AN: Hey hi. This chapter sucks and I def wouldn't recommend. Pls ignore :)

Love you guys to the moon and farther.

~Alex

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The meeting seemed to be lasting forever.

Harry had entered a tall building over an hour ago and I was now sitting outside on a bench, struggling to keep still as I could still feel his warm hands and cool rings pressed against my skin. My bottom lip was raw from where I had been chewing on it and my thighs were sore from squeezing them together.

The effects this man had on me. Good God.

My phone was the only thing that seemed to be distracting me at the moment, although the background picture of Harry and I snuggling on the couch sent my mind racing straight back to him.

I remembered the way his lips felt against my neck as his hands ghosted themselves over the sensitive skin of my stomach and hips. The smallest touches always sent my senses into overdrive and it was as if my body craved his touch. His touch was a drug for me.

And boy was I addicted.

The way he made my heart race and my breath to hitch in my throat was almost unbearable, but it was something that I felt as if I couldn't go without. He made me feel so good. Not just sensually, but physically as well.

I wanted to make him feel good.

I wanted his heart to race and his breath to hitch in his throat. I wanted to hear him moan my name as I made him feel good in ways unimaginable. I just wanted to let him know how good he made me feel - if not even better than that.

My mind still felt guilty for leading him on so many times and making him feel like I didn't want him. It was something I never wanted him to feel ever again and I promised myself he never would. His heart was too pure to be left feeling like he wasn't wanted - when in reality he was the only thing I wanted.

"Hurry up, Styles," I mutter underneath my breath as my leg bounces impatiently while watching people walk out of the building who weren't him.

Loving couples passed me and I find myself closing my eyes, taking deep breaths. Never have I felt this way before. I've never felt the need for someone this strongly before - not even with Niall. Harry was different it seemed like. He knew exactly how to touch me and kiss me that had me hanging on for more. Every kiss never seemed like enough and every touch never seemed to burn long enough on my skin.

I just wanted more. More of Harry.

My phone dings as I get a text message, scrambling to see who it was from.

The Artist
2:53 p.m.
Getting onto the elevator now. Won't be much longer.

"Thank God," I sigh, becoming more and more impatient as the anticipation of seeing him walk out of the building grew with each passing second.

I practically moan in satisfaction once I see him emerge from the french doors, his eyes meeting mine as I pop up from the bench and walk up to him, "Sorry it took me so long, Flower," he smiles sweetly at me.

I shake my head at him before reaching out and grabbing his shirt, pulling him against me as I kiss his lips with desire and urgency, "I want you. Now," I mumble against his lips, earning an urgent whine from Harry.

"Car," he replies quickly before practically carrying me towards his car, barely lifting me off of the sidewalk as he walks.

Thankfully, he had parked in a remote area of the parking lot that wasn't too far away, making it to his car in record time as he practically ran. We both climb into his car, placing hot and urgent kisses to each other's lips as we let our hands roam over each other's bodies.

"Fuck, baby. I want to make you feel so good," Harry says as we sit side by side, bodies pushing up against each other.

"Then make me feel good," I whimper as he connects his lips onto the sensitive skin on my neck, his tongue and lips gliding easily over the hot skin.

His hands once again unbutton my jeans and I quickly take them off, climbing onto his lap. "A thong?" He quirks his eyebrow at me, mischievous thoughts racing through his eyes as his hands grip my ass, his cold rings and warm fingers sending chills down my spine.

"Mhm," I hum while unbuttoning his trousers, hearing his sharp gasp.

"Aurora. What are you doing?" He says wearily, watching my hands as I unzip his zipper.

"I'm going to make you feel good, too," I tell him, tugging at the waistband. He bucks his hips up as I slide his trousers down to the middle of his thighs, "Is that okay?"

He connects our lips once more, this time expressing his need for me by kissing me urgently. Once he pulls away, I notice how his pupils were blown, very little green still evident, "Of course it's okay, but I don't want you to feel like you have to."

