A few days after my purchase and Harry's confession that he had a big dick, I began having dreams, very sexual dreams. That kind that when you wake up you're positive your underwear is ruined.

It had been a while since I've had these.

This left me with frustration growing in the pit of my stomach that felt far too deep to ignore anymore.

Usually, at times like this, I would simply call my boyfriend and get it out of my system, not that it helped much. But today I had to take matters into my own hands.

After work I drove to the grocery store and decided to treat myself for the night, getting dinner, wine, and new bubble bath soap. The man at the checkout lane looked up at me and smiled as he scanned my items. "Night of relaxation after a busy day at the office?"

Actually, I was on my way to masturbate.

"Yup, long day." He pushed his hair back and I smiled, looking down at his hands. I had a thing for big hands, and the sexual frustration was really getting to my head now. I was beginning to imagine if spanking and getting choked felt as good as they say it does.

"Ma'am?" I snapped away from my dirty thoughts and nodded, grabbing my change, practically sprinting out of the store.

I drove home where I should be alone tonight since Harry had work. He texted me and asked if I wanted to get a drink with him after he got out, which I told him I couldn't and that he should go out and stay out late.

My dinner was quick, nothing fancy, and right afterward I was naked and sitting in a hot bubble bath. I scrolled through my phone and looked around Instagram at photos of hot guys. Of course, I got distracted and looked at memes instead.

Eventually, the water became cold so I rinsed off in the shower before wrapping myself in a towel and going to my bedroom.

I poured a glass of wine, lit some candles and turned on Fight club- sort of a tradition for me- trying to set the mood. I had my 'toys' in my bedside table but I wanted to give myself a bit of time before starting.

And thank God I did.

"Bonnie!" I heard my name being called, along with a loud slam of my front door.

It was from Harry.

I sat up and turned off my candles, turning on a light and adjusting my nightie right as he knocked roughly and came into my room. "Uh, come in?" He fell face-first onto my bed and was crying, probably drunk, and mumbling something into my sheets. "What?"

He pulled back and looked at me with sad eyes and sniffled. "I said, 'I feel sad and need a hug.' Can you hug me, please?"

"What's wrong, are you drunk?" He shook his head, crawling up on the bed to put his arms around me. "Hey, come on buddy, what's going on?" He sighed.

"You're going to think it's stupid." He mumbled against my side.

"No I won't, come on what's going on?" I wiped his tears and helped him up while I grabbed him a glass of water. My nightie wasn't too revealing but Brad Pitt in Fight Club made my nipples hard so I kept my hands covering my chest until I could slip on my robe.

As I came back to the bedroom, Harry had stopped crying and took the water, gulping down the whole thing, and taking a deep breath. "so you know how it been a while since I've had sex? Well, I went out with Niall and he was my wingman and this girl was all over me but like- I suck at talking to women I've lost my actual mojo-"

"Harry that's ridiculous." I shook my head.

"Bonbon I'm serious I can't talk to women, what if I'm broken?" He looks at me with wide eyes. "I'm gonna have to get ten cats."

Ladies and gentlemen, the most dramatic man in the word, Mr. Harry Styles.

"Can you calm the calamity that is your mammaries." He raised an eyebrow. "You're not broken Harry, maybe you need some practice. Tell me what you said to the girl."

"Okay, I walked up to her and I said 'hey I like your sandals' and she said 'their flats' and I said 'okay cool, do you want to dance?' And she said 'I'm gonna get a drink first' so I said I would wait for her to get one, and then she disappeared?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Okay? Maybe she was hoping you would buy her a drink?"

He scoffed, "I'm broke, I can't afford a ten dollar drink, have her wasted and not able to sleep with her because I'm not a monster that picks up drunk women." He fell back on the bed and sighed.

I looked up at the television and saw Brad Pitt shirtless and sweaty. My thighs clenched and I bit my lip looking back down at an equally frustrated Harry.

A sudden thought entered my mind but I quickly tried to snap the idea out of my head. What if Harry and I were to have sex? How good could it be?

No! God, I can't, he's my friend!

But like, it might be good practice and we can get out of our slump. I scoffed at my thoughts, catching Harry's attention. "What?"

"Nothing." I shrugged.

"You're thinking, what are you thinking- oh shit I'm sorry, were you gonna flick the bean? My bad, I'll go." He sat up and was about to leave when I grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

"No, I was thinking about something but it's dumb- so dumb and stupid! Yeah like really stupid because you wouldn't be into it and I mean we just got out of relationships and we're friends you know-"

"You're rambling Bonbon." He teased. "What are you trying to say?"

"Well, I was thinking that since we both have a lot of frustration and stuff, well maybe you and I can… you know?"

Harry smirked and shifted his body to sit directly in front of me with a raised eyebrow.

"Bonnie, are you asking me what I think you're asking me? Do you want me to be your fuck buddy?" He gasped placing a hand over his chest.

I blushed hard, my cheeks turning vermilion. "Oh my God, I must be going crazy- you're right I was going to flip my tortilla or whatever, get out." I stood to push him out of the room but Harry was making himself difficult to push on purpose, letting himself get heavy against my struggling arms.

"Bee, come on, don't be shy." He turned to face me and wiggled his eyebrows.

"I've had too much to drink, I'm talking crazy." I lied, I had only half a glass and I can actually handle my alcohol.

Obviously, Harry knew that too. "Liar." He took a seat on my bed and patted the spot next to him.

"Harry it was just a joke." I shrugged, taking a seat.

"No, it's not, you've been down about what Daniel said to you. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you and I boinked from time to time. I mean you want to focus on your career, and I'm trying to get my shit together, we both don't have time for relationship crap." I agreed. "But we have needs."

"It would be nice to have decent sex." Harry laughed and told me he would be far from decent. "It will be weird between us."

"We won't make it weird, it will be two friends helping each other out, being friendly and all that jazz. Come on Bonbon, we both know what we need." He placed a hand on my thigh and wiggled his eyebrows again.

"Maybe we can sleep on it, and in a few days I'll talk to you." He raised an eyebrow.

"You brought it up," he reminded me.

"I didn't think you'd take it seriously."

"I didn't think you would be down to fuck me." He laughed, playfully pushing me as he stood. "I'm gonna shower and go to bed, you want me to take that?" He asked about my glass of wine.

"No, I'm fine." He gave me a thumbs up and turned to leave the room before I stopped him. "Harry?" My voice was small and shy.

"Yeah?" He turned around holding the doorknob.

"Would- would you be having sex with other girls too?" He sighed, walking back to sit beside me.

"Listen, we can forget about this conversation if you want, go back to normal, but if you want to have me as a fuck buddy-"

"Please stop calling it that," I begged.

"Okay, your plowing partner?" I rolled my eyes. "I will be committed to you sexually and only you. I mean it's a win-win Bee, you get some experience and help with your technique and I get to fuck someone and look for a job without having to deal with a girlfriend. I mean I just want to come home and get my dick sucked every now and then eat some ass and go to bed without the 'why don't we go see my mum this weekend?' Bullshit!"

"You eat ass?" I tilted my head.

"Is my hair naturally curly, of course." He pats my back. "Let me know before Saturday, Niall invited me out to LA, and you already know how girls are out there." He winked at me, turning to leave.

I laid back in bed and covered myself, turning the volume up a bit on the movie.

Could I really have sex with Harry?

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-k