"Please don't do this," I whispered, shaking my head as Harry turned back to look at me.

His furrowed eyebrow gave away his concentration and determination. No matter what I said, he was going to do this.

"I have to do this, I have to prove I'm worthy." He took a deep breath.

"Harry, it's too dangerous, you can get hurt. I can get hurt." I placed my hand on his shoulder. "If you care about me, you won't do it."

"Silence baby doll, daddy means business." He took a deep breath and turned forward, facing the stove where he lifted the hot pan and flipped a pancake up in the air, letting it flip a few times, catching it on the pan facing the opposite direction. "See, I told you I can do it."

"Well shit, I owe you a kiss." I leaned in and pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek.

It was the next morning after a night of craziness. I confessed my love to Harry, he confessed his, we had our first date, we came home and now he was like my boyfriend and stuff.

Well not my boyfriend yet, but we definitely weren't just friends anymore and it was pretty cool.

I put my arms around him as he cooked kissing his bare sculpted back a bunch of times and sighed in content. He was all mine, it's crazy how easy it felt to be with him this way.

"You're gonna burn your hand's princess." He gently rubbed his palm against my hands. I moved my hands from his stomach to his chest over his nipples. "That's better I guess." Harry giggled.

"Your skin is so soft, I just want to hold you." God, I sound so clingy.

There was a soft knock at the front door and I quickly gave him one last kiss before turning and going over to answer it.

I assumed it was the Amazon prime guy again since I was waiting on a new flat iron, but color me shocked when I opened the door to find Harry's ex-girlfriend, Jessy.

Now, Jessy and I weren't on the best of terms considering she didn't exactly like me. She had told Harry when they first began dating that I had given her dirty looks, which Harry didn't believe, so our friendship was strained around her. 

But now I understand why she didn't like me. Last night Harry confessed to me that I was the reason they broke up and he had no regrets.

I don't blame her either. The more I think about it the more I understand. What Harry and I had before all of this, wasn't normal. I did get where Daniel may have gotten the bad feelings from, or why messy didn't like me. It all made sense. But now I didn't really care because both Harry and I are here at the moment. If that's selfish, then I guess we are just that.

Back to Jessy, what the hell was she doing here?

"Jessy, hey what are you doing here!?" Harry's head popped out from the kitchen at the sound of Jessy talking to me.

"Bonnie, hi, I was wondering if we can talk." I turned to look at Harry who shook his head and mouthed 'i'm not here' to me.

"Uh, I have to get my mail, so let's walk and talk." She agreed as I grabbed a coat and walked out with her.

It was quiet until we reached the mailbox and I opened it. "A little birdie told me that you and Harry are together." My eyes widened.

"Uh, no, we aren't." She seemed irritated. "I'm serious. Not that it's any of your business, but only last night did we just start talking about that." She sighed. "Who even talked to you?"

"Doesn't matter, I just came to tell you that I have no hard feelings towards you and I wish you the best. Harry left this at the house when he left and I didn't know where he's been these past few months but if you do, you can give it to him." She held one of Harry's necklaces that belonged to his grandfather and placed it in my hand. "I thought he might want it back."

"I'll give it to him, thank you. But seriously who talked to you?" No one knew Harry and me being together yet.

She rolled her eyes. "Your ex did, he came by to tell me and I guess I didn't believe it until now." She turned to look over at Harry's car parked near mine. "Seriously though, no hard feelings." I agreed and watched her as she left me standing there.

That was weird.

How the hell did Daniel know about Harry and me?

Back at the apartment, I talked to Harry about what had happened. He was happy to have back his necklace since he's been searching everywhere for it but was weirded out by the fact that our exes knew about us being together.

Both of our relationships ended because of each other, so it's kind of awkward for them to know about it.

Oh well, not like we'll see them anymore.

*

A couple of days later and both Harry and I have become super annoyingly cringy.

We had become that couple that people don't like to be around because we had been super lovey-dovey all over each other.

Today, for instance, was New Year's Eve so we had the day off. We made breakfast and stayed in our pajamas to cuddle on the couch and we're practically feeding each other.

I'm being dead serious, I hated us.

I always found girls like this to be super annoying and lame. Like, have some space for fuck's sake.

But I guess in a way the past few years have been like endless foreplay and now Harry and I are getting to the good stuff.

A part of me couldn't help but wonder if this is how Harry was in all of his relationships. I was never like this at all, I just couldn't act this gushy and cute with any man. The fact that I could with Harry was weird. Shouldn't there be a transitional period where we are awkward?

Well, that might have been taken care of because of the sex.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked setting our dishes aside and pulling me in to hold me.

