glad you came - harry styles oneshot
Inspired by the song Glad You Came by The Wanted. WARNING: CONTAINS SMUT!
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(the sun goes down, the stars come out)
I took the chance and texted her. The only girl in my contact list I’d bothered with in the last four weeks.
Come tonight.
I crossed my fingers under my iPhone. Sometimes she replied and sometimes she didn’t. I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me. Probably not. Letting my head lull back against the couch, my mind wandered to that first night we met. She was cruel, but I was captivated.
It was after the Brits. The boys and I had made our way to the after-party. I was slightly tipsy from all the champagne I had during the show, but it only resulted in my good mood being multiplied. We all walked in together, grinning, giddy, showing our age of the excitement of the achievement we had just accomplished.
The party was already in full swing, people handing me drinks one right after the other, people I’d never met seen before were clapping me on the back telling me they’d never been so proud. Yeah, me neither, I thought.
(all that matters is here and now)
The music was blaring and I could feel the bass pumping through my skin. A large crowd was already plastered to the floor, and I could see the boys, even Niall, who was dancing on the outside, avoiding his fear of tight spaces. Louis grinned at me, bringing his girl’s hips closer to his. As much as I wanted to dance, no girls caught my eye. Nameless, pointless girl told me hello and each time I found an excuse to walk away.
A few minutes later, I found myself on the balcony of the club, instantly recognizing a girl I used to attend school with. I smiled at her and she grinned back. I made my way to her, greeting her politely. A few minutes passed and the girl introduced me to another girl who had just made her way through the crowd. She was tiny, but with her heels, she wasn’t too much shorter than me.
Her hair was dark, falling down her back in loose waves. The girl looked up at me through her eyelashes, taking a sip of her drink.
(you cast a spell on me, cast a spell on me)
It suddenly felt like my world had shifted. It was a weird feeling; like I had to know her, had to touch her, like I had to have her. Our mutual friend had suddenly vanished so I smiled. The one smile I knew showcased my dimples and usually had girls falling at my feet.
“Hi,” I said, “I’m Harry.”
“Yeah,” she replied, looking bored. “You’re the Harry Styles.” The beautiful girl looked me up and down and I felt my confidence waver. “Thought you be taller.” The usual swagger I had instantly flew out the window as she began to look about the club.
I cleared my throat. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”
“I didn’t mention it.” She looked out towards the mass of people dancing. “Want to dance?” Not really looking like she cared if I said yes or not, I yelped out “yes!”
The girl cocked an eyebrow at me before turning away. “Come on, then!” I heard her yell over the music.
(you hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me)
I stayed a few steps behind her, watching her hips move underneath her champagne-colored dress. It was short, and I was tormented as we walked down the steps to the dance floor. The way it rode up her thighs, I was already becoming half-hard. I only hoped I could keep it together. She led us to the middle of the floor, pressing her hips to my front. The Dubstep beat created Goosebumps on my skin, despite the heat. My curls began to droop, clinging to my forehead and neck from the sweat.
The girl rolled her hips back into mine as the beat became slower, making me feel like I was in a trance. I traced one of my hands across her waist, ending with one hand splayed across her stomach, the other wound tightly around her hip. She pressed tighter into me, making my cock swell in my already tight pants. I was sure she could feel me pressed against her lower back, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. And judging by the way we were wound so tightly together, she didn’t care either.
She intertwined her fingers into mine, and over her shoulder I could tell she was grinning. We danced until I felt like my legs were going to give out at any moment. She and I were both drenched in sweat, but I still don’t think I’d ever seen anyone more sexy. She pushed her way through the crowd, leaving me to run after her.
When I finally caught up with her, she was grabbing her things from her friends.
“You’re leaving?” I asked.
“Doesn’t it look like it?” I bit my lip, hoping it would at least have some effect on her.
“Well, yeah…but I just thought you’d stay for a while. The party isn’t slowing down.”
“I’m tired. My feet hurt.”
“Let me come with you.” She turned on me, pressing her hand against my chest.
“I’m not into that, nor am I a conquest. This,” she said, gesturing around us, “never happened.”
“What?” I asked, astounded.
“It didn’t happen. I’m going home now.” She let her hand fall from my chest and left out the door.
“Don’t I get to know your name?” I yelled, but she either didn’t hear me, or chose to ignore me.
(And I decided you look well on me, well on me)
Exactly three days later I had figured out her name was Elena, and she wasn’t so much older than I was. I had to go through four different people before I found her number. It was another day before I worked up the courage to send the first message.
My phone vibrating brought me back to earth.
kinda busy. Don’t know. I frowned, but at least she replied.
Please?
(stay with me, I can make, make you glad you came)
Fine, what time? Where?
I texted her the address and the time; she didn’t respond. I got up to get ready. At half way past nine I headed to the club. An hour and half later, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned, looking at the girl who had taken over my life. She was wearing a tight red dress that was slightly shorter than the one she had worn the first time I had seen her.
We ended up on the dance floor, much like we had before. But half way through this time, she turned around to face me. I let my hands slip down to her very lower back, testing her limits. I leaned down, making sure my lips brushed against her ear.
“You look amazing.” I moved so my one leg was in between both of hers. Elena reached up to lock her hands behind my neck. Dancing was the only time she seemed to let me be near her, speak to her like a normal person. Let me say what I really felt.
“Thanks,” she replied. After a few seconds of looking at each other, I closed distance between our lips. She didn’t pull away, only kissed me back slightly. I was overwhelmed by the moment, so I let my nose rest against her cheek, our lips barely touching.
