"What's your favorite song?" The text read as she glanced down from her place in carpool line early Tuesday the week after she and the boys swam at harry's.

Alysia hadn't seen Harry as his week was as he described, "mental." They had been texting a fair bit while he was in studio. She found he liked to text her random questions, What's your favorite book, movie, place, beach, restaurant." Some of them she readily answered, other's she had to call because how could she be expected to pick one book, one??? This was a calling situation. Her pseudo beau was a musician, a musician's musician. She felt like this was a trap.

"Hullo, love," he greeted cheekily.

"You knew I would call, didn't you?"

"I was hoping, you get all fired up about these questions, I thought this one would peak your interest. Maybe not as much as books, but...."

"Well, I figure this one really peaks your interest. Because of that, I feel a bit inhibited," Alysia explained.

"Inhibited, well that's not a word I would apply to you, babe. Why do you feel like that?"

"Well, Harry, not sure if you had noticed, but you are kind of a big deal, and your big deal is music. What if I pick a song you hate or something?" Alysia kvetched.

"I'd assume we have different tastes, remember how you taste, and get on with it," He laughed. "Really, I like pretty much everything and I especially like you and hearing your stream of conciousness when you are reasoning something out. What are you doing right now?"

"Just dropped off the boys, headed to teach my boot camp, then I'm open the rest of the day. Maureen is done in time to do pick up, and the kids are excited!" Alysia detailed.

"You're free in a few hours then, all day?" he enthused.
"I am," she responded, "what's your day like?"

"I'm leaving for the studio in a bit, I was laying around in my pants thinking about music and realized we'd never talked music. Seemed a shame, and now it seems we can have this conversation in person. That will give you time to come up with an answer, I reckon."

"You want me to come to the studio?" Alysia asked excitedly," I can do that?"

"You can do that, we can do that. I have some vocals I'm playing with and I have some writing, which was why I was laying here thinking about tunes. I'm still figuring out what tone I want the record to have," Harry finished.

"Ok, babe, I just got home and need to get my gym bag and studio clothes.what does one wear to a recording studio?"

"you're asking me what to wear? That's rather brave love, I'm likely to request a pair of daisy dukes and a crop top. But, honestly, anything is fine. It's always a bit cold in there, so bring a jumper. Um, i can grab us coffee...." he trailed off, "Sorry love, I just realized I don't know your order. That's a bit shit."

Alysia laughed, "We've not been out for coffee. Honestly Harry, it's fine, just grab me a cold brew and text me an address."

"Ok love, I'll be waiting."

Alysia ran in to the house she shared with her sister, she glanced at the clock, she had time to grab stuff. She ran to grab her stocked gym bag and checked its contents: slim skirt, a white tee, bra and undies. Hm....she still hadn't gotten to wear her new set.

She ran upstairs to find them in her drawer and grabbed a moto jacket and black heels. She'd make an effort, treat it like a date. She finished with three minutes to spare and ran out to her car before heading to the Y.

Alysia could feel her distraction. Thoughts of Harry were not nearly as bad as his presence, but she found that things had shifted for her. She still was driven to distraction when she thought of his body, raspberry lips and four nipples, strong thighs and heavy cock, but she thought just as much about his laugh, or his eyes when watching Connor jump into his arms, these days. She sighed, should she talk to him about it? End things before they got more complicated? Stick around, because she would be a fool to not soak up every minute she could with someone like him. He was so special, everyone saw it, even when they didn't know him, and he was letting her get to know him, quirks, humor, tastes, his taste..... She was sticking around, this ride may end, but she was going to see it through. She was not a girl who quit what she started, and the gun had sounded here.

Class finished and she tended to her friends and clients, but she had one foot out the door, literally, as she tried to usher her last lingerer to their car. Alysia had never really heard him sing, on radio, but not in person, and she wanted to watch him work. His passion would probably make her fall even harder. She physically stopped at that. Falling? The honk startled her, she looked up and waved apologetically to the driver and got in her car.

Looking in her rearview she considered her reflection. Was she in love with Harry? There was some very serious like, and heady lust, but love was something she hadn't considered, wouldn't, not now. With one last glance, she pushed her brown hair over her shoulders and slapped the mirror closed.
She had a date Harry Effing Styles and she got to watch him sing for the first time, she'd just focus on that.

Alysia only sat in 20 minutes of traffic over the pass before she found herself in West LA. When she arrived. She texted a simple 'here' and she waited.

"Jesus, you scared me Harry. You can't just open a woman's door in a garage. You're lucky I smelled you or I may have punched you."

"Sorry, love, just got excited," he said, pulling her out of the car and pressing her to the back door before pushing his lips to hers, his long body aligned to her at all the interesting points.

"Mm, mmmm, baby, we're kinda exposed, and you're about to expose me," Alysia warned against his lips  as she felt him pushing his hands under her shirt.

"Like I said, I'm a bit excited. Can't wait to share this with you. Was thinking about looking at you from the booth and I got hard. Then you texted, and here we are," he smiled, dimples displayed as he gave her three pecks in quick succession.

