H a r r y

With my chest expanding quickly, my breaths coming out in short pants, I stared wide eyed at the girl currently straddling my lap. Her soft small hands gripped my shoulders tightly to steady herself, fingers digging into my skin before she slowly dragged them down. Nails scratching me almost painfully my eyes instantly flashed up to meet her brown ones, my heart hammering beneath her hands that now pressed flatly over my chest. I let my eyes steadily move over her bare body, gaze lingering on her perky full breasts that were pushed together from the way her arms were stretched out in front of her. My already hard erection stiffened even more at the sight and I bit my lip, eyes flickering up to meet hers just when she looked down at me.

She raised her hips before reaching down to grab my dick, positioning it right below her entrance then sunk down abruptly. She pressed all her weight into me, eyes rolling back when I completely filled her. I choked on air, loving the sight of her on top. My fingers itched to touch her and when I gradually moved my hands down to her waist, she quickly withdrew both my hands and pinned them to the bed.

"It's my turn."

I shivered below her, her soft yet seductive voice causing the blood to shoot down to my hard on. She groaned above me, lip between her teeth as she felt the way it pulsed inside of her. My eyes almost fell shut in pleasure but they snapped back open the moment I felt her circling her hips. I forced them to stay open, wanting to see her fuck me the way I knew she had imagined. I didn't want to miss a second of it and with hungry eyes I watched her swivel her hips, moving them in an unsure circular motion at first. She was new to this, but was slowly becoming more confident in her movements the longer she rode me.

She moved faster by each minute, hips moving fluidly with a rhythm so sensual. It reminded me of dancing, the way her hips effortlessly knew what to do. How to grind. How fast to go. She was gradually blooming into the temptress I knew she was deep down, and it was confirmed when she tilted her head forward and looked at me with wild dark eyes. There was a fire burning behind them, pinning me to the bed and making my cock ache for her. I moaned just from that look alone and the way her lips twitched up into a sultry smirk had me lifting my own hips to fuck up into her.

Her hands on my wrists tightened and she leaned forward, her breasts dangling right below my lips. I lifted my head, ready to take her puckered nipple into my mouth when the hand on my wrist suddenly gripped the hair at the nape of my neck, forcing my head back aggressively until I was looking up at her. "I'm in control now, Harry."

My mouth fell open and before I could say anything else, she released my hair and wrists, moving them to lie flatly over my chest just as she lifted her hips and slammed back down onto my cock. I groaned, eyes wide as I looked up at the beauty now bouncing on me. I was so shocked, completely caught off guard by this side of her but I was also so fucking aroused by it. She had me in the palm of her hand, turning me into mush. My blood was boiling and I felt my cheeks grow hot the faster she went, her tight walls swallowing me. Bringing unimaginable amounts of pleasure to my groin and whole body.

"Baby," I moaned, my hands moving to grip my own hair as I clenched my jaw. I fought to keep my eyes open, the pleasure becoming too much the faster she went. She was pushing me to my climax quickly, faster then anyone ever had and I was losing control over my body. I felt flustered, not knowing what to do with my hands as moans and groans continuously left my mouth. She was stealing my power, taking my control and fisting it in her hands. I was going to combust soon and I let go of my hair, quickly reaching for her hips to slow her down.

"Em, slow down I'm gonna cum if you don't," I gasped out and her eyes flickered down to mine, her long hair curtaining around her shoulders and brushing against the skin of my chest. "You have to cum first."

I saw the challenge flash behind her eyes and I opened my mouth to protest, seeing the idea in that beautiful head of hers. She beat me to it though, shattering the last of my control as she took my hands and held them tightly in hers all while moving her hips back and forth quickly. Thick thighs pressing against the side of my hips as she fucked me with purpose. I held her hands back just as hard, trying to regain my control but she wasn't letting me have it. She rode me hard and fast, fervid eyes holding my gaze and freezing me to the bed. I was immobile, unable to fight off my fast approaching climax with those big brown eyes almost forcing me to cum at her will. My body continuously shuddered and I managed to break our eye contact only to look down at where we were connected. Her lips were pink with arousal around me, and I lost it right then when she lifted her hips enough for me to see my cock slicked with her wetness. I couldn't take it any longer and she rolled her hips above mine so roughly that I shouted with a mix of protest and pleasure. My body shook beneath her as I climaxed, my cock stiffening and twitching inside of her. I was weak and vulnerable, unable to think or see clearly but I still felt her moving. The state I was in only lasted a minute before anger rushed through me when I realized what she had done. How she made me finish first. That has only happened to me twice in my life, the time being when I lost my virginity and then the second time with her just months ago. And I promised myself I would never finish before her ever again.

