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✧2 AM in the morning my mind is on you
4 AM in the morning it still hasn't moved ✧

Adriana

That was all Harry could think about for that whole week: his night with Adriana. It was torturous. He'd often find his mind drifting away from whatever he was supposed to think about, to that steamy one-night stand he had with the mysterious beauty he met a week ago. There were random times where she'd occupy his thoughts, such as whenever he'd try to sleep. Sometimes he'd be up late night, tossing and turning around thinking about her.

He needed her. He needed to feel her under him again, with his hands holding onto her hips while he would pound into her again and again.

"God dammit," Harry cursed lightly under his breath, leaning his forehead into his left hand with his elbow resting on keys of his piano, letting out an odd noise.

He couldn't even concentrate while working. He set his pencil down on the music rack of the grand piano, pulling his head back a little to gaze at his sheet music. It was incomplete and he hated it because it was a result of being distracted by his lustful thoughts. Harry worked part time as a music professor at Julliard, one of the most widely recognized names in higher music education in the world.

It was the best, most prestigious music school anyone could go to. Harry was a music prodigy and entered Julliard at quite a young age, finishing off with a D.M.A., a doctoral academic degree in music. He was as qualified as one can be, a professor at Julliard and a talented composer.

He found himself reminiscing about that lustful night, lips pressing tight and jaw clenching when he remembered the way her breasts bounced with every trust and her lips part to let out those sinful, sweet moans. He felt his crotch tighten at the thoughts, making his gaze flick down to between his legs, eyes widening at his semi-hard on. He started thinking of things that disgusted him to get rid of his boner. Niall's dick, Niall's one-night stand stories, Niall...

"Mr. Styles."

Harry snapped his head towards the entrance of his door, dropping his hands to his lap as he smiled lightly at the young woman who stood there. Carmen was one of Harry's students, a young 20-year old woman who was talented at playing multiple instruments, including the cello and piano. Carmen smiled at him, hoping that this time she'd be able to seduce him in some way as she had changed her technique slightly after the numerous times she'd hit on him but he'd never notice it because he was pretty naive and blind.

"Hi Carmen," Harry greeted her as she made her way to him. "You okay?"

"I am, but I need some help with this piece of music I've been writing lately," she said, pulling out a sheet of music and handing it to him.

"Of course," he said, gesturing for her to sit next to him, making her bite her lip to hide her smirk.

She sat down next to him on the bench, surprising him a little as the proximity between their bodies was practically non-existent because she was pressed up against him. He shuffled down the bench as she pointed out the areas she needed help with. He pointed out one of the bars on the sheet, rambling about some changes she could make while he felt himself grow uncomfortable with how close she was leaning in next to him. Even when he pulled away a bit, she'd follow. Harry almost jumped in his seat when she spoke up suddenly after a moment of silence.

"Oh what's this?" she exclaimed, suddenly grabbing his thigh, pale hand gripping the flesh near his crotch as she leaned forwards and grabbed the sheets of music he was working on.

"Ummm new music I'm working on," he said quickly, noticing that she still had taken her hand off his thigh.

He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to make things awkward by asking her to take her hand off, instead deciding to shuffle away from her so her hand would just slide off. His body slowly shuffled to the side once, hoping she didn't notice. She did, but she pretended to keep reading with her hand firmly planted on his thigh. She didn't really care that she was making him uncomfortable. Carmen was so used to having men desire her, she was positive Harry was just the same. He just needed a little encouraging.

Harry continued his shuffling method, shuffling further and further before realizing that he was at the end of the bench way too late when he slipped off it. His butt his the floor, arms flailing around clumsily as he landed with am 'oomph'. Carmen snapped her gaze to her right, widening with slight surprise and amusement when she saw him on the floor with red cheeks, scrambling to get up to his feet. Carmen rose to her feet, deciding to explain herself in a way where she would try to get him to desire her.

"Harry, I really-"

"I'm gay."

Carmen's eyebrows shot up in surprise; cheeks slightly flushed as she slowly stood up and walked over to where Harry had dropped her music sheets. She picked it up, mumbling a quick 'I'm sorry' before disappearing out of the room. Harry let out a small sigh, relieved that now he can relax whenever she was around because she always acted in an odd way around him and he never knew why but it made him uncomfortable. Little did he know that was the way any woman would act around him, with desire and lust.

