HARRY E. STYLES
June, 2020

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I could not stop yawning.

Every five minutes: yawn.

Griffin kept telling me off, trying to get me to stop yawning because it made her yawn. It's like my mind could only see that one word: yawn.

I didn't even make sense anymore.

Laughing as I wiped my eyes with the side of my finger, I sniffled and straightened my back, both of my hands remaining on the steering wheel. Sliding them to the top, my shoulders dropped, eyes widening as I focused on not doing one thing it wanted to do.

"Somehow, I don't think driving tonight was a good idea," she told me what already was going through my head. Problem was, we were on the motorway, about an hour away from home and no part of me wished to turn back now.

"Talk to me, then."

"You sound like my dad," she laughed. "He'd always tell my mum to talk to him on long drives, even if she had no idea what to talk about, just so he could stay awake."

"Where did you guys travel?"

"All over the place," she shrugged. "Wales, Scotland and one time, even to Ireland. It was fun but it didn't come without a bunch of little arguments between us all. It's a nightmare to go anywhere with my parents and siblings."

Listening to a bunch of stories Griffin had to share from family trips to holidays with her friends, somehow, we made it to Manchester. There was a slight change in plans regarding where we were staying. It turned out to be easier to stay in the city centre than go back home so mum and dad booked a few hotel rooms as a treat for Alexander's birthday. When mum called me and asked if I was still coming, I had her on speaker so Griffin heard her swoon the moment she was told I'm taking Griffin with me.

Once I parked and we checked in, the lift ride up to our room felt like years rather than minutes. The simple room lit up in a gentle, yellow glow as the light flicked on, the first thing I did was jump on the bed. My back sunk into the mattress, my feet dangling off as I stretched out, arms above my head.

Not too long after, Griffin joined me, lying on the side closest to the ceiling to floor glass windows. I could tell she was extremely tired, much like me, and there was no way either of us would move any time soon. Mother called me about twenty minutes later, just wondering if we arrived yet and managed to check in. Once her nerves were calmed and she could breathe, knowing we were fine, she told me—or more like us because she was on speaker again—she was very excited to finally meet Griffin.

I may or may not have told my mother about her. Multiple times. To say that she was surprised when another woman's name left my lips and not one she was used to for the first time, is an understatement for sure. For a while, she kind of expected me to propose to my ex, which would've been nice, considering how long we'd been together. Thinking about that now, it felt weird. Nadine and I just didn't seem like a good pairing, after being broken up for so long. Wasn't too sure how we even managed to pull three years out of our asses but regretting it would've required more effort than not thinking about it. Focusing on the past, when the present had so much to offer, would've been idiotic of me.

"Your mother sounds insanely posh," Griffin chuckled after the call ended, making me laugh with her. People have said that, and to be fair, it was something that came to my attention, too. Suppose it came from her being so focused on her job, being so serious all the time in meetings and whatnot. "She's gonna judge the fuck out of me."

"No, she won't."

"You say that now but then I'll end up swearing randomly and she'll have my neck."

"She won't," I repeated.

"Your argument is really persuading me otherwise," she snorted.

"M'tired. Leave me alone," I groaned as I rolled onto my side, pulling up my legs once my shoes were kicked off and curled under the duvet. "Turn off the lights."

"You're closer to the switch."

"But I'm comfy already."

"I have boo boo's all over my tummy."

"That's not fair," I groaned.

"But it's the truth."

"I really don't like you," I threw the duvet back to sit up then get out of bed, taking a couple of steps towards the wall that held the switch. Glancing back to the bed, she was only in a shirt, sliding off her bra from under. Tossing it to the side, she quickly got on the bed then I asked, "You comfy?"

"Once you get in here, I will be," she smiled at me and I rolled my eyes, though grinning as I turned off the light. "Can you s-,"

"Fuck!" I cursed as I tripped over my shoes, falling onto the bed with my hands pressing into the mattress. Griffin, like the supportive woman she was, burst out laughing, her entire body shaking as I moved. Trying to keep back my own snickers, I nibbled on my cheek. "Stop laughing at me."

"You're so clumsy," she commented while I tugged my shirt off, remaining in only my boxers and socks. "You can't see in the dark at all."

"Just because you have four eyes, doesn't mean all of us do."

"The fact that you have a shit sense of direction has nothing to do with my four eyes. Leave them alone, meanie."

"Sorry. You know I love when all four of them check me out," I smirked, even though she couldn't see me, and pulled the duvet over me. "Cuddles or sleep?"

