A Beautiful Mess

"I can't believe I'm here," I mumbled.

My short pencil skirt was too tight. My crop top was driving me insane. My heels were making my ankles ache. My makeup was caked on. My hair was a frizzy mess. I was a hot mess. But at least I tried. The door swung open and there he stood. His perfectly disheveled curls. His green eyes. His smirk. His tight ripped jeans. His low cut shirt. He was Harry Styles for gods sake. He couldn't not look good.

He pulled me in and slammed the door shut, locking it behind me. A second later he had me slammed against the wall as his lips met mine and his hands roamed. I moaned into his mouth as my eyes slipped shut. My hands balled up his shirt and pulled him closer to me. Our lips moved against one anothers in a feverish manner. God. I was in heaven.

We finally pulled away for air, but that didn't stop him. He started his attack on my neck, making me moan when he found my sweet spot. He probably found it the night of Grimmy's party. My eyes fluttered closed as he nipped, sucked, and licked that spot. His hands disappeared from their spots and settled on my bum where he grabbed it and lifted me up so my legs wrapped around him. A second later my back met the soft mattress as he hovered over me.

"Harry," I breathed, as he unzipped my crop top and kissed the valley of my breasts. I could feel him smirk against my skin as he continued his journey to the waistband of my skirt. Damn him. He knew what he was doing to me. He kissed there again letting his tongue swirl down my skin. I arched into him, breathing heavily and pulled at his shirt. In record time he had all of our clothes off leaving him staring down at me, lust clouding his eyes. He passionately kissed me making me melt on the inside. I gasped sharply as he shifted and I felt his erection at my entrance, teasing me. I broke away and tried to buck my hips but he held them down.

"Harry," I whined. He just smirked and said, “Tell me what you want."

I gave him a look that said 'are-you-serious'. He just kept that smirk on his face. “Beg me," he taunted. He moved up a little making his erection tease me even more. “I want you to fuck me. I want your dick inside of me." I cried out in pleasure when he plunged all the way into me. I instantly rocked my hips against making him let out a low groan.

He started rocking his hips against mine at a fast pace. His lips came back to mine and we panted against one another, our lips meeting now and then. He hitched my legs up around his waist so I locked them there and ran my hands down to his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as he moved faster. I felt shock waves tingle up and down my body.

"Bloody hell," he groaned. I smirked, rolling my hips again and tightening my legs around his waist. "Fuck."

What he doesn't know, is that I'm leaving right after we're done.


How can you not like sushi?! It's amazing!

I rolled my eyes at my phone and typed back to Niall.

I'm not gonna stick raw, slimy fish in my mouth. That's just disgusting.

"Are you texting the Irish one again?" Kale asked. I shrugged. "Maybe I am. What's it to you?"

He threw himself on my couch while Finn was on the other couch. That left me to sit on the Lazy Boy recliner which was literally as soft as a fucking cloud. All of a sudden Kale busted out laughing. I looked at him and then at Finn, to find him smirking. He must have said something. Arseholes.

"What'd you say?" Finn shrugged and said, "Oh nothin'."

With a roll of my eyes, I stood up and stalked over to my desk that had all my DJ equipment on it. I had a mix to work on. Those wankers could choke on spit and die for all I cared.


"Why am I here?" I mumbled.

Oh that's right, I'll begged and pleaded for me to come. So here I was in Tunbridge Wells, Kent, England in this place with tents and cameras and loads of people and security and props. Weird and unusual props. Everyone was in bright, happy colors and here I was in my Barbie bitch shirt, plaid flannel, skinny jeans, high top sneakers, billed beanie, and round glasses. I was the definition of grunge. I didn't fit in at all. But when did I ever?

"I'm sorry Miss, but you can't be here," a big, burly man spoke. I looked up at him as towered over me and got the undeniable urge to punch him. "Listen, Rambo, Niall invited me, so step aside and let me through," I spoke with an edge.