He sat back down at his piano, shuffling around with his music sheets that Carmen had set down on the music rack again, before placing his fingers on the keys and replaying what he had already written down. He was trying something different with his music, something more jazz like and sensual, it was out of his comfort zone where he liked writing more happy, songs in major keys. But while playing, his mind kept imaging the piano piece playing in the background while he would fuck her slowly and sensually.

Her delicate fingers would be in his hair, dragging the digits down his long, chocolate curls while their lips would hover over each other's, short pants leaving their open mouths while Harry would move his hips relentlessly. He'd feel her soft thighs press tightly against his sharp hips in pleasure, soles of her feet dragging down the skin of his calves as he'd move in and out of her fluidly. She'd whisper into his ear to move faster, and harder. She'd tell him to fuck her until she'd be aching for weeks. He'd comply of course, moving out of his comfort zone just for her, only to find this new sense of euphoria as he'd snap his hips faster, pounding into her with such force high-pitched, breathless moans would escape her swollen lips.

Just then Harry's finger slipped and he missed a note, causing him to stop altogether. He dropped his head back, releasing a groan of frustration. His gaze flickered down to his pants, eyeing the boner he had with a sigh. He had to get rid of it before his next class. His gaze flickered down to the gold and silver Rolex watch that sat on his wrist, checking the time and exhaling in relief when he noticed he had around 45 minutes left. His feet carried him to the door where he locked it, making sure all the windows are covered before he walked over to his desk in the corner, deciding to sit there on his chair because it was more comfortable.

His teeth tugged at his lower lip, disliking how hard he was just at the thought of Adriana. He thought it was embarrassing and slightly pathetic that he couldn't contain his arousal whenever he thought about her. But he shrugged the feeling off, deciding to get it down with as he undid his belt, pulling the leather out of the buckle and setting it free. He popped the button of his pants before tugging the zipper down slowly, at this point his mind annoyingly enough decided to pretend it was Adriana doing all the movements. It was almost like he could see her there, kneeling between his legs, dark, hungry, lustful eyes gazing up at him while she would run her palm over his bulge, easing a bit of the tension.

He let out a shaky breath as he lifted his hips and peeled his pants off a bit, jade eyes widening a bit at how hard he was, straining again the white material of his tight boxers. His eyes fluttered shut as he ran his hand over his bulge, emitting a whimper when he imagined it as Adriana doing the action, then lowering her lips to place wet kisses over his covered length before gripping the band of the boxers. Just as he began to peel off, the familiar ring of an iPhone echoed across his room, the obnoxious vibrating of him was nearby, literally on his desk.

His eyes snapped open, a slight scowl taking over his features as he glanced over his phone, trying to see who the caller is, before grimacing again. It was Niall. He for sure wanted to ignore it and get on with what he was doing, but he didn't want to ignore it. Who knows? It might be an emergency Harry defended his actions, picking up the phone and slumping against the chair, answering the call.

"Hello Niall," he answered with a sigh.

"Peach, are you busy? I want an opinion," Niall spoke loudly into his phone.

"Actually I am quite busy-"

"Busy? Busy doing what? Jacking off?" Niall questioned jokingly with a snicker, before widening his eyes when he noticed Harry growing oddly silent on the other line, not denying it. Harry didn't want to lie to Niall. "You dirty fucker! Jacking off at work! To be honest, it's not like I haven't done it myself," Niall hummed in thought.

"Niall," Harry grimaced at his words. "It wasn't going away what was I supposed to do?"

"I dunno, why even do you have a boner in the first place?" Niall asked curiously, making gasping and laughing straight out. People around him thought he was crazy. "It's because of her isn't it? The Diamond Girl."

"Yes," Harry grumbled, sighing when Niall cackled again.

"Damn, her pussy so bomb you got a boner while playing the piano, go figure," Niall chuckled heartily, making Harry roll his eyes.

"And how do you know I'm playing the piano?"

"When are you not playing the piano? You're always playing it! Go put your fingers into some good use, like the Diamond Girl," Niall suggested dirtily, making Harry grimace again but also feeling his cock twitch when he actually considered what he said. "You never told me about that night, what the fuck did you guys do? I partially believe you didn't do anything because you're awkward self probably turned her off."

"You're so mean," Harry whined, shifting his hips and pulling his pants up to conceal himself because he felt odd sitting there with his pants down while talking on the phone. "She liked me okay?"

