Harry Styles

Gentle kisses on my neck and shoulder woke me up the next morning, a body attached to mine from the back, legs between mine and an arm around my middle. I inhaled deeply through my mouth and exhaled slowly through my nose. I shimmied closer to my personal body warmer and nuzzled my face in the pillow. The scent of the detergent was really nice, it made me feel at home and relaxed.

It was really bright in the room which made me realise, the curtains never got pulled in before we went to bed. And I faced the window. I rubbed my eyes a little and I felt a bit uncomfortable between my legs. A groan mixed with a sigh filled with pleasure from the woman's soft lips from behind me, escaped my lips and then I heard a soft chuckle. Her warm breath fanned my skin and my lips pulled into a grin.

"Mhmm good morning," I chuckled as I felt her hand slide down my stomach to my thigh, dangerously close to my morning wood. Her lips touched my neck as she palmed me through my pyjama bottoms, the grunt from my chest was deep and thickly coated in the pleasure that her touch gave me.

My breath got stuck in my throat as her hand wandered under the material of my bottoms, my tongue pressed against the roof of my mouth as my eyes screwed shut at the phenomenal feeling. The coolness of her touch sent electric shocks through my body, it caused my legs to slip away from hers and apart so she could get closer to me.

It took us a minute to change position, me on my back and her on top of me. She looked sleepy and her hair was a mess. Her eyes were smaller than usual, her cheeks puffy from sleep and her lips were round and puckered. My stare was set on her as she went further down on my legs, her hands pulled my pyjama bottoms along with her. I brushed her hair to one side to see her pretty face and I swear my whole world turned around when she glanced up at me with so much lust and need in her eyes.

The breath I had no idea I even held back, erupted from my chest like hot lava from a breathing volcano. I saw blackness behind my closed eyelids as cool hands worked me to my pleasure, my own ones tightly gripped the quilt covered in a flowery bedsheet. It felt warm under my touch from when our bodies were under it and so did my stomach as the knot in the pit of it began to grow and tighten.

"Ren," her name fell out of my mouth like the lightest pillow I have ever touched, the three letters were barely audible to anyone other than myself. Thoughts of her played through my mind, the ones from Paris when she was on top of me and had taken control of the situation. The way she got what she wanted the way she knew she needed it. Her sighs and moans, the way my name left her beautiful, beautiful lips and incredible thighs around my head. "Baby... please."

"Hmm," her hum vibrated against me, her warm mouth around me as her hands paid attention to my balls. It was hard to keep my voice down, the feeling was overwhelming and being in a somewhat sleepy daze only made it feel better.

She gave me what I wanted without any of her usual dominating tendencies. Those were hot and made my orgasms ten times better, but in that moment, that morning... god, that was the best blowjob I had gotten in a while.

Or well... since she handcuffed me.

The room was loud from the slopping sounds of her lips around me, my breathy panting, the forced back moans that stirred into the air as desperate sighs. There were other people in the house – her family – and there was no way I would embarrass myself like that. Or her, for that matter. So, swallowing down the sounds of my pleasure was the only way to go.

Pleasure filled my entire body, fireworks went off behind my eyelids as I opened my mouth to catch my breath. My heart went insane inside of my chest, there was no control over how fast it beat. The sweat that covered my hairline made me feel like my body was on fire, my toes curled into the bottom of my feet and it felt like they could have broken off from the force.

Carefully, I opened my eyes, I let my toes uncurl and my forehead relax. I inhaled as deeply as I could and exhaled as slowly as it was possible to try and calm myself down. This morning was unexpected but nothing that wasn't enjoyable.

I chuckled under my breath as I pulled my pyjama back up and sat up in bed. She was right next to me, her gaze on me burned.

"Morning, I guess," she replied a lot later than she was meant to. I snorted and looked at her, my smirk grew when I noticed she had some of me on her cheek. Fuck. That was so hot. "What?" she looked at me with a disgusted face.

"Messy, you are," I mumbled as I ran the back of my index finger across her skin and got rid of my cum. "Be a good girl, will you?" as the words left my mouth, I pushed my finger between her lips, only for her hot tongue to lick off the white substance.

Jesus.

This woman was going to be the death of me. I just knew it.

"So-," she began, but as soon as those words were said out loud, there was a loud knock that came from her bedroom door. "Fucking hell," she muttered as she got back under the quilt and pulled it up to her shoulders. "Get in," she pulled on my shirt to get me to lay down and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Shut up."