My half lidded eyes flew open widely, falling on the beauty still riding me with the cockiest and most satisfied smirk I had ever seen. "You're going to pay for that." I growled and that smirk on her face only turned into a full blown smile. She leaned down, lips barely brushing mine.

"Punish me then, Styles."

I smirked at her words, my strength coming back to me as I released her hands and gripped her hips. I flipped her around so quickly she gasped, her hair fanning out against the bed as she blinked up at me. I hovered over her, my hair brushing her forehead when I bent my head to let my lips skim her jaw. "Oh baby, I will."

I reached down, gripping my already growing erection with one hand while the other pushed her legs farther apart. Opening her up to me more, my eyes falling onto her wet core. I licked my lips, guiding my dick forward and watching as the tip slowly slipped through her pus-,"

"Harry!"

I jumped awake at the sudden rough voice cutting through my oh so beautiful dream. My gaze settled on the ceiling above me, my mind a blur as I tried to differ my dream from reality. I blinked several times until the blurriness disappeared, glancing around my room in bewilderment only to see it was still fairly dark outside. I frowned, confusion filling me just as there was pounding on my bedroom door and my eyes flashed with anger at the noise. This fucker is the reason I got interrupted from the best dream of my god damn life.

"Harry!" I hear the deep voice again and I growl lowly to myself, not even bothering to get up from my bed.

"What?" I shouted back in annoyance and the pounding on the door stopped.

"Bro, you told me you'd go with me to the gym. It's 5:30am now, we should have left fifteen minutes ago."

I scowl at the closed door before my gaze moved to the evident tent in my boxers, my hand twitching to take care of my problem. I bit my lip, wondering if I should or go to the gym with Anthony. He was one of my flat mates and I agreed to go so we could get to know each other better. Do some roommate quality time shit together. But that was before I had a hard on and a dream that made me want to stay in bed all day just so I could keep thinking about it.

"I'm not feeling well, I think I'm getting sick so not today. You go without me. Sorry, lad." I say loud enough so he can hear me and after he mumbles a response I hear him walk away, the sound of our front door closing seconds later. I sigh, letting my head sink further back into the pillows as I closed my eyes and thought of my dream. It reminded me of that night together, when she had given herself to me and then taken control the second time. There were difference between the dream and what actually happened, yet there were also a lot of similarities. Like the way she looked at me. The way she bit her lip and the way I could literally feel her walls wrapped around me. It felt so real, the emotions and physical pleasure I had felt in the dream now leaving an imprint on me. I almost felt like I was reliving the whole thing and I wanted nothing more then to go back to sleep and start off where it had ended. The longing I had already had for Emmeline was stronger right now, but I had a strong suspicion it had less to do with the dream and more about the fact that I had finally seen her yesterday.

I think about it now, how crazy it is that she was at the same school as me. It was strange how the one school who didn't listen to the rumors and gossip about me, who still held up their offer of a scholarship, was the same school Em had chosen to go to. I was happy about it, knowing that this meant I might have another shot with her. All summer I had thought about her constantly, wishing for her to just talk to me. To let me apologize and make up for what I said to her. But I was finally starting to accept that maybe I was never going to see her again. So I did the only thing I could and tried to move on.