"Did she really? I'm sure you did something lame," Niall rolled his eyes, snickering when Harry grew quiet again in confirmation. "What did ya do, peach?"

"I kind of fumbled with the clasp of her bra for a bit until she had to do it herself," Harry mumbled out, making Niall burst out into laughter. "It's not even that funny!" Harry defended himself, making him laugh even more.

"Your ego must've deflated at that point," Niall continued to cackle, making Harry pout.

"It didn't? Well it kinda did until I think I heard her laugh at what I was doing," Harry said, frowning in thought as Niall paused.

"Really? Wow, I'd have expected her to be annoyed to be honest, because you're in the moment and you're fucking up with removing her bra and embarrassing yourself. Not a good look, peach," Niall said with a tsk, making Harry scowl.

"I'm sure she had a good time."

"How so?"

"She was moaning, I must've done something right," Harry said with a grin, making Niall snort.

"Was there any pillow talk going on at least?" Niall questioned, making Harry frown in confusion.

"What is pillow talk?"

"God peach, have I thought you nothing? I swear there's a song about it-"

"What does it mean?"

"Maybe I'm being delusional, of course there isn't a song about it, I would know-"

"Niall, what does it mean?" Harry yelled into the phone to get his attention, making Niall snap back to reality.

"It's basically the conversation that happens after making out or sex. It's just chill, inviting talk that really has not point, but it feels good. Doesn't have to be sexual nor follow anything sexual," Niall explained, making Harry nod slightly before frowning sadly.

"That didn't happen at all," he said in a quiet voice, liking the sound of pillow talk, but sad that it didn't happen.

"What? You guys didn't speak at all after sex?" Niall questioned in confusion, expecting Harry to have said something because he was Harry. He thought Harry would've probably thanked her for some bomb ass pussy because he was just like that.

"No, like right after sex she noticed I was staring at her and she was like 'what?' and I was like 'you're really pretty'. We cleaned up and then I fell asleep before we could talk anymore?"

"So you guys slept together," Niall mused. "Was she there the morning after?" he continued to ask, making Harry shake his head again and answer shortly.

"No she was gone before I woke up," Harry said with a sigh of disappointment.

"No note or whatever?"

"Nothing," Harry said again.

When Harry woke up the morning after the amazing night he had, he felt an odd sense of emptiness, waking up to cold sheets and the smell of her perfume lingering on the pillow he was hugging, expecting it to have been her warm body. He was disappointed, and slightly confused, expecting her to have been there at least for the morning after. He could've taken her out for breakfast, he thought. But his conscience reminded him that it was a one-night stand, meaning there wasn't supposed to be anything else after that.

Niall noticed that Harry had gone quiet again, biting his pink lower lip in pity because he knew how mesmerized Harry was by Adriana and it wasn't just because she was hot, but it was because he saw something that no one else could see. No, not her pussy, Niall told himself, just something special. He knew Harry was soft, and always wanted to treat women like princesses, even though some of them were rotten and often played with his heart because he was naïve and rich as fuck. Niall always looked out for Harry ever since he was a kid, and he wanted to keep on doing that.

He knew that Harry knew Adriana left because she was trying not to catch feelings at all costs, as well as to stop Harry from catching feelings. But it was obvious he was hooked onto her, and Niall didn't know if it was a good idea to let Harry fall into a situation where there was unrequited love. But then he thought about how Adriana did leave the morning after, without a note saying she had a good night, nor her number. He assumed she'd do it again if Harry was to have another night with her, so right then he decided to help his bestfriend get another night with the Diamond Girl.

"Okay peach, listen up. If you guys had such an amazing night, I'm sure she wouldn't mind wanting more, and so do you," Niall started to say, making Harry's brows lower and eyes narrow.

"Niall," he frowned. "What are you suggesting?"

"Why isn't it obvious? We're going back to The Neon Demons!"

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Ebony Saint Laurent boots stepped out onto the pavement, followed by Niall's ivory Gucci sneakers as they got out of Harry's Rolls Royce Phantom. Harry dragged his fingers through his lengthy curls, as he felt himself shiver. Niall gazed at him, fixing his newly done brunette hair before adjusting his jacket, him too freezing. They both bid Smithers goodbye before walking into the club.

Pale jade eyes scanned the large area, recognizing the familiar neon lights that illuminated the place in an enticing, sultry way. The Demons eyed the two men through their black lace masks, hoping that they'd be dancing for Niall and Harry at some point. The main stage had about three strippers dancing provocatively while the men around cheered and jeered, tossing dollar bills.