This time, she was the one that initiated the kiss, pulling me as close to her as I could get. Elena let her hands tangle into my mess of raven hair, and I let my hands rest on her hips as I let her tongue enter my mouth. If she wanted control, I wasn’t going to deny her. I had spent the last few weeks pining for any sort of attention from her, I couldn’t turn back now.
She finally pulled away, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern as I let my lips trail down her neck, kissing every bit I could before reaching the place where her neck and shoulder met. I kissed my way back up, pushing stray hairs out of her face.
“Are you going to run out on me this time?” I asked, half grinning.
“No, but I kind of want to get out of here.” I pulled her off the dance floor and outside before she could change her mind. The club was only a short walk from my apartment, so within a few minutes we were clamoring for each other in the elevator. The doors slid closed, and I pushed her against the wall, bringing her leg over my hip. I pressed my lips roughly to hers, grinding myself against her hips.
“What made you change your mind?” I asked.
“Does it matter?” She replied, quickly pushing me away as the elevator opened and another person stepped on.
“Yes,” I whispered harshly. “It does.” When the elevator reached my floor, we scrambled out.
Not five steps in the door, I had her hitched around my waist, kicking both our shoes off as we went. Her small hands found the buttons on my shirt, quickly undoing them and pushing the garment off my shoulders. Elena pressed her lips to my collar bones, nibbling with her teeth, sucking slightly. I groaned as she slid her tongue along her marks, soothing the skin.
(turn the lights out now, now I’ll take you by the hand)
We entered my room as I laid her on the bed, frantically searching for the zip on her dress. I found it on the side, watching intently as the white lace undergarments she was wearing slowly came into view. I threw her dress in a heap on the floor and covered my body with hers.
“Tell me,” I kissed the tops of her breasts not covered by her bra. “what changed your mind?” I reached under and unclipped it with ease, throwing it somewhere over my shoulder. I traced her nipple with my tongue, it pebbling instantly.
“Nothing,” she replied breathily. “I just didn’t want to fight it anymore.”
“Fight what?” I asked, moving to her other breast.
“You feel it, too. You wouldn’t have gone through so much shit to find my number if you hadn’t.” I couldn’t lie: I did feel it.
“Yeah,” I murmured, leaving wet kisses down her torso. I dipped my tongue into her bellybutton, and her back arched off the bed. “I feel it, too.”
I hooked my fingers into the angelic white underwear, pulling them slowly off, torturing her. It was only fair after what she had put me through for the last few weeks.
Kissing my way back up her legs, I paid special attention to the skin just outside where she was aching for my touch. I felt her hands tugging my hair, desperately trying to pull me where she craved me most.
I sat back up, grinning at her sneer as I kissed her lips yet again. She moved her hands, letting her fingers undo the button on my pants, sliding the zipper down. I hissed as she pulled my length from my boxers, her thumb brushing against the tip. She began a steady rhythm, her hands soft and working me so well I was afraid this would be over before it even started.
I gripped her hands and held them down over her head. “No,” I said, gently sucking on her neck, leaving a small bruise.
“Why?” she asked, pushing her hips into mine. I didn’t answer, only followed my trail from before, this time ending with my lips pressed against her clit. She moaned out my name and I let my own hand trail down to my length, trying to relieve the ache.
I let my tongue roll over her, entering her, sucking against her clit, tracing abstract patterns on her most sensitive places. Her hands gripped my hair, and she groaned out my name.
“Close, baby?” I asked, letting my voice vibrate against her.
“Mhm,” she hummed. I hooked two fingers into her opening and pushed against her g-spot, my lips still attached to her clit.
“Then let go,” She came around my fingers with a sigh, her toes curling. I made my way back up her body, leisurely kissing her lips, letting her tongue intertwine with mine.
I let my cock rub against her, teasing her, making her beg.
“Do you want me?” I asked, pushing the tip in ever so slightly.
“Yes,” she breathed out against my ear.
“Say please,” I asked, pushing slightly further in. She gripped my shoulders tightly and bit her lip.
“Please, Harry. Fuck me.” I let both my hands grab her hips as I snapped my hips up, letting me slide fully into her. She felt like heaven.
I pulled myself all the way out and slid back in, holding her hips tightly enough to leave bruises. “You’re so tight,” I moaned on, letting my lips rest against the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
“And you’re so big.” Elena began to meet me thrust for thrust and it wasn’t long before I felt her push me down, flipping us over. She lifted her hips and sank down on to me, keeping her hands firmly pressed on my chest. Her hips began to rotate in a figure-eight motion and my eyes rolled by in my head.
I sat up, crashing out chests together as I circled my fingertips around her clit. She bit down on my shoulder.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Gonna come,” Her walls begin to pulse around me, spurring my own orgasm. We stayed connected until our breathing evened out, she carefully slid off of me, lying on her stomach next to me.
I laid on my side, tracing circles into her back, trying to keep my eyes open.
“That was pretty….” I began, but I couldn’t find the word to describe it.
“Amazing,” she answered, trying to hold her eyes open. I pulled her to her side, so I could spoon her from behind, making sure to hold her tightly.
“Want me to go now?” she asked.
My eyes popped open, jarring me from almost-sleep.
“What?” I asked, not sure if I had heard her correctly.
“Don’t most girls get to fuck you and then leave?” I shook my head, intertwining our fingers.
“You’re not most girls.” I answered. “And while I may have slept with more girls than just you, I assure you that you’ve been my favorite.” She shrugged her shoulders, settling into the bed.
“We’ll work it out.” She replied, sounded as exhausted as I was. Yeah, we’ll work it out, I thought.
(my universe will never be the same, i’m glad you came)
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