ignoring the panging feeling in my chest, I walk away from the booth so that he can't see how upset I really am.

Zendaya runs up to my side, putting her arm over my shoulder as she pulls me in for a side hug.

I hate the fact that I start comparing myself to Stacey, even though I hate her; I can't deny how beautiful she is.

What the fuck just happened?

**********

Hailee parks the golf cart in Harry's garage, "Niall is almost here to take us home, you go inside and get into bed." Cara instructs, pulling me in for a loving hug. "I love you so much." She mumbles against my hair.

"I love you girls." I mumble, closing my eyes while taking a deep breath.

Once I finish giving Zendaya and Hailee a hug, I enter the house, closing the garage door behind me and locking it. Closing my eyes as I lean my back against the door.

"How the fuck did you get home?"

Harry's voice interrupts the silence, causing me to jump from fright. "I didn't see your car, I thought you weren't home." I reply, my hand over my chest where my heart is beating against my ribs.

"I parked around the corner in case you wouldn't come home if you knew I was here. Now, how the fuck did you get home?" He says, his voice sounding too calm.

"We took the golf cart." I reply bluntly, walking towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Harry asks, stomping up behind me.

"Where does it fucking look like? I'm going to bed Harry. I don't want to see you." I start to climb the first step but Harry grabs my wrist to stop me.

"Please can we talk about this? It's not what it looks like..." He mutters, his voice softer than before.

"You did not just fucking say that!" I scream, turning around fast so that his hand swings off of my wrist. "What was it then, huh? You and Stacey deserve each other." I spit. I shove his shoulder with my own while walking past him and to the kitchen, I need a green tea. I can't sleep with this asshole stressing me out like this.

"Okay, just listen to me. You don't have to say anything, just let me explain and then you can decide if you want to see me or not? Please Lexi..." I make eye contact with him, taking in the upset look on his face.

God, I'm so soft.

I flick the switch for the kettle down to start it, "You have until this water is boiled and then I am going to my room." I state.

He breaths out slowly before starting his explanation, "We were working. We didn't know we were going to end up at the club, King changed the meeting location last minute."

"So, your job is to have Stacey sit on your lap?"

"No—No! She was part of the job. The two guys that were in suits, they are drug dealers. They deal to higher class people like celebrities. King needed some new ones to join since Morgan from Mendacious stole a few of his men by giving them a better money offer that they couldn't refuse. King needed them to up one on Morgan. Stacey was there to dance for the men, distract them while we made the deal with them—"

"Why was she sat on you then?" I interrupt sternly, crossing my arms over my chest.

Harry runs his hands over his face in frustration, "Just listen, I'm getting to that. After we made the deal for the men, they wanted to celebrate their new jobs so they said that Stacey could dance for the rest of us as well. Niall immediately came up with the excuse that he was gay so I couldn't use that one! It would look suspicious if I said no, we don't trust them yet. They could tell outside sources that I have someone in my life that they could use against me, they could send more people to come after you." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Did you see my hands on her?"

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Did you see my hands on her body?" I think back to what I saw back at the club, Stacey on Harry's lap with her arms over his shoulder. But I didn't see Harry touching her.

"No—"

Harry starts walking towards me, "I wouldn't do that to you baby."

I take a deep breath with my eyes staring at my Doc Martens, relishing in the feeling that my lungs are finally accepting the air I offer them.

Andddddd... THIS IS YOUR WARNING. SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD!!!

*PLAY THE SONG NOW*

I notice Harry's feet, now toe to toe with my own. He puts his finger under my chin, guiding my head up so that I make eye contact with his emerald eyes. "Were you jealous, Alexandria?" He stares at me with a humourless look on his face, until a smirk sprouts from the corners of his mouth.

I push his hands away from my face, "No, I wasn't jealous." I scoff.

"Why didn't you like Stacey sitting on my lap, huh?" He ignores what I've said, leaning forward causing me to lean backwards so my lower back is now pressed against the kitchen counter.

"Did you want it to be you?" He continues, putting his hands on either side of my body but not touching me, caging me in from leaving.

"Why don't you want other women touching me?" He whispers as he leans into my ear.

And just like that, I break.

"No! I don't want other women touching you Harry because that should be me! I want to be the only one that touches you because I like you... Okay! Is that what you wanted to hear? Well, there you go—"

"More than a friend?" Harry interrupts.

"What?"

"Do you like me more than a friend?"

"Yes Harry, I—"

"Say it." He states, raising his hands to hold my face.

"I like you more than a friend."

Harrys lips meeting my own is the thing that stops my breath. I don't even have time to process what I've just admitted out loud.

He kisses me like my lips were the last breath of air he would ever get.

I grab the sides of his silk shirt, pulling his body to press against my own. I need him closer. I need him.

He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. I open my mouth, allowing his tongue to slide in, massaging our tongues together.

The kiss turns more desperate at the taste of each other, our teeth begin clinking together. He swirls his tongue around my own. I pull back slightly, biting his bottom lip before letting it go.

We stand still, lips just barely touching as we become dizzy from breathing each other's air in. Without warning his hands reach for the back of my thighs, pulling them up so they wrap around his waist so I am now sitting on the kitchen counter.

"That's all I've wanted to hear for a long time Lexi..." Harry says breathlessly. Before I can reply, he leans forward, tucking my hair behind my shoulder. His lips latch onto my neck, leaving open mouth kisses down my neck and to my shoulder.