"I'll go talk to the manager about Adriana, see if she's here," Niall muttered to Harry before leaving him and disappearing.

Harry stood there with his lips in a small pout, wondering what to do while Niall was gone. He decided to go to the bar and have a drink, placing himself on one of the leather bar stools and resting his elbows on the counter. Whistling to get the bartender's attention, he then ordered a glass of whiskey and proceeded to sip at it while waiting for Niall.

His mind drifted back to his night with Adriana, biting his lip to contain the grin of excitement that threatened to slip out. He completely forgot about how her leaving in the morning without any indication that the night was great or not, nor did she want to do it again, and how that was a hint for him that it was just a one-night thing. But little did Harry know he had been slipping into Adriana's thoughts ever now and then during the week.

Adriana strutted around the club with her chin kicked up and shoulders back, walking with confidence and giving off a vibe that was so magnetic and irresistible. Her throat burned for a shot of tequila, which was the reason why she was making her way towards the bar, hoping she could bribe Stephan the bartender to give her one for free.

Adriana peered through her diamond-encrusted mask, noticing a few men looking her up and down, lustful gazes lingering on her ass and legs while she moved. She paid them no attention as her mind had suddenly forced her not to because none of them weren't the green eyed, curl-haired babe with the cute dimples that she fucked over a week ago.

It bothered her that during the week, thoughts of him would sneak into her mind and cloud it; forcing her to think of that amazing night they had together. She found it odd, and frustrating, never having had the need to be with someone like that again, to fuck someone again after a one-night stand. When she left him and settled down in New York, she laid herself some ground rules in order to avoid catching feelings and relationships in general.

Only one-night stands, no friends with benefits, no sleeping with the same person twice no matter how good the sex was, and the list went on. The last rule previously mentioned about sleeping with the same person twice was easy to maintain. She rarely ever found sex exciting and thrilling, until she met Harry of course. Until she fucked Harry. Now all she could think about was doing it again and breaking that rule.

Relax Adriana, she coaxed herself. As long as Harry doesn't come back wanting more, she was safe. She reminisced to how she woke up early in the morning only to leave without leaving a goodbye note or a 'hey last night was great' sort of note. It was typical of her, another one of her rules: never leave notes or any indication that you would want/want more. She always assumed that men would think that what happened was just a one-night thing, and that even if the sex was great (for them): she doesn't want it to happen again.

But when she left Harry, she spent a moment lingering back to gaze at him while he was sleeping instead of fleeing right after changing. He looked like a beautiful angel while sleeping. She struggled breaking free from him when the time came for her to leave, waking up to find the man with his strong tattooed arms wrapped firmly around her midriff, face tucked into the crook of her neck with his legs tangled with hers. Even when she managed to break free, he let out a sleep whine before throwing himself to the other side and hugging a pillow, extra pink lips pulled into a pout with his dark brows tugged over his closed eyes. He was adorable.

Adriana shook her head in frustration, wanting to clear her mind from him as she stepped up to the bar counter, gazing around to locate Stephan. His soft brown eyes met her dark ones, a small grin curling onto his lips as he made his way to her. Stephan was a sweet friend of hers, 'friends' is what he would consider them to be but Adriana never thought of him as that. Just some stranger would wanted to be nice to her, it was odd in her opinion, but also nice because it was good to see that this whole world isn't entirely filled with rotten people.

"Adriana," he greeted her, his leafy green eyes looking for her dark brown ones while he grinned at her. "How are you?"

"Good," she answered habitually, although her answers were never the truth. "I need a shot."

"Vodka?"

"Tequila, babe. I'm Mexican."

"Of course," he chuckled a little. "Coming right up," he told her, turning around to get her favorite bottle of tequila.

Adriana leaned against the bar counter, turning her head to gaze around as she waited for her drink before her eyes fell upon a familiar stranger. There he was, sitting there with his ring-clad fingers wrapped around his glass of alcohol while he gazed down at his phone, which he was tapping away on. She bit her lip as she eyed his body, loving the dark green Calvin Klein jumper with the word Obsession on it and black, tight skinny jeans that covered his body.

She smirked a little as she straightened her gaze, wondering if he was here for her. She had a show in about fifteen minutes, even if he wasn't here for her, he'd see her and remember their night together and probably question her about leaving the morning after. Stop over-thinking Adriana, she scolded herself.