"Uh, nothing in particular." I shrugged. "Have you always been super affectionate?" I whispered.

"No, not at all. To be honest I feel like I'm overdoing it." We both laughed and looked into each other's eyes. "I just never had this feeling before with anyone. It's like we've known each other so long and I just feel so good being with you. I know you're not like that, so you tell me when I'm being clingy." He lifted his pinkie up and hooked it with mine.

"Promise." We kissed again. "So New Year's Eve, what are we doing?"

"We should go out with Niall, he knows all the places to be. We can get drunk and go dancing. Come back here and get freaky." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"I thought we agreed to take that part slow after the living room incident." I raised an eyebrow.

Once that door was shut the other night, clothes went flying around. Harry had set me down and pressed me up against a wall, ripping off my clothes so quickly that I hadn't even realized I was naked until he worked his lips down my body. "Hands behind your back." He smirked up at me. "I told you, you're gonna pay for this."

We didn't make it to the bedroom, I was placed on the floor with one of the couch decorative pillows under my head as I was on my knees with my ass up in the air. My hands were tied behind me with Harry's shirt. Even though it wasn't tight, the idea that I was tied up made me practically drip between my legs.

His hands parted my ass and I felt the flick of his tongue from behind before a bold stripe was made from the bottom up. I could practically feel my eyes rolling into my head as I shut them and gasped. 

Smack!

"Ooh shit…" I cursed, burring my head into the pillow.

Harry's big hands roughly spread my thighs farther apart and spanked me right against my clit. I let a yelp out but didn't tell him to stop, in fact, I wanted more.

I felt the tip of his cock nudge my entrance but quickly pulled away, dragging against my clit all the way up over my second entrance.

"Daddy can be so good to you back here, baby, maybe someday?"

And I don't know what type of spell I was under because for years I told myself I would never even consider anal, and yet here I was. "Yes, daddy."

The power of Harry Styles.

He pushed in all the way, my nails digging into my palm. Harry was a perfect size, stretching me but not in a painful way. Hitting deep but not too deep where you scream.

It was bliss, pure bliss.

He was thrusting hard, getting the right angle and driving me crazy every time his hand came down hard against my ass. I was practically in tears of joy when he decided to do something a bit unexpected. 

A small intrusion in my back door, Harry's thumb, rubbing circles back there.

That was a new sensation.

I liked it.

"Holy fuck I'm gonna cum, Harry!" I tugged against my restraints and was swiftly let go and flipped over to be able to reach down between my legs and double up the stimulation, causing me to cum a gush of liquid all over Harry's lower half.

"Fuck yes, scream my name you fucking slut!"

"Bonnie?" I was brought back to where we now sat, the memory fading away from the other night. Harry was looking at me as I squeezed my thighs together.

"What?"

"I talked to Niall, he said if we want to go dancing at a club and then go to a bar and get free shots with this guy named Louis, he seems to like." I nodded. "You alright?"

I nodded.

"Can't wait for tonight." 

*

Once upon a time, I used to be a very wild person. Something hit me in college and Harry and I both went a little wild after high school when he moved back to California. We hung out all the time and would go wild, hitting up four or five places a night and getting absolutely hammered.

It surprises me we never hooked up during this time.

Although we did share a bed from time to time.

But actually, I was a bit of a nerd at heart, so around the time I met Daniel, I calmed down again and really began to focus on my job. 

But I did miss the nightlife, getting wasted and dancing on tables. Doing cocaine off a strippers ass one time.

Okay twice, sue me.

Harry hadn't been out in a while since he had been focused at work, but tonight was the night for Harry and Bonnie to be back in action, except this time, he was like my baby and stuff and we'd be coming home to each other.

Because it's been a while for me, I wasn't sure what to wear out. So I showered did my hair in loose waves and did my makeup all extra like I used to back in the day. But as I stared at my outfits, I didn't know what to even put on.

"Harold!" I screamed from my closet. I needed to do a serious clean up in here, I have shit from college that needs to go as soon as possible. And I know Harry's closet is worse. I should take him shopping and by him a new pair of jeans.

I want to spoil him.

My bedroom door opened and my jaw dropped at the sight of Harry in a pair of black skinny jeans, shirtless, freshly showered with his hair pushed back. "What's wrong?" He questioned.

I gulped looking him up and down. Good god, I had no control.

I dropped my towel and he seemed to catch on quickly. "Oops." 

"I told Niall at eight." He warned me.

I just smiled, walking over to unbuckle his pants. "Trust me, I'll be quick."

*

My last two brain cells writing this story. Lol

Thanks for reading. Xx

-k