"What's goi-," then another knock came and the door opened. At this point, I was forced down by her, as if she wanted to keep me a secret or something, her hand covered my eyes which gave me the idea that I was meant to be fake sleeping.

Loud footsteps were heard before even I felt someone shake Kensington awake. A strong male cologne filled my senses as my eyes stayed shut, my face dangerously close to the woman's next to me.

"Oi!" the familiar voice almost made me open my eyes but Kensington poked her finger in my stomach. "I know you're awake. Get up and rid of this man before I have to- wait. Harry Styles?"

I so badly wanted to open my eyes and take a look at who stood by the bed. The voice was really familiar, I just needed a face to attach it to.

"Fuck out of my room, B," the woman mumbled but it was loud enough to be heard.

"Why is Harry Styles in your bed?"

"Because he's sleeping so leave," I felt her move as I played to be asleep still. I didn't really want to face the brother after I have just had my dick sucked. The fact that we could have gotten caught if he had arrived a little earlier, almost made me pass out. "Go," she ordered. I knew that tone. CEO tone. I didn't like it when she used it with me but it was definitely hot when she aimed it towards others.

I heard the door close and the lock turn so I opened my eyes and watched her walk back to bed. She sat by me as I stuffed a pillow under my head and looked at her. Eyebrows furrowed and forehead in creases as she found herself deep in thought.

"Have I met your brother before?" I questioned to start a conversation. But also, because it bugged me that I couldn't put a face to it. Or maybe the one I thought of, didn't exactly match – I didn't want to look like boo boo the fool.

"Yeah."

Oh.

"When?" I asked in confusion as I poked at her thigh, mixing it up by doing so with my index first then my middle finger.

"Are you serious?" she laughed in disbelief. I nodded. "Do you remember the night I had to drive you home? From the club?"

"Yeah... I guess."

"My brother was the one who apparently called you a taxi but they cancelled and made me drop you off."

"Wait," I laughed as I raised my hand in the air in front of me, my index finger upwards as my eyes closed. "That's your brother? The bartender? Bernard?"

"Brandon," she corrected me much like he did every time. "But yes. That is my brother. Why?"

"Because," I began then stopped to think. "Because he told me he was your friend when he ran into me the other day."

"When did that happen?"

"I don't know the exact day but he basically told me he was your friend and his name was Brandon Kennedy and I should remember his face because if I see it in a crowd, I better run."

"I can't believe he threatened you," she laughed. "And why the fuck did he say his name was Kennedy?"

"I'm not sure," I replied. "I, um, asked my PA to run a background search on him but I assume there will be nothing."

"You got your assistant to run a background search on my brother..." she repeated as if she didn't believe me. "For why?"

"He seemed suspicious. He stumbled on his words when he told me his surname – which now makes sense. At the time, he just seemed weird and he was your friend apparently, so I did what I had to," I shrugged. "But it doesn't matter now. Like I said, there probably won't be anything."

"Yeah, well, unless there is a Brandon Kennedy somewhere," she said.

My phone went off before I could have said anything else. It was a call from Niall, which surprised me at first. He asked how I was and what I was up to, if I was down to go out tonight as he had no idea, I wasn't home. He didn't interrogate me when I declined the offer, just said he would try with the others, although that may have been because I was very short with my replies.

It turned out, the parents seemed to have vanished from the house once we made it downstairs. I had yet to face the younger Kensington, which I knew was going to be awkward. More so for him than me. I didn't understand why he lied about his name or how I was unable to put the pieces together. Then again, there was not much for me to work with.

"I'm starving but there's fuck all," Kensington groaned as she shut the fridge door then moved onto opening the cabinets. She wore a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a bright pink hoodie, whilst I ended up with the bright pink bottoms to that hoodie and just had a shirt on. She had to lend me her clothes because I didn't really think of bringing any loungewear, somehow, it all slipped my mind. Her tracksuit was a bit tight on my arse but nothing I couldn't cope in for a few hours before we had to leave.

Out of curiosity, I walked over to the fridge myself and opened it, just to find it filled with a lot of options. I shook my head with a quiet chuckle as I took out the cheese then the milk and some eggs. As I turned around, I found Kensington looking at me with a questioning look but I decided to ignore it.