I shake my head, smiling a bit as I peck his lips, "I want to. I really want to."

My hand slips underneath his black briefs, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing erection, "Oh, fuck," he hisses through his teeth, tilting his head back as his mouth parts slightly. I take the opportunity to start leaving a string of kisses down his neck, sliding the rest of his boxers down his thighs as he once again bucks his hips up.

I gulp harshly as I look down, eyes widening as I take him in. Before I even had the chance to comment, his fingers slip into my underwear, one long finger running over my bundle of nerves, "Oh, fuck," I repeat his words, gasping as every nerve in my body is set on fire.

"Mm, you're so fucking wet for me, Flower," he whispers as my thumb runs across his strained tip, feeling the few drips of pre-cum, "Dear God, Aurora " Harry throws his head back, chest heaving up and down as he seems to grow harder in my hand.

I'm my own mess as his forefinger rubs circles across my clit, writhing against his hand as the pleasure was pure bliss. The feeling of not being able to squeeze my thighs together sets me on edge as I practically fall apart almost automatically. "Harry," I moan as he slips a finger inside of me, moving in and out at a rhythmic pace.

My hand follows his pace as I begin pumping my hand up and down him. A line of curse words follows suit and he adds another finger, picking up his pace. "This is going to be embarrassingly fast," Harry pants as our eyes meet.

"Mm, me too," I say just as he kisses me again, our lips dancing together while our hands were rather busy, "Oh my God, Harry," Moans leave my mouth as his pace quickens, my stomach tightening as I feel my climax nearing.

We were both a moaning and twitching mess as our hands pleased each other, chests heaving, and stomachs tightening as we both started to reach our highs.

My hips bucked against his hand as my hand pumps him quickly. "God don't stop, Flower," he whines as his eyes flutter closed. He leans forward and places his lips to my neck, the feeling of his lips and his fingers almost too much for me to handle.

Pure bliss and hot tension filled the car, nerves shot, and strings of moans and curse words leaving our swollen pink lips.

The feeling was heavenly and I felt as if I were floating on a cloud made of pleasure as his fingers pumped in and out of me. Although I was focused on making Harry feel good, I couldn't help but to get lost in my own little world.

I watch him as he closes his eyes, pink lips parted as gasps and moans fall from them. His cheeks were tinged pink and his hair was a beautiful mess as I had one of my hands entangled in them, pulling slightly as my body writhed and twitched on top of his fingers. Long eyelashes rested themselves on his cheekbones, his eyes fluttering underneath his closed eyelids.

His breathing hitched and his bottom lip slips between his teeth as I squeeze him lightly before quicking my pace. I connect my lips onto his neck that was flush with heat, his soft moans vibrating my lips, and traveling throughout my entire body. I pull away to watch as his jaw becomes slacked, feeling him twitch in my hand. His other hand on my hip grips harder, his muscles flexing underneath his navy blue shirt.

He was undeniably beautiful in so many ways.

"Flower," he moans, eyes fluttering open to reveal glazed over forest green eyes, "You feel so good."

His words and lust-filled eyes push me closer to my climax, almost causing me to come undone immediately, "I'm so close," I whisper.

"Come for me, baby," he says breathlessly, his eyes never leaving mine.

My jaw becomes slack and more moans fall from my lips as I reach the high of my climax, moaning his name and feeling my whole body wrack with pleasure and relief as I let go, "Fuck, Harry," I pant as my grip tightens on the fistful of his curls in my hand.

His fingers continue to pump in and out of me as he too reaches his high, my name and a line of curse words escaping his swollen lips, "Aurora," he breathes as we both come down from our highs, our eyes never once leaving each other.

I lay my head against his chest as he slips his fingers out of me, hearing how fast his heart was pounding and his uneven breathing, "That was fucking amazing. I've never came so hard in my entire life," I breathe out.