"Cuddle me and I'll decide," she said. "But watch out for my st-,"

"I know. I didn't forget," I interrupted her. It was pretty hard to forget about the bruises, no matter how nicely they were healing. We went for a shower before we left, although separately, I still watched her moisturise the hurt areas after. She didn't wince or complain, simply got on with it. "I hate it, you know. That they hurt you so much."

"Eh. It's whatever."

Snuggling as close to her as I could, I said, "It's not but I'm too tired to argue."

"Good. Let's not talk about it."

And we didn't.

For a while, I felt her play with the braided bracelet around my wrist then I did not. Heavy sleep washed over me, curling me through the soft tides as the woman in my arms eventually moved away and I was left to cuddle the duvet in my unconscious state.

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Not setting an alarm for the next morning was definitely a mistake. Griffin and I slept in until eleven and we only woke up around quarter past because my phone rang. Mother dearest wondered what we were going to do until dinner, which was the main reason for us being here, so when she was told we had no plans, she sounded rather cheery as she shared some of hers and dad's with us.

My phone sat on my chest as mum spoke through the speaker.

"We're overdue a shopping day, anyway," she said, interrupted by my father in the background, mumbling about how we are always overdue for shopping. Griffin giggled by my side, softening the sound by pressing her mouth against the duvet. Running my hand over her thigh under the warm sheets, she glanced at me and I rolled my eyes at their bickering.

"Shall we just meet you guys there, then?" I asked mother, wanting to get off the phone.

"Yes, that certainly sounds like a plan, doesn't it, Daniel?" she addressed her last words to my father, who responded in the same tone, 'Sure does, Melissa.' He also told my mother to 'let the kid go and get ready' before mum said her goodbyes, promising to see us soon.

"God damn," I sighed, closing my eyes finally and sinking further under the duvet. Griffin hovered over me, her warm lips kissed my cheek, pouting when her mouth touched the freshly shaven skin. Her fingers ran over the same spot as my eyes peeked at her, watching as she leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

Grinning into the gesture, she straddled my hips in no time, kissing me more, over and over again. Sliding my hands onto her thighs until my fingers spread around her round flesh, she moaned into the kiss as I squeezed her, grinding her core against me. Feeling her delicate hands on my chest, her fingers crawled around my neck, teasing me as she sat up, her back straight, head tilted. Fire burned behind her eyes, her bed hair making her look all too innocent compared to what she must've been feeling.

"How much time do we have?" she asked, circling her touch down my chest, fingers running over my nipples as they hardened, my skin covered in goose bumps. Fidgeting under her hold, my hips moved against her to gain some friction. My cock was becoming harder, growing under her warmth.

"Longer than we could possibly need."

"Don't doubt that," she grinned, connecting our lips again. Kneading her flesh as she rode back onto me, kissing me with her tongue deep in my mouth, she tugged on my hair. Pulling back from the wet kiss, her lips were shiny and red, almost like she'd been eating an ice lolly, making me growl at the thought as I pushed my hips up and into hers. "So desperate for it, aren't you?" she sang the words, rolling her hips dangerously slow. "Gonna beg me for it, won't you?"

"You want me as much as I want you," I breathed.

"Maybe," she hummed, moving back off of me and taking the friction with her. Whining as she sat on the bed by my legs, her index and middle fingers ran up from my knee to my thigh, making me screw my eyes shut and breathe heavily once her touch hovered over my bulge. "Touch yourself for me," she drew back instantly, my eyes snapping open as the words hung in the air.

Eager to ease myself, I hooked my fingers in the band of my boxers, wanting them off of me as soon as possible. Rolling down my hips, over my thighs and legs, to my ankles, the gentle breeze made me shiver. My eyes shut as the touch of my palm hovered over my abdomen, teasing closer to where I felt myself growing heavier. Taking my erect cock in my hand, moving it up and down a few times, I ran my fingers over the tip, my chest collapsing as it gasped for air.

Wishing it were her hands tightening around me, her face popped up behind my closed eyes. Thinking of her slick hand pumping me in the shower, sliding up and down my shaft, avoiding the reddening tip at all costs, made me whimper and mouth her name. Images of her wet breasts pressing against the shower wall as I fucked her over and over, angling her ass so I could watch myself disappear inside of her, feeling her warm cunt clamping around my veiny, throbbing dick, squeezed a throaty moan out of me. My free hand travelled upwards my body, sliding over my hard nipples as I reminisced the sound of her arousal filling the air, the feel of her plush walls clenching around me in desperate need for release.