Guilt stabbed at my gut as I thought of what I had done to try and forget her. How I had tossed my promise to never drink again to the side and got wasted off my ass during one summer night at Louis' house party. I was so far gone that I gave attention to a red head who was begging for it. I felt sick to my stomach now as I remembered taking her up to one of the rooms and using her body to forget Em. But that disgust quickly vanished only to be replaced with embarrassment when I recalled how I had gone limp inside of her when I thought of how she wasn't Em. How her stomach was flat, how she didn't have the dip in her waist that accentuated her curves. Or how her thin long legs were nothing like Em's thick short toned ones. I remember her pushing me off of her in mortification when she physically felt me being turned off and how I didn't even bother to stop her from leaving when I told her I wanted Em. She was beautiful too, but she wasn't her.

I completely failed that attempt, but I promised myself to never use that tactic ever again to try and get over her. I've always heard; the best way to get over someone is to get under someone. That was bullshit, let me tell you. It doesn't work, all it does is distract you from the main issue at hand. Sure, you might get a good fuck and be distracted for a few minutes but the moment it's over you still remember. You still feel that wrenched pain in the pit of your stomach, one that only intensifies when you realize that the person you were just with wasn't the one you really wanted. That feeling doesn't just go away and burying yourself in another's body won't help in the least. Dealing. That's how you get through it. Letting yourself just feel the pain instead of trying to distract yourself from it. You simply just deal with it.

That's what I had been doing for the past month now, and it was slowly working. But after seeing her yesterday, her breathtaking face and those big brown eyes have caused all those feelings that I felt slipping away, to rush back in full force. I felt it taking over my insides, making my heart pound too fast as I thought about her now. About how her cheeks were tinged a light pink, how her dark wavy hair had grown longer up until it nearly reached her ass. Her ass, how much more perky it had gotten. How she looked as if she had gained a little more weight with the extra meat on her hips. Fuck, it was so hard to keep my eyes trained on just her face when she let me walk her to the subway and to her apartment building. My body was already responding her, buzzing and craving her touch. I felt the fire that had dimmed over the months burn bright again and in that minute I had watched her wave goodbye to me as she walked up the stairs to her apartment complex lobby, I knew one thing and one thing only.

I wanted her. And I was going to do just about everything in my power to win her back.

Maybe coming here was a blessing in disguise. Another chance being given to us, and if it was there was no doubt I was going to just waste it. I had refrained from driving to her house over the summer, knowing she didn't want to see me. I respected what she told the nurse to tell me and maybe not seeing her made it easier but it was too late now. There was no way I could just ignore her, not when I knew I'd see her around school. How can I get over her when I knew full well she was here? I couldn't, not now. Seeing her took that possibility away and maybe for her sake I should leave her alone. God knows I'm not enough for her, but I was too selfish to stay away. I wanted her bad and I still fucking cared about her.

By the time I finally manage to pull myself out of my own thoughts, the sun is shining through my wide window. I blink, gazing towards the clock on my night stand to see it's past eight in the morning. I groan in annoyance, knowing I was going to be irritable most of the day now that I hadn't gone back to sleep when I should have. I reluctantly roll out of bed, tearing the blankets off of me in the process before standing and heading to the bathroom just outside my bedroom. Luckily my other flat mate was away visiting family for the week before school officially started. We had only lived together for two weeks now and he was already a nuisance to me with his constant hogging of the shower and toilet. What man takes two hours in there? None that I've heard of. I'm fully convinced he spends all his time jerking off. 

I shove the door open, closing it behind me before stripping my only article of clothing off. I kick my boxers to the side and open the shower door, turning the water on and waiting until it's heated enough. Once it is I hop in and take the fastest shower of my life, briefly pausing to change it to cold water to rid myself of my morning wood. I turn it off once it's gone and step out, cursing Anthony when I see he didn't replace the towels last night like I reminded him to before he showered himself. With no other choice I brush my teeth and walk out into the hallway fully nude, sauntering to the closet with the towels in it and grabbing myself one. I dry myself off as I walk into my bedroom and throw on a pair of boxers, skinny jeans, and palm printed button up shirt. I simultaneously rub the towel through my hair as I slip on a pair of black boots and put on some deodorant before finally leaving my room after pushing my phone into my back pocket. Heading down the hallway, I briefly stop to grab a banana and pocket my keys as I walk out of the apartment. 