"Find me a pan and oil, please," I requested as I walked over to the sink and washed my hands quickly. I heard her scoff before she walked away from me and opened up one of the cabinets. She pulled out the pan then I assumed she went to find the oil. "How do you like your eggs?"

"Fertilised," she joked and I gave her a look. It was hard to not laugh at her and I did end up squeezing a half smile in just to make sure her joke was heard and appreciated. "Jokes. Put cheese in it and bacon on the side, please."

"Well, then find me the bacon," I laughed as I figured out how to work the hob. It was a touch control one. "Does your brother like eggs?"

"Yes, he does," said the deeper voice. Oh. "Are you our chef now or something?" he asked me. I turned around, my eyes quickly looked at Kensington, just to find her rolling her eyes.

"No. Well, kind of," I laughed. "Your sister can't cook to save her life so, I guess I am. For now."

"Please, tell me about it," he scoffed. "She almost burned the damn kitchen down once and she was only boiling water. Or this one time, when I went to see her at uni, she was making food – one of those pre-prepared ones that you just have to shove in the oven – and she left it in for too long, with the plastic cover on top of it, and the whole kitchen was smoking and it stunk."

"Alright. Shut the fuck up," Kensington defended herself. We both looked at her as she tossed me the packet of unopened bacon and I was quick to catch it. "Tell me why you lied about your name. Kennedy? Really?"

"Look-," he began with a sigh.

"Are you really that embarrassed?" Kensington teased him and I just shook my head as I turned around. It didn't do much harm that he didn't tell me his real name. At least, it didn't seem to matter to me too much.

"No. I just... I don't know. It was stupid, wasn't it?" Brandon laughed. "It's whatever. But I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have lied about it."

"It doesn't really matter to me," I joined the conversation as I poured some oil in the pan. "Just don't make a habit of it, I guess."

"Ew, this is so awkward," Kensington commented with a disgusted voice and it made me chuckle. "Where is that girl you were bringing, anyway?"

"She's upstairs. Taking a shower," his voice sounded like he smirked and I didn't want to think about why she was in the shower.

Probably for the same reason you were.

"You disgust me," she replied to her brother. "Where did dads go?"

"They weren't home when we got in so I have no idea. Did they ever even make it home last night?"

"Good question," she hummed. "They probably stayed at a hotel or something. Which reminds me that aunt Sophie is probably at one, too."

They carried on conversing as I made breakfast. I decided to multitask, as I popped four breads in the toaster and also put the kettle on for tea. Neither of them seemed to find it in themselves to help and it didn't bother me as I had the space to myself. If anything, it made me laugh just how alike they were.

Soon enough, the girl who had been mentioned earlier made it downstairs. It was just in time because the cheesy scrambled eggs with bacon were on plates with two toasts each. I grabbed four mugs from one of the cabinets on the wall and popped a tea bag in each.

"OK, I don't know how you all drink your tea so you do that for yourself," I said as I put the milk on the kitchen island where Kensington, Brandon and the girl sat then turned off the kettle and poured it on the teabags.

"I'm Jane, by the way," the girl said.

"Oh, yeah, this is Jane, everyone," Brandon introduced her as well and it made me laugh. He seemed to be way too focused on the food in front of him.

"I'm Harry, it's nice to meet you," I smiled at her and she nodded. I heard Kensington spill her name, too, as I put the kettle back on the other side.

As I sat down to eat, too, my eyes caught Kensington's and she smirked as she looked down at her food. I didn't understand what happened but the same facial expression overtook my face, too. I tried to avoid her gaze as it only made the situation worse. And by worse, I meant I ended up in uncontrollable giggles and it was hard not to get up and shower her gorgeous face in kisses.

After we've finished breakfast, Kensington helped me load the dishwasher and start it as well. Brandon and Jane went upstairs and it left her and I alone.

"What did you think of the girl?" she asked me curiously. We had another cup of tea and sat in the living room. I actually really liked it because it felt homey and it gave me a sense of comfort. I didn't feel out of place, which was nice.

"Hmmm," I hummed as I took a sip. "Didn't really get the chance to get to know her, you know? She seems nice, for now."

"For now?" she questioned with one of her eyebrows raised.

"Yeah. Who knows? She could turn out to be a bitch the longer we are around her."