"Harry, anyone could drive by, which is embarrassing enough, but you are you, and it would cause an uproar I'm sure. You gotta be careful mister. Like, do you give all your dates your gate code?" Alysia worried out loud.

"No, dates don't really come to my house. Listen, I've gotten pretty good at reading peoples intentions, been burned a bit, and I just..." he trailed off, kissed her once more, and looked her in the eye intently, "feel like I can trust you. Haven't gotten a new google alert on my dick size or sexual prowess, so I seem to be right," he joked. "Come on, love, let's go upstairs and you can tell me your favorites, including the genres and categories and moods you've been running over all morning," he finished with a gleam in his celery green eyes.

Alysia stammered, "How do you know I have categories and sub categories ?"

Harry chuckled, "Like I said before, I like to listen to you get going. I pay attention."

Once they got upstairs, Harry walked her down a long hallway to the studio.

"So, what categories are you on?" Harry quirked a brow.

"Well....there's like overall favorite, which I can't pick yet. Songs that make you happy, sad, make you think. Workout songs, current, all time favorites, for karaoke, love songs.. And that doesn't even cover genre."

"Ok, miss rambly, how about happy song?" Harry gave her the cheesiest grin.

"Um, three little birds, Bob Marley. I put it on when I'm stressed and wine my worries away," she returned the grin.

Harry was quiet at bit, " surprise you?" Alysia asked.
"No, just got stuck on the wining part," he coughed, "mine's prolly 'isn't she lovely'."

At this Alysia burst into giggles.

"Wha, why're you laughing at me.?"

"Be more obvious, your audition song!" She teased.

"That's part of it, that moment gave me my dream, but also, how precious is a love song to your just born baby?" Harry said sweetly.

'Damn, falling, actual feeling of falling' Alysia thought, "you are so sweet," she breathed before leaning in and kissing him on the couch they had come to rest on.

"Mmmmm," Harry hummed, "I'm gonna be sweet all the time if it earns me kisses like that; try to rot your teeth." He leaned in to kiss her again, and pulled her over his lap to a straddle just as the door opened and and sound engineer walked in.
"Shit, sorry H," he said.

"No, no, it's alright Jerry. I'm sorry, just got carried away. This is my girlfriend, Alysia."

Alysia stared at Harry fish mouthed, until she realized Jerry was staring at her. "Sorry, nice to meet you." She extended her hand.

"I'm gonna go sing, listen, might be for you," Harry leaned in and pecked her before walking in.

Jerry laughed, "a bit stunned, doll?"

"Um, yeah, we haven't talked about it. Just sort of shocking, he said it so casually."

"H must think it's anything but casual, he's never brought a lady here, ever," Jerry said seriously.

Alysia gulped and turned to the booth, where Harry had on head phones and was giving Jerry a thumbs up.

She swallowed down her nerves and spent the day watching Harry, listening to Harry, everything was Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry.
When he'd pop out of the booth, they'd continue their conversation, have a coffee, finally ordering dinner.

"Favorite workout song?" Harry asked as he ate his last piece of sushi.

"'Drag Me Down' is good for squats," she said with a mischievous grin.

"I'm going back to work," Harry said, throwing away their dinner leavings.

"What Makes You Beautiful' is awesome to run too," she shouted at his back while he flipped her off.

"You are not nice, why do I like someone so mean?"

"Awww, do I need to call the wammmmbulamce?" She teased.

"No, but you're going to kiss it better later!" Harry mocked.

"Threaten me with a good time Mr. Styles."
With that he closed the booth door and donned his head phones again.

After an hour of trying to finish the song, a piece with sweet, somber lyrics and Fleetwood Mac magic, Jerry hit the mic, "H, I've gotta head out, my daughter has recital."

"That's cool, boss, I'm gonna stick around and play with these lyrics here. I liked them on the page, but they just seem stilted," Harry bemoaned.

"Ok, bye H," Jerry said jauntily, clearly out the door already mentally, as he physically pushed passed the threshold  "Bye doll, have fun!"

"Bye Jerry," Alysia returned with a quizzical look. She watched him walk out the door, then looked up to the booth, where Harry was looking at her expectantly. He mouthed 'hit the mic.'

"Yeeeesss?" She asked.

"What's your favorite love song?"

"Um, that is a huge question, but I've been waiting for it," she smiled at him toothily, "I love 'Flaws' by Bastille for a modern take, old school, maybe 'Your Song' or 'All I Want Is You.' By U2." She finished, " oh....'Wonderful Tonight!'"

Harry had the dopiest grin on his face as he walked toward her from the booth. "Why?"

"Wonderful tonight is real, he's irritated by her, but she's his Layla, he loves her, and all women love to be complimented. It's also simple, like 'Your Song' sweet and straightforward. U2 because to be someone's totality seems so romantic, though unhealthy. Bastille because of the synergy. They fit," she said this as she laced their hands together unconsciously. "What's your favorite love song?"