He crossed those unnaturally muslced arms across his equally unnaturally muscled chest and glared down at me. "I don't think so, Rambo. Now get back in your precious car and drive back home."

"Whatever you fucking wanker," I spat. I turned around and started marching toward my car. And my car wasn't precious, it was badass. My favorite birthday gift from my parents in my whole eighteen and a half years. Probably the best gift I got on my eighteenth. The Aston Martin Vanquish that I liked to call the Bat Mobile was my baby.

All of a sudden my wrist was grabbed. I almost decked the culprit until I saw it was the lad from Niall's band with his head shaved. My heart rate went back to normal as I returned his grin. "Hey," he greeted. "I was hollering at you. Did you not hear me?"

I chuckled at the irony of the question. Did I hear him? "No, sorry, I was in my head. What were you saying?"

"No worries! I overheard you talking to one of the security guards but didn't get to you fast enough," he explained. "So I came to get you and take you to me and the other lads."

He was a talker. And a sweet lad. And an adorable lad. I chuckled at him. "Well, lets go." He offered me his arm which I gratefully took, looping mine through his. "Off we go m'lady," he said in an overdone British accent. It was so overdone that I could hardly understand it.

"Lead the way good sir!" When we finally made it to where the others were, I almost wanted to gauge my eyes out. There were so many bright colors. And so many stuck up girls. A few kept giving me the eye when they saw my arm hooked with... Liams? I hope that's his name. I'm horrible with names sometimes. My dad said it was because I was so detacthed from the outside world and that I didn't feel the need to remember their names when I already had everyone I already needed in my life. My parents, Finn, Kale, and Ronnie were all I needed. Nobody else.

"Look who I found scuffling with a security guard." I happened to have my hearing aids in so I didn't have to be fully looking at Liam to hear him say that. Now when my back was facing him and I was walking away, and in my head, I couldn't hear it. Niall of course laughed, as did two of the others, but Harry just stared at me. A smirk appeared on his face as he gave me the once over.
"Like your beanie," he commented. My brows furrowed and I tried to remember what beanie I was wearing. Oh balls. I was wearing his beanie. The one I stole when I first slept with him! Bollocks! Why'd I have to wear that one? I have a bazillion others. "Thanks," I replied. Looking at Niall, I raises my eyebrows. "So why am I here?"

He grinned, showing off his braces. "To watch us film our new music video. You said you had nothing to do, so I figured I'd invite you."

"How thoughtful," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I wasn't in the mood to deal with peppy little stuck up girls and moody steroid pumped guys. I wanted to be at home in bed watching films.

"So, Spencer," the blue eyed lad spoke. What was his name? "Sorry, but what's your name?" I asked.

"Louis." He ran his hands through his hair. "So, I heard from a little birdy that you spent the night with Harry." The others were off getting their hair and makeup done. Lads wearing makeup. What has the world come to? He said that quietly enough to where no one else heard him and if anyone had, I would have decked him.

I shook my head. "I don't recall spending the night." If Harry's going to blab his mouth, he needs to blab the truth not lies. "Does he know that liars go to hell?"

Louis laughed. "Obviously not. But listen, don't screw with him. Or Niall for that matter. They're like my little brothers and if you screw 'em over, you'll regret it."

My eyes narrowed on his face. "Who said I'd screw 'em over? I'm not interested in either of them, so get your knickers out of a twist."

He went to say something but the others came up and Harry took the sunglasses off my head. "Look guys, I'm Ozzy Osbourne!" He put them on and started acting like Ozzy. "Sharon! Sharon! Sharon!"

I gaped at him. "Give them back you arse! Those are expensive!" Stepping forward, I tried to take them off his face but he moved out of my reach. I will fucking kill him. "I swear to fucking god, I will kill you. Verdammtes arschloch," I snapped.

"Woah," Louis spoke. "That sounded mean. Was it something mean?"

"Google it." I snatched my glasses from the dumbarses face and stood with my arms crossed, looking anywhere but at him. He could go die in that stupid pond I saw a ways over.