"What am I going to do with you."

I'll tell you what I want you to do to me. I want you to bend me over that counter and fuck the living life out of me.

What am I saying? Moments ago I wanted to leave and now I'm getting the thoughts of him wanting to fuck me? God dammit Rion make up your mind.

"I- I think I should go." The words fall out of my mouth before I even realize what I'm saying. I don't want to go. But I'm afraid.

"What? Why?" He says standing up straight with a disappointed look on his face.

"I'm.. Im afraid." I can't help but look away from his face. I still can't face the true reality of this situation, how am I suppose to face him?

I was sexting a stranger.

The stranger was Harry Styles.

I was sexting Harry Styles.

"Rion." He says sitting next to me on the couch placing a finger under my chin forcing me to look at him.

"I would never hurt you."

Fuck.

He's so incredibly hot. I but bite my lip trying to hide my smile.

I want him. Oh, I want him so bad. And he fucking knows it.

"Kiss me Rion." He says leaning his head forward with his hand behind my back.

My mouth goes dry I lick my lips and start to lean in. His breath hits my face, this is really happening.

"Harry, we're- oh. I'll come back later." A lady with white hair and tattoos says. I think that's Louise. Well she exits the room leaving me and Harry just starring at each other. He breaks into laughter as do I.

"I've really gotta start locking that door." He laughs. Oh the sound of his laugh is so beautiful. The way he squints his eyes closed. And the way his smile is full and bright with his big dimples indenting his cheeks. He truly is so beautiful.

I stand in front of him admiring he's features closely. Pictures really do him no justice, he's so much better looking in person. I don't know why but I felt the need to put my hand on his cheek. I trace his perfect jaw line until my fingers found there way to his lips. He took a huge gulp while knitting his eyebrows together trying to read my expression. He knows how bad I want him. He parted his lips and lunged at me knocking me back onto the couch.

Our lips collided, moving so perfectly together. One of his knees laid in the middle of my parted thighs and the other leg hung off the couch. His lips against mine felt like pure bliss. They were so soft, yet moved so roughly begging to explore the inside of my mouth. I left his lips for a brief second to retrieve air. With that Harry took the chance to slide his tongue into my mouth. He explored my mouth slowly; it was almost torturing the pace he was going. But, it was still wonderful, it gave me a chance to savior ever movement his tongue made against mine. I wanted more.

He pulls away almost too soon. Both of his hands rest on either side of my head holding his body weight. Our breathing his heavy and our chests are rising up in down quickly. His lips are pink and swollen, I'm sure mine are the same. We're caught just starring into each other's eyes for what feels like eternity. His phone goes off in his pocket breaking the eye contact.

"Fuck, sorry." He steps off the couch carefully and answers his phone.

I sit up adjusting myself and fixing my messy hair. I take that moment to really soak in what's happening. I'm sitting in One Directions changing room in Harry Styles t-shirt and boxers. Not to mention we just had a pretty heated make-out session.

"That was my manger. Everyone left for the hotel and he thinks I should head back now too."

Oh. Of course. I knew this wasn't gonna last long. I knew I was just probably another girl on one of his stops. He probably does this every where he goes.

I stand up to gather my stuff. "Well, it was nice meeting you." I say clearing my throat awkwardly.

"Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?"

"Cause you're leaving." How stupid can I actually think Harry wants me.

"Wait you're not coming with?" He asks stepping closer. What's up with this not keeping distance shit. I mean I really don't mind it's just strange how he wants to be so close to me.

"Where else would I go?"

"With me." He says with a huge smile. Is he serious?

"Where would I stay?"

"In my hotel room.. Now get dressed I'll be right outside if you need me."

This is actually happening.

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"Hey mom."

"Honey! Are you okay?" She yells on the other line of the phone.

"Yeah I'm fine sorry I didn't call sooner I got kinda side tracked." It's around twelve in the morning I decided to just tell my mom that I met up with my friend Sadie and decided to sleep over. It seems like a better excuse than telling her I'm at a hotel with Harry Styles. more believable at least.

I got off the phone with her a few minuets ago. I lay my head against the car window while Harry sits next to me. The same bald man who picked me up yesterday drives us to the hotel a few minuets away.

We pulled up to the main entrance its surrounded by dozens of girls outside screaming with cameras in their hands.

"There's no way in hell I'm stepping out in front of them." I look towards Harry. He nods in agreement and tells his driver to pull through the back. Thank God. I don't need twelve years olds sending me death threats.

The car comes to a stop and I reach for the handle to step out. "No don't move!" Harry half yells. I look at him with confusion. "We can't avoid them all." He laughs handing me his green and yellow Green Bay beanie. Sure enough there's at least fifteen more fans lined up behind s fence. I put on my 'disguise' and watch Harry run to my side of the car opening the door for me. "Such a gentlemen." I smile. "Can't say I'm like that in bed." he smirks back.

Oh..

I bite my lip in his response thinking of the dirty images in my head. I'm just happy he's not a mind reader.

"Rion don't look at me like that."

"Like what." I say batting my eyelashes innocently.

"God dammit. If you don't stop I will take you right here in front of all these girls and trust me you'll be screaming louder than all of them combined."

I take a step towards him so I'm able to lean in and whisper into his ear. "Is that a threat or a promise?" I attempt to whisper seductively.

I'm pretty sure I succeed when I feel his strong muscular arms pick me up over his head so my legs are dangling behind him and my cheek is on his chest.

I can hear the girls scream in shock and amusement. "Oh My God." Some shout.

We made our way inside and finally got to the elevator. He put me down, he stood on the other side of the elevator and just starred at me.

"Would you quit that." I spit at him.

"What?" He tilts his head smiling without teeth but showing off his cheeky dimples.

I roll my eyes as the elevator dings signaling we've reached our floor.

Harry pulls out his key card and opens his door. Room number 17. We enter the decent size room that has one giant bed, a blue couch, a flat screen TV, and a full bath. I walk in placing my phone on the night stand. I take a seat on the bed.. His bed. Harry disappeared into the bathroom. But enters the room again shortly.

Oh my God.

My jaw drops and I'm literally speechless.

He stands in front of me in only boxers.

"Daddy's gonna make you fell good."

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