Harry locked eyes with her, "Always has been 'Songbird' probably because it is simple and straightforward too, but lately I've really been loving the Beatles 'Please, Please Me'."

 "Mmmm, that sounds more like a sexy song than a love song," she baited.

'"'Tis, but aren't they the same?"

"No, not often," she breathed against lips.

"Fine, what's your favorite sultry song?" He fitted one hand around her waist and pulled her across his lap once again.

She mewled as she flexed her hips against his, riding his lap, the friction from his jeans catching her clit at a perfect angle, "um, 'Rocket' is really hot, the way it rides like a female orgasm and she begs at the end," Alysia moaned loudly and Harry clutched her to himself. "Can't really go wrong with Prince, 'Criminal' by Fiona Apple," she hiccuped.

Harry reached down then and pulled himself free of his jeans, scooting them down his thighs "Have you been a bad, bad girl?" He asked using his hands to roll her hips against his bare cock.

"Harry," Alysia let her head fall back, the whole day felt like four play, she was ready.

"Get me wet love, I'd need to have you."

She complied, running her soaked pussy against his cock, catching it on the hood of her clit with a quiver,
"I'd like to be your bad girl" she whispered, positioning him upright and preparing to sink onto him.

"Love, hold on...condom," Harry pulled back and remedied their problem, pointing himself at the same angle she had adopted. "Go ahead, baby, get on me."

Alysia pressed her knees into the couch, rising up to take him into her, first the tip, pulling off with a swirl and moan before letting her hips drop to meet his.

"Fuck, fuck, you feel better every time, hold still a minute?" Harry begged.

"Sensitive, baby,"

"It's been weeks, baby girl, don't tease," he swatted her ass at that.

" You came down my throat 5 days ago," she reminded.

"Yeah, I remember," he promised, reaching up to grip her throat, rubbing his thumb over it and gripping her opposite hip at the same time with his free hand, "not the same as getting to fuck my pussy." He said before he pulled her off him several inches and started going into her at a rapid rough pace. He pushed into her until sweat was beading down his face, picking up his pace as he slammed her hips into him.

"Shit, God, like that. Take me, Harry,"

At that beg, Harry pulled out, and laid back on the couch, pulling her over his face.

"Baby, baby, don't stop,"

"Not stopping, just really love eating dicked pussy," he swore as he took a taste of her from opening to hood, sucking her clit into his mouth while she screamed, shaking her from side to side, and then pushing his tongue inside her to lick her out. He returned to her clit and created that suction that she loved and stroked her until she came against his chin. He pulled her back down his body while she shook, and kissed her with her taste fresh in his mouth.
"Put me back in, love" he said it gently, but there was no doubt it was a command.
"Ahhhhh..." Alysia cried out as she complied, "I can't!"

"You can, baby, you will," he said as he pulled her arms behind her back and bound them with his strong arms before bouncing her hard against his lap. "Take me, Alysia, 'is mine, right?" He solicited, "tell me it's mine."

"Fuck, I'm yours, yours, Harry, please, unhhh, unnghhh,"

"Please what baby,  what.do.you. want." he punctuated with his hips.

"Want to come, need to, please let me, with me."

He released her arms and they from their immobility tingled and he pushed her into a seated position with his torso, wrapping one leg behind him and posting the other on the arm of the couch.
"Now watch me, watch me fuck you, baby," he ordered pushing her head down to see where they were connected, stroking her along his cock from base to tip until she was begging. When he couldn't hold off any longer, he crept his thumb along the crease of her hip to her clit, and massaged it until she pulsed and moaned around him before groaning his climax into the hair on the crown of her head.

He lay back and brought her with him.
"I never want to give that up."

Alysia lay stunned. "Then don't," she whispered, looking up to kiss him.
They married their mouths for minutes that lapsed to hours before Harry's phone rang.

"This is Harry....yeah, still in studio.....ok, no I didn't know it was so late, I'll be over. Tell Glenne sorry."

"Love; I have to go, my mate's girlfriend is waiting on me, promised I'd help her with something while he's in New York." He pulled up his pants and whined when they rubbed over him. "I was hoping for seconds," he complained as he pulled her into kiss him again. "When can you stay the night? I'd like to actually wake up to you."

"I'll check with Maureen, I'd like that too," she promised as she got her skirt back in place, realizing neither of them had undressed. She blushed, God, they were so hot. "'Sex on fire' is really good too. "Untitled' by D'Angelo gets me every time."

"I've always loved 'Stellar' by Incubus," he said grabbing his keys and closing the door to the studio behind him, checking the lock. 

"I don't know that one."

"It's good, reminds me of you," he said distractedly, leading her to her car and kissing her goodbye.

Alysia got into her car and looked in the mirror, her eyes were lit up and she looked like she had been well loved, but she couldn't care. She picked up her phone on a giggle, dialing her most recent.

"Lo, Love, forget something?"

"Harry, what's your favorite song?" she asked.

"You."