Soft panting drove me from my thoughts, my eyes slowly opening to catch Griffin as she leaned on her hands, her legs apart and gently bent at the knees. Her eyes snapped up to mine before they travelled down to my hand, jerking myself at a paced rhythm. Edging herself, she moved her hip to find some release but did nothing to touch her aching pussy.

"Wish you were touching me," the words barely made it out of my mouth, feeling myself beg for air as my fingers toyed with the tip of my cock. "Wish you were rolling your tongue on me, sucking me dry with those pretty lips."

"Yeah?" she hummed, her voice thick with lust. "Is that what you're thinking about? My mouth on your cock?"

"Mhm," I responded.

"What else?" she wondered. "Tell me what's making you want to come so bad."

Moaning without thinking about anything else but her, I couldn't miss the quiet whimper flying past her lips. I watched her as she looked back at me, refusing to move the underwear clamped between her soft thighs. She was so close yet so far away from me, my lips moving by themselves as I told her I wanted her on my chest, her legs wrapped tightly around my head so I could lick into her sweet pussy and collect the honey glistening between her velvety lips.

"Oh, Harry," she whined, shuffling on the bed which made me look. Her fingers hooked into her underwear, pulling it down to stretch between her knees. Keeping herself up with one arm, the right travelled between her legs, fingers running down her outer lip before she hovered over her slit. "I don't want to come. Not yet," she slurred her words as I intently watched her middle finger disappear between her lips, gasping, the second she felt her arousal. "Fuck... I wish you'd lick me clean."

"Sit on my face, princess," I requested, my hand tugging on my cock fast. I was aching so bad and she looked so good with her legs apart and hand busy. She wasn't going to touch herself properly and I wanted to do it for her, glide my tongue into her to get her thighs shaking, her lungs begging for me to stop so she can breathe. She loved my mouth on her clit, my tongue delving right into her little bundle of nerves as I'd suckle on it, pulling it back with my lips or teeth. She'd beg me to finally fuck her, shaking in my arms as she'd lose control over herself. "I want you in my mouth."

Not stopping my hand when she moved, I felt her sit by me but not on me. Whining at the thought, I ran my hand over my tip, grasping the sheets beneath me and my toes curled inwards.

"Open up for me," she whispered, leaning over as I did what she asked, keeping the eye contact between us. She lifted her finger, drawing it closer and closer to my lips until she touched my tongue, a playful smile flickering through her chocolatey buttons. Wrapping my mouth around her digit, the salty taste spread in my mouth and I moaned as she let me swirl my tongue around, enjoying her taste. Watching her as I bobbed my head slightly, her lips parted, whimpering as she realised what I was doing. "Ah, you're making me so wet," she tossed her head back as her finger moved from my mouth, dragging down my chin and over my chest. "I wish you could feel me right now... m'so soaked."

"'do so many naughty things to you," I rasped out, feeling my stomach burn as she sat back, spreading her legs for me. Her cheeks were burning from how horny she was, red as an apple. "Jesus fucking Christ... let me touch you, princess."

"No," she refused, closing up and hiding herself. "I want to save that for later—I want to taste you now. Suck your pretty cock until you're shaking again, hm? You'd love that, wouldn't you? Feeling my tongue on your balls, kissing my way up to your aching little tip, right?"

"You're the devil herself," the words made me smirk and she chuckled at my response, my hips pushing into my hand as I felt myself nearing my orgasm. "Take me in your mouth or so help me go-," god. That's what I wished to say. But she stole my breath, my words along with it, as her cold fingers peeled mine off, helping my shaft between her warm lips.

Cutting up my breath, her movements were fast. She fit as much of me into her mouth as she could, the rest jerked by her hands. Travelling down, she grasped my balls, playing with them to get me to my orgasm faster. Her saliva pooled at the base of my cock as she softly gagged on me, my tip hitting the back of her throat. My eyes rolled to the back of my skull as I fisted her hair, pushing her farther down to feel it again.

"I'm gonna come—fuck, I'm gonna... gonna come," I writhed, my body becoming uncontrollable. Her teeth gently grazed my skin, her fingers grasping my thighs with her finger nails deepening into the flesh. "God dammit," I shouted as her lips sucked on the tip of my cock and I came undone, filling her mouth with my cum. The good little princess she was, every drop ended in her tummy, swallowing me like she's been waiting for it for a while.

My chest heaving up and down as she let go of me, my cock softening, my heart was also calming down. Lazily opened my eyes in time to catch her collect some of my cum from the corner of her mouth, sucking her thumb to rid it of my traces.

"Mhm," she grinned happily, pressing a kiss to my lips. "Always so good for me, aren't you?"

"You ruin me," I grabbed her face, stealing another kiss from her.