My hands grab his arms for balance, gripping his muscles through his shirt. I lean my head back, panting into the air. I feel drunk but a different kind of drunk than one through alcohol, I feel drunk on Harry. I feel intoxicated with my head dizzy and heart racing.

Harry lifts his head from the home he seems to have made on my neck, "Spread your legs, I want to feel how turned on I made you. Can I do that? Can I touch you Lexi?" He asks breathlessly, eyes swollen.

I nod faster than ever before, "Just don't touch—"

"Your side, I know angel." He interrupts, moving his hands to my thighs, opening them wider until he is happy. "I just need to hear your consent first; I need to make sure that you want this."

"Yes, I want this so badly Harry. Please touch me." The sound of my begging causes Harry to whimper softly. I sit so my hands are behind me, keeping my body sat up.

His right hand slides up my thigh antagonisingly slowly, while his left hand holds my face in place so that we are making eye contact. "Take your eyes off of mine and I'll stop."

His hand travels up my dress, the material bunching up so that it is covering the sides of my upper thighs. His thumb slides under the band of my underwear, so close to touching the place that is pulsing for him.

His hand starts to slide further into the side of my underwear but his hand struggles to fit under the material. The slight sting on my hips and the sound of material tearing indicate that this man has in fact, torn my underwear off of my body.

"Harry?" I say with a small giggle, sounding shocked.

"I don't have patience for that right now, I need to touch you." He states.

I gasp at the feeling of his thumb dragging slowly through my slit. He stops his movement, causing me to open my eyes that shut. "I told you to keep your eyes open Lexi."

"Okay, okay..." I puff.

His hand that was holding my face, travels down my chest and reaches under the material of my dress. He slides his hand into my bra and starts stroking my nipple while sliding his thumb through my slit with his other hand.

I bite my lip to conceal the moans that are stuck in my throat, "Don't stay quiet, I want to hear how I'm making you feel." Harry mutters, his eyes darting between both of his hands.

I let go of the breath I was holding, letting out a small whimper along with it. His thumb moves to my clit, circling at a slow pace causing my back to arch. "Beautiful." Harry breathes, staring into my eyes now while he keeps up his smooth movements on my clit. I clench uncontrollably and let out a small moan without thinking.

"Someone has a praise kink..." Harry teases. I let out breathy laugh, not being able to think of a sarcastic comment to reply with due to the slow build up I'm beginning to feel in my stomach.

I moan out Harry's name which makes him let out a small moan in return. "Tell me what you want me to do." He shakily asks, still focusing on the movements of his hand.

I reach for his hand that is touching my nipple, sliding it out of my dress and moving it slowly to my neck. "Choke me." I plead. I don't even know where this is coming from, I just know that this is what I want in this moment. Harry's thumb and pointer finger respond instantly by pressing on the sides of my neck causing a rush to my head. Harry obeying me without a second thought.

He keeps his hand left hand wrapped around my neck. His other hand is focused on pleasuring me in a way I've never felt before. His thumb drags through my folds, spreading the moisture all the way up to my clit before circling it a few times, then dragging his thumb back down. It's causing a slow but perfect feeling building up, like a balloon being blown up with the breath of each movement of Harry's fingers, just growing until it's ready to burst.

Harry keeps his eye contact with me, swallowing hard as he watched my body writhe at his actions. I feel like my whole body is sweating, my legs are beginning to shake, my breaths shortening.

"Harry, I'm—" He tightens the grip around my neck to cause more of a head rush.

"Good girl."

And as those words finish leaving Harry's mouth, the balloon in my stomach ruptures. Time feels like it slows and fastens at the same time. My body stills, Harry's name falling off of my tongue repeatedly. Pleasure flowing through what feels like my entire body.

I start to come back to reality, noticing Harry's hand that was around my neck is now on my lower back, holding me up. He lifts his other hand, putting his three fingers that he used to pleasure me with, into his mouth. Sucking them as if he had just eaten a meal.

"We should do this more often." He whispers while leaning towards me, pressing soft kisses to my neck.

Did that just happen or am I having one of my Harry sex dreams again?

Harry laughs, "No darling, that actually happened. Tell me about these sex dreams you have..."

Why do I keep saying shit out loud that I shouldn't?

"I would do anything for you, you know that right?" He asks, now holding my face in his hands. Placing small kisses all over my face.

"Does that mean you aren't going to let other women sit on your lap anymore?" I joke, holding his forearms, thumb stroking him softly with my thumbs.

"I don't know about that; it was kind of hot when you slapped me." I let out a loud giggle at his reply, pushing his shoulder in amusement. "You better stop friend zoning me now."

I roll my eyes playfully at his reply, "Yeah, yeah."

He moves forward again, holding my face and giving me a short peck on the lips. "Let's go to bed."

Harry helps me off of the kitchen counter by holding me by my ribs, I wince at the feeling of my skin peeling away from the counter from sitting there for too long.

"Your room or mine?" Harry asks, taking his hand in my own as we walk towards the stairs.

I can't help the significant smile that graces itself onto my face, "Yours."

I feel so happy in this moment. He made sure that it was something that I wanted to do. He called me beautiful. He made sure I was comfortable. He isn't leaving me alone after. I'm not used to this, but it's something that I can get used to.

Authors note:

Me after that chapter:

Thank you for being so patient with me. This was my first time writing smut and i'm kind of bricking it lol.

I LOVE YOU WITH MY ENTIRE BEING.

See you in the next one!

~Jess💜