It isn't long before I make it down to the first floor, nodding at the men working in the lounge area and walking through the front doors. The air is crisp against my skin when I step out but it isn't cold enough to be wearing a coat, not when I knew it would get hot in two hours or so. Shoving my hands into my pockets I walked down the sidewalk, glancing at all the stores I passed as I did. I wasn't sure where to start applying first but once I noticed a music store, I walked inside with a shrug and headed towards the front counter. 

I put on the happy go friendly facade I've learned to build up during an interview or meeting of possible employers as I shake hands with the owner and introduce myself. I smile, pretending I'm in the best mood when really I was sleepy as fuck and actually growing hungry. The man doesn't notice and asks me a few questions about my previous jobs as I fill out an application, seeming interested when I mention how I worked at a record store a year ago. We talk about music for a few minutes and I hand him the application before waving goodbye and walking out of the store, moving on to the next. This goes on for another hour, me applying to random places I see and I start to get tired with my pretense by the fifth one I visit. None of the places seemed all that exciting to work at, they didn't appeal to me that much and I knew if I got hired by one of them I wouldn't enjoy it. But a job was a job, so If I did get hired I was taking it either way. 

After walking out of the sixth store, I'm deciding that It's the last one for the day and turn to cross the street. There's no cars and I hurriedly run, knowing the drivers here didn't give a damn if they ran you over or not. I make it to the other side safely and when I look up, I see a display window with so many colors. I tilt my head in interest, walking closer to the window to see the decorative pastries on one side of the store while the other was filled with various books. Feeling a sudden pull towards the place I head to the door and walk inside, my eyes actually growing wide when I see hundreds of animated books displayed on a bunch of stands. There were tables sitting in the middle of the store, a chalk board on the wall across from it. Streamers hung from the ceilings and the abrupt smell of cookies and coffee filled my nose that I looked towards the far side of the store to see a counter with pastries behind the small display windows. There was an older woman working behind it, her hair short and light brown with few gray streaks in it while she had a pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose. She was cleaning the counter and I walked over to her, gentle blue eyes looking up when I reach it. 

"Hello." I say with a smile, not needing to put up my pretense this time. I automatically got a sense of warmth from this store the moment I walked in, making me feel comfortable and welcomed. "I'm Harry." 

She looks down at my outstretched hand and smiles kindly up at me, taking my hand in hers and shaking it. "Hello darling, I'm Barbra. Did you need help with anything?" 

I shake my head with a grin, eyes flickering over all the delicious looking pastries sitting behind the windows. "No no. I was just admiring this store you've got here," I glance at the wall that had streams of stickers hanging from it, some missing while others were still there. "It's lovely. It reminds me a lot of a store back in England." 

"I knew you were a Brit, that fine accent gives you away." She says with humor and I chuckle, turning to look back down at the small woman who had an amused smile on her face. 

"You've caught me." I smile and step closer to the counter, straightening my back as I meet her gaze. "I really do like this store. Do you happen to be hiring?"

She arches her eyebrow and tilts her head with amusement etched on her aging face. "You want to work here? In a children's bookstore?" 

I give her a funny look and glance towards the book displays, now barely noticing how they were all cartoons. "I didn't know it was a children's store," I tell her before looking back to meet her questioning eyes. "I would still like to work here though."

She smiles again and wipes down the counter with a rag. "I'm kidding darling. It's also an adult store, those racy books you kids seem to love these days are at the far back shelves." She laughs when I give her a dubious look, her hearty laugh echoing off the walls. "But to answer your question, yes we are hiring. Do you have any experience with retail in books?" 

"I have experience with retail in music," I say with a hopeful grin and glance at the cookies displayed on a decorative plate. "But I also have experience with working in a bakery." 

"You worked in a bakery?" I hear the surprise in her voice and I grin widely, nodding while she smiles and her eyes widen. "Do you know how to make anything?" 

"I know how to bake a cake, cookies, cupcakes, scones, and a few other stuff. I'm a quick learner though, so I would love to learn how to bake more. I also know how to decorate." 