"True," she nodded and placed her mug down. It had a 'R' on it and I had noticed earlier that Brandon's had a 'B' on it. The idea of them having personalised mugs was nice but something that I have never had. And yes, I am back to feeling sorry for myself. Over a couple of bloody mugs. "You look confused."

"Huh?" I looked at her quickly. I didn't exactly catch what she said, I only heard her voice. "Um..."

"You gave me that look yesterday, too."

"Are you observing me now?" I teased with a smirk on my lips. She rolled her eyes and turned towards me.

"Maybe," she replied. "What's up?"

"The ceiling."

"Shit joke," she said right away.

"You would know."

"Shut up," she gave me a dirty look. "You had the audacity to tell me I was a hard one to crack open when it takes twenty people and a cow to get you to admit there is something wrong."

"I thought you had a horse, not a cow?"

"I do have a horse. Do you want to go see her?"

"Can we?" I asked, excited.

"Only if you tell me who pissed in your tea."

"My nanny always called tea brew and I always knew she was in a mood when she called it tea."

"Okay, wait. Is it breakfast, lunch, dinner or breakfast, dinner, tea?" she asked me seriously. Of course, she asked me that.

"Breakfast, dinner, tea."

"Wrong!" she hollered and got on her knees as she pointed her index finger in my face. "Tea is what you're drinking."

"Yes. And it's also what you have after dinner," I argued.

"You have breakfast after dinner because it's a new day."

"No. You have breakfast in the morning, dinner around half twelve-oneish and you have tea later."

"That is so wrong!" she fought me and I began to feel irritated. It was breakfast, dinner, tea not fucking breakfast, lunch and dinner. "How can you call your dinner, tea? The juices in your head are mixed and are affecting your brain."

"Says the one who calls tea, dinner," I scoffed. "Couldn't be me."

"Shut up! I can't believe I let you anywhere near me."

"You shut up. Look at your bloody brew! It's as white as the snow outside. You are an embarrassment to this country."

"Yours is not much darker than mine," she argued back. "Whatever, Mr breakfast-dinner-tea. Tell me what's bugging you."

"You are right, it is breakfast, dinner, tea," I grinned. "So proud of you, baby."

"Fuck you."

"Let's go upstairs then," I was about to stand up but she pulled me back down and I couldn't help but laugh. I enjoyed this way too much. She was so much more open and sillier with me than ever before. I loved how comfortable she felt around me, I loved how she didn't mind being close to me. "Look, I'm all for living room sex but maybe not when your parents could walk in any minute."

"You are so fucking annoying," she groaned. "I wish I could lock you in a room with an audio repeating 'breakfast, lunch, dinner' to make you go mad."

"That's so cruel!" I shook my head, offended yet still playful. "Anyways. You could get me a 'H' mug for Christmas."

"I hate Christmas."

"I didn't ask if you liked it or not. I told you to get me one."

"Get yourself one," she bit back.

"But I want it as a present," I pouted as I glanced down at hers. Then back at her. She had her eyebrows furrowed.

"Wait. Is that why you are upset? Because you don't have a mug with your initial on it?"

"No."

"Liar."

I sighed as I leaned back on the couch and sipped on my tea. I really disliked this topic. It made me feel annoying and pathetic. I couldn't believe I was thing hang up on my parents not loving me. I knew it sounded stupid, especially because a damn mug started this whole snowball – at least today because yesterday, it was the sausage butty – and now I sort of had to say that out loud.

"It's stupid," I said eventually. "It doesn't matter."

"It clearly does if you are so affected by it."

"Why would you care, anyway?" I asked her. I knew I sounded harsh and it was unnecessary but it bothered me. I didn't want to talk about it. "It surely isn't your strong suit, is it? You never care about anyone so don't act like you're arsed about it."

"Fuck you then," she scoffed and got up. She leaned down to get her mug and walked out of the living room. I watched as she disappeared and I angrily gulped down the remainder of my drink.

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a.n.

BHAHAHAHAHAHA they always find a reason to argue 😭😭😭😭 hate them sm sometimes and yous might hate me for making them fight all the time but i can't just make renleigh fall for him as easily as he fell for her 😌

ALSO SJDKJSDSD i was speaking to my moot (miss dani if u ever catch up this is for u pal) on twitter and since after has fans and they are called afternators you lot shall be called 'fighters' 😌😌😌 (obviously i'm not serious just taking the piss ok JDJSKDSD)

anyways lmk what u thought n all n don't forget to vote hehe x