"Fuck, me neither," he sighs, kissing the top of my head, "You looked so beautiful on top of me, baby."

My cheeks flush red at his compliment, "I think we both need showers now."

Harry chuckles softly and I feel him reach for something, "You've got a little something on your shirt," he says and I sit up, looking down to see the wetness on my shirt, "Sorry about that," he says and I notice the napkins in his hand as he starts wiping it away as best as he can.

"Don't apologize," I hum and lean forward to kiss his lips, "I'm glad I could finally make you feel good."

"Oh, darling. You didn't just make me feel good," Harry smiles, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue, "You made me feel amazing."

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"Give me my clothes, Harold!" I yell at Harry from the other side of my bathroom door, shivering as I stand there naked without a towel.

"You have to come out first!" He yells back at me.

"Not happening!" I huff in annoyance.

Apparently, while I was in the shower, Harry had snuck into the bathroom and took all of the towels and my clothes.

I quickly search around the bathroom for anything remotely big enough to cover my body. My eyes land on the shower curtain and I smile triumphantly to myself. I wrap the large fabric around my body, shrugging my shoulders once I realize exactly how big it was.

"Okay. I'm coming out," I say while twisting the doorknob.

Harry laughs triumphantly, "Finally. I thought you- hey!" He pouts once he takes in the shower curtain that covered my body, the smile falling from his face and his shoulders slumping.

"I came out of the bathroom. That's what you wanted," I smirk at him while snatching my clothes from his hands, "You can't always win, Styles," I disappear back inside of my bathroom to get dressed quickly, wrapping my hair up in the white towel.

My mind wanders back to our time in the back of Harry's car, my fingers grazing over the love bites Harry had left on my collarbone and jawline. My knees still seemed to be shaking from the indescribable pleasure I had felt only a few minutes ago. Never in my life have I felt that good before.

Harry was nowhere to be seen as I walk back into my bedroom. "H?" I call for him, walking down the hall and into the kitchen. Soft talking catches my attention and I peek my head around the corner to see Harry talking on the phone with someone.

"I can't meet today. I'm busy," he says in a hushed voice, "I can do tomorrow."

He must be talking to Maria.

My blood begins to boil as I hear him laugh softly, jealousy flooding my senses.

Stop, Aurora. Jealousy never leads to any good.

"Okay sounds good. See you tomorrow then?" He says quickly, nodding his head a bit as he laughs again, "Bye, Maria. J'ai hâte de te voir," he hangs up and takes a deep breath, stuffing his phone into his back pocket.

I hide behind the corner as he turns around, counting to ten before I walk into the kitchen, "You thought you were sneaky, didn't you?" I smile at him, running my fingers over his bare skin. I try to hide the pain in my eyes as I force the smile.

"Guilty," Harry smiles down at me while tucking my hair behind my ears, holding my face in both of his hands.

"Thank you for today," I breathe out, wrapping my arms around him.

He pecks my forehead and then the tip of my nose, "No. Thank you. I never knew someone's hand could be so talented."

I shake my head with a laugh, "Says the artist," I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes as he places his chin on top of my head, trailing his hands down to my waist.

The laughter and smiles were hard to fake, but not impossible. But knowing Harry, he would catch on sooner or later and my guess would be sooner rather than later.

And that was the thing about Harry.

He was impossible to read, yet he could read me as if I were an open book.

My fake smiles and fake laughter would eventually stop working and he'd figure out that something is wrong. I'd be too scared to confront him about Maria and then another web of lies would be strung. I'd either blame it on missing my family or some other stupid reasoning.

So the only thing I could do at the moment was hold Harry while I waited for it all to come crashing down.

And that's what I did.

I held him as if he were the only thing holding me onto this planet. I held him as if he was my sun, my moon, and my Earth. I held him as if he was my entire universe.

The warmth of his skin became my sun. The rhythmic beating of his heart became my moon. The rising and falling of his chest became my Earth.

His touch became my universe.