"You know how to frost?" 

"Yes."

"What about ice?" 

I nod and grin when I see the impressed look on her face. "That too, yes." 

She nods and slaps the towel onto the counter. "Well Harry, I wasn't originally looking for another baker but you're hired."

My eyes go wide and my smile falters for a moment, seriousness taking over my expression at surprise that I literally got the job on the spot. "Wait, shit really?" I stop when I realize I've cussed and hurriedly go to correct myself. "Oh god, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that I'm so sorry." 

She throws her head back in laughter and shakes her head at me, her cheeks tinged pink when she raised her finger to wave it at me. "First rule of working here; no cursing. There's going to be children around here and the last thing I need are angry parents complaining about the well being of their kid's ears." She looks dead serious for a moment before a wide grin splits across her face. "You got it honey?"

I nod quickly, saluting her and she laughs at my lame gesture. "I've got it Ma'am." 

"Oh, honey. Call me Barbra." She pats my shoulder and waves me around the counter until I'm right next to her and she gestures to the hall where there's hooks holding five aprons. "Those over there are the required aprons you'll need to wear while you're behind the counter. You don't need to wear it when you're working the register for the books."

"Register for the books?" I ask with an arched eyebrow and she nods, pointing her hand to the other side of the store literally right across from our counter only for me to see another that looks just like this one, except there are no pastries or windows. 

"Since I actually needed another cashier for that part of the store, you're going to be working both sides. I'll pay you five dollars more above minimum wage. You alright with that?" 

My eyebrows shoot up, not expecting her to pay me more then what I was expecting. Was she paying the other employees just as much? I didn't know, but I wasn't going to complain. "I'm perfectly alright with that." 

She grins and claps her hands excitedly. "Fantastic! When can you start?"

"Right away." I smile and she nods, pulling out papers from a drawer beneath the counter. She lays them on top of the marble, taking a pen from her pocket before clicking it. 

"Alright, we'll work out a schedule for you right now. How about you wo-,"

"Harry?"

I turn around abruptly at the familiar voice and my whole body flares with heat when I see Emmeline standing on the other side of the counter. My eyes widen instantly before they fall down to see her body covered in a dark pair of jeans while her top half was covered in a navy blue v-neck shirt and black cardigan. My gaze lingered on her chest much longer then what was necessary when I saw the swell of her breasts from the top that hugged her curves and I felt a familiar ache in my groin at the sight. I looked away quickly, knowing if I kept staring it would be noticeable to not only Em but Barbra as well. My eyes met hers and she stared at me in confusion, mouth gaping open while her eyebrows drew together. 

I opened my mouth, ready to respond when Barbra's shrill voice behind me beat me to it. "Oh Emmeline! I wasn't expecting you!" I watched in bewilderment as the small woman rushed around the counter until she was right next to Em, gripping her arm and pulling her back around to where I stood. "But now that you're here I want you to meet our new employee! Harry this is Emmeline. Emmeline this is Harry, your new co-worker." 

I looked over at Em with wide eyes, her expression mirroring mine. I stared at her in shock and neither one of us moved or breathed for a moment until Barbra nudged Em in the back, making her stumble forward. She caught herself before she could fall into me and stood up straight, tucking her hair behind her ear while her eyes darted to Barbra and then back to me. She flushed red and looked up at me so shyly it made me want to grab her and push her up against the wall. Her shoulders rose and fell and she cleared her throat, chin raising. "Hi Harry, I'm Emmeline." 

She stuck her hand out for me to shake and my gaze fell to her thin fingers, seeing her nails painted a bright red. I stared at it for a moment until I felt my lips twitching into a smirk and I tilted my chin up, looking down at her with amusement. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh as her cheeks reddened even more. Oh this was good, this was so fucking good. We were going to be working together. She can't get rid of me, at least not so easily. This was my chance. I grinned down at her, at the new motivation I had to be coming to work as I slipped my hand into hers, clasping it tightly. "Hello, Emmeline. Nice to meet you." 

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