"Yeah," she nodded, nudging her nose against mine. "I like to think that I am."

Shaking my head at her, I watched as she left me in the bed, naked, and satisfied. Announcing that she was off for a shower, I wanted nothing more than to follow but my legs were jelly-like, still under the ecstasy of her lips.

I would never be able to get enough of her.

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Manchester was pretty sunny today. It felt so nice to wear loose clothes without a coat. I was certain nothing could scrape the smile off of my face, even though the shopping centre was packed. It clearly bothered Griffin, who kept cursing and groaning, squeezing my hand when she was becoming more and more fed up. I'd tug her closer and kiss the back of her hand or her temple, chuckling at the grumpy woman as we strolled behind my parents.

Whilst my mother wanted to visit John Lewis, father decided he wanted to go to Nespresso. That left me and my girl to witness the bickering, oddly reminding me of us, actually. Griffin denied it, of course, telling me that we've never done anything like that before. Kissing her on the mouth distracted us enough to find we were left alone the moment we pulled apart.

"Did they really just leave us here?" she asked, turning to me. Our eyes met and we burst out laughing.

"Well, I guess that leaves us to do whatever we want, right?" I said. "I'm thinking food because we had to skip breakfast."

"Yeah, sounds like a plan," she nodded. "What you thinking?"

"A burger, to be honest," he responded. "A juicy cheeseburger—yeah, we're going to BGK."

"Their onion rings are to die for so I'm not going to say no," she responded. "Shit, I'm so excited. Are you gonna let your parents know?"

"They didn't tell us where they are going. We won't, either," I shrugged and she nodded, telling me she didn't really care just thought it would've been nice.

She got along with them well. Just before we met up, she stopped me and made me kiss her five times, telling me she needed something to push her through this. Of course, I did what she wanted, chuckling as I reassured her that she'll be fine and my parents will like her as much as I do. Although they were surprised when they first saw her, dressed in jeans, a white top, a black cardigan and white Vans, it was, hopefully, a nice shock to them. Mum made sure to pull me back a little and tell me how gorgeous she was before bombarding her with questions. Dad patted me on the back, telling me he already liked her better than the 'other one' and pretty much left it at that. Inside the shopping centre, my parents were busy chattering between themselves until they ended up bickering and leaving us on our own.

I could tell it was not the kind of 'meet my parents' experience Griffin expected but she did not complain. In fact, I believed she preferred this to having to sit with them and eat whilst also holding an interesting enough conversation.

Sitting across from each other in the restaurant, I already missed holding her to me and pressing little kisses to her temple and forehead whenever I felt like it. Unable to keep my eyes off of her, she looked so pretty in her black framed glasses with her freshly washed hair cascading down the side of her face before she brushed it to the other side, revealing her neck, the gold necklace glistening under the light.

She was typing away on her phone, the screen lighting up her face as it laid on the table between us. Her hands were pressed against her chest, the two index fingers typing her message. My stare may have been a little intense because she eventually looked up from it, smiling at me as her eyes closed, her cheeks bright, then went back to finishing off the text.

"Sometimes, I feel like my cousin worries more about me than my parents," she sighed, reaching for the glass of coke before her. She brought it to her lips to take a sip, the ice cubes clinking in the drink as they moved.

"You were kind of trusted to him, though, weren't you?" I said, watching as she leaned back in her chair, too. "It makes sense for him to worry. He cares."

"Yeah... I guess," she shrugged. "He wants to propose to Rachel. Have I told you that?"

"I don't recall you mentioning it, no," I shook my head. "How long have they been together?"

"Five years officially but I reckon they've been fucking around before that," she chuckled. "Remember ages ago when you wanted me to help plan your ex's birthday party and you came up to my apartment?"

"Yeah—we caught him getting head," I laughed, a shiver running down my body at the mortifying memory. "Wait, was that Rachel?"

"Hm-mhm," she nodded with her lips pressed tightly together, reliving the day. "Yeah. That was her."

"No wonder both of them hate me."

"Shut up. No, they don't," she rolled her eyes. "Callum is actually very fond of you. As for Rachel, she's a tougher bitch to crack than I am so I wouldn't expect her approval or anything for years."

"Years, huh?" I grinned. "Expect to be with me for a while?"

"I'd be pretty stupid to pass you up," she began, making my heart accelerate a little. "Finding someone who knows how to make me truly happy is difficult," the smug look in her eyes gave away that she talked about our sex life, which, to be completely honest, was pretty fucking good. Still, it wasn't the answer I expected, making me laugh and sit up properly as our food was brought out.