"Tequila shot for the beautiful Adriana Decoux," Stephan announced loudly over the blaring music, setting down the tiny shot glass of brown liquid with a piece of lemon set on it.

Stephan's announcement caught Harry's attention, making his ears perk up and heart race when he heard her name, shifting his gaze to his left. There she was, looking as beautiful as every in a burnt orange bodysuit that complimented her complexion. He noticed her signature diamond-encrusted mask covered her face as she tipped her head back and downed the shot glass. She then quickly brought up the piece of lemon she had on her other hand, and with a grimace she sucked on it. While she did this, Harry was too busy gazing at her, admiring her body. He noticed the thick diamond choker that was wrapped around her throat, and the diamond chains that clung to her thighs, sparkling in the dim light brightly.

He watched her as she bid Stephan goodbye, leaning over the counter to kiss his cheek, making Harry's stomach tighten even though it was a friendly peck since Stephan and Adriana were just friends. He quickly shifted his gaze to his drink when she turned to walk past him, but then quickly blurting out a few words that he thought would sound smooth if he tried to say it in a low raspy tone. So he did.

"So your surname is Decoux?"

Adriana halted her movements at the sound of his voice, feeling her stomach coil at how low and raspy it sounded, remembering just how his moans sounded that way when she rode him. A smirk of amusement tugged at her lips, slowly turning around on her six-inch heels to face him. Harry mirrored her smirk when their eyes finally met, tongue poking out to wet his lips as she walked towards him and placed her hands on her hips.

"Yes that's my surname," she answered him with a snarky reply.

"Adriana Decoux," he said out loud, smiling right after. "I like the sound of that," he said to her, while she tried to ignore the way he said her name had her clenching her thighs.

She had only met him for the second time for approx. one minute and she already found herself getting turned on quiet easily. It was because she kept associating whatever happened at the moment, with the night they had. She kept looking at his lips and remembered the way they were wrapped firmly around her nipple. Her eyes would flicker to his hands, reminiscing to how they gripped her ass tightly while kissing her hungrily. Most of all, she could literally hear his moans echo in her ears, whenever he spoke in that low raspy voice of his.

"A Spanish name and a French surname," he added, making her lips quirk up in a smile.

"That's because I am French, and Mexican," she said to him, making her eyebrows dart up.

"That's hot," he blurted out, before biting his lip at how lame he must've sounded. She let out a small laugh at his words; making his cheeks flush. "I mean- it's pretty cool because you probably speak both languages, which is quite impressive might I say-" he rambled before he was cut off when a loud voice interrupted him.

"What's your surname?" she cut him off, noticing that he just wanted to stop embarrassing himself so she used the opportunity to ask the question she had in mind.

"Styles," he responded, making her nod with a slight smirk on her lips.

"Harry Styles."

"Yeah," he nodded, smiling when she did.

He was caught off-guard when she placed her hands on his knees where they were bent with his legs propped up on the leg rest underneath the stool. Adriana's conscience questioned her mentally on what she exactly she was doing, but she shook it off, just wanting to get closer to him.

Her hot palms slipped further up as she stepped between his legs, face inches away from his as his breath was caught in his throat. She slid her palm up to his chest, resting it over where his heart was. She smirked inwardly when she felt his hands rest on her hips, green eyes gazing deep into hers. He could feel her warm breath on his lips, his gaze flickering to hers wanting to press his ones against her soft pink lips.

"I like the sound of that," she murmured lowly, trailing a black almond shaped nail along his sharp jawline.

Before Harry could even response, they were interrupted by a loud calling of his name, causing Adriana to snap her head to the side, studying a blue-eyed brunette who had just approached them. His eyes widened at the sight of her, before narrowing when his pink lips curled into a smile of amusement.

"Hello love, I'm Niall," he introduced himself to her with a nod of his head. "Are you performing tonight?"

"Yes I am, in a few minutes actually so I should get going," she said quickly, gaze flickering to Harry before she turned to him. "I'll see you later," she leaned down and pecked his cheek, catching him off-guard as his body tense up before she rose and winked at him.

Harry and Niall watched her as she disappeared into the crowd, both of their gazes lingering around her lower region where the diamond chains shone brightly in the dark lighting. Niall leaned closer to Harry, then parting his lips to say a few words that made Harry scowl and shove him.

"Do you think she's into threesomes? I kinda want her to ride my face."

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