Trapped With Him-
“Hey, what the hell!” you scream, while Harry and Louis lift you up as if you were nothing.
They don’t answer but soon you’re placed in a small closet, next to Niall, He absolutely hated you, but the feeling was most definitely mutual. The two of you couldn’t be in the same room for just a second without getting into an argument.
The four boys stood at the doorway of the small closet, blocking it while we both pleaded to be let out.
“You guys need to learn how to get along,” said Zayn, leaning against the door frame with a devilish grin.
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t do this to me.”
“You guys can’t do this,” Niall mumbled, attempting to get past them. They ended up just pushing him back to where he was.
“You guys constantly fight. So now you’re being forced to communicate and when you guys like each other, you’ll be let out,” Harry smirked a little while the boys’ gazes shifted between the two of you. “Have fun.”
And with that, the door was closed, leaving you and Niall in the poorly lit up closet.
“This is all your fault,” you mumble angrily, slipping against the wall, frustrated.
“How the hell is it my fault?” He snaps back, leaning against the opposite wall.
“You start all of our fights, all of them!” you sigh, running your hands through your hair with stress.
“Oh, and you don’t start any fights?” Niall laughed harshly.
“Well, no,” you say with a small smile, loving the fact that you were easily ticking him off.
“You just started this one!” he seemed so annoyed and it pleasured you to no end.
“Well I’m not going to live in this tiny closet with you, so just we’ll just leave each other alone and maybe they’ll let us out,” you say whilst leaning your head against the wall and sighing.
“Anything that’ll get me out of here,” Niall mumbled.
“Good. So shut up,” you say angrily.
“You’re the one who’s talking, love,” Niall placed a sarcastic twinge on love, sounding very clearly annoyed with you.
“I hate you,” You say coldly.
“I hate you too,” Nail said, his tone matching your icy one.
It was silent for a while. Niall was sitting against the opposite wall now, playing with the hem of his white t-shirt, bored. You couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was now that you were getting a good look at him. His disheveled mess of light brown hair, his rough cheekbones and his calm sea colored eyes.
Your eyes fumble with the doorknob of the closet, but it was completely locked. “What gave them the idea to do this?” you say after a long while of silence, getting more and more agitated by the minute at the lack of space in the tiny room.
“Hm, I’m not sure,” he replied, sighing heavily. “Maybe because we can’t fucking last two seconds without fighting.”
“It’s because you’re so annoying!” you shout, not really knowing why you’re getting so easily irritated. You guessed that you enjoyed seeing him angry, because his eyebrows furrowed and his cute little face crinkled with annoyance. It was adorable. Though you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit bad that you were doing this.
“And you’re not annoying?” he questioned loudly.
“No, but you are,” you protest.
You can see him getting easily frustrated. Your lips curl up the slightest bit while he watches you, his eyes burning deep into the depths of yours, something going through his mind but you weren’t sure of what it was.
“Say that again,” he said in a low, daring voice.
“You’re annoying,” you say confidently. “And obnoxious. And really bad at winning fights,” you laugh a little to yourself at the last part.
He suddenly pins you up against the wall, your heart pounds against your chest while you stare up into his eyes, his face just inches away from yours. You swallow hard, your breath gaining speed while his hands grip your wrists, bringing them up beside either side of your head.
“Is that so,” he whispers huskily, his lips just touching the sensitive area of your earlobe. You gasp when he takes it in his teeth, nibbling it a little bit.
He presses against you, while you swallow again and nod. “Y-Yes, you’re terrible at winning fights.” His lips are dangerously close to yours at this moment, you were still frightened but you were actually quite enjoying this moment.
“I’m not terrible at winning fights,” he says softly, his hot breath seething against your lips. He flicks his tongue over his own lips, wetting them before slamming his lips against yours hard.
You press yourself even tighter against his body, your lips immediately meeting in the angry sync they were moving in. He slammed your hands against the wall again, his fingers still intertwined with yours while he immediately deepened the kiss after the action, his head dipping while his tongue slid into your mouth.
Your tongue slipped against his roughly, while you felt him hardening and rising against your stomach. His hands released yours while immediately your fingers fumbled with his t-shirt, pulling it off and tossing it so your hands could touch the warm, tanned skin of his slightly toned chest.
Your fingers moved up and down his biceps while he tossed your shirt off, unclasping your bra and dropping it to the ground. You felt him get even more hard against you while he stared at you, his breath heavy as he pulled from the restraints of the kiss.
He lifted you up more against the wall while he took your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nub before soon taking it in his mouth. Your hands tangled in his hair, while you let out a throaty moan.
“N-Niall” releases from your lips while you gently tug down his sweatpants, releasing his prominent bulge begging for release against his boxers. You loop your fingers around the waistband and slip them down his legs while he kicks them off, you wrap your fingers around the head while slowly rubbing it gently.
He rolls his head back. “Fuck,” he whispers softly, while you press your fingers gently around his length, pumping him in a painfully slow motion. “Sam” he breathes, his head dropping against your shoulder. “I need to be inside you,” he breathes heavily.
You teasingly smirk. “Then do it already.”
He slides your shorts down with your panties and quickly cups his hands under your thighs, pulling you up against the wall more while he slowly presses his tip against your entrance.
You needed him though. You pull yourself downward, allowing yourself to sink into his length while you let out a struggled gasp along with a whimper at the sharp pain that singed through you.
“You ok?” he asked, his fingers slipping around your hips while he brought his eyes to yours curiously.
“Y-yes,” you answer after a while, before he presses his hips against you to push himself even further, earning a heavy moan from you.
“Oh, fuck,” you scream while he pulls out and then thrusts himself back in, hitting himself even deeper with each roll of his hips. “What the hell! Don’t stop!” you demand, wanting to get an angry reaction out of him.
And that’s exactly what you got out of him. He wrapped your legs around his waist and sharply thrust his hips against yours, quickly, just barely giving you time to adjust before he quickly guides your hips against him. You both moan louder and louder each time, not even caring that the other boys could be back by now.
“N-Nail,!” You stutter, while you open your eyes to him watching you writhe against his thrusts with pleasure.
He hisses through his teeth, while he pounded into you even harder.
“Sam” he groaned, dragging your name out. You felt him spill into you, his warmth filling you up completely.
He thrust a few more times, his thumb pressing against your clit while you snake your arms around his neck, throwing your head while you felt yourself spill around his length.
You were both breathing heavily, he was panting the most while he pulled out of you. You stumbled to walk but you felt yourself sore, while he tossed you your clothes and pulled his clothes on.
“I still hate you,” you pant, leaning up to fix his hair.
“I still hate you too,” he smirked before he pulled you into him and pressed his lips against yours.
Ino my nans been ill, I’ll post a few imagines later if I have the time - dani
It’s Just A Game- HARRY STYLES.
“Why are you going to New York?” Kiall asked me.. for the second time, “you said you wouldn’t go back for a long time since you’ve been in London?”
“Well, yeah.. I know but I just wanna go.. visit my family, you know,” I could not possibly tell my best friends the real reasons I was going. I love them to death but honestly, they could keep a secret about as well as Kim Kardashian could keep her marriage.
“Oh, come on, Hale, you know why she’s going,” I kept packing my suitcase, awaiting one of her crazy theories, “She’s going to follow her boyfriend Harry Styles.” Wide-eyed I froze, not knowing how to respond. How did she know?
“She can’t wait to just run into his arms ‘Oh, Harold, how we’re meant to be! So meant to be!’” Apparently, I make weird faces and speak exactly like this.
“Haha, don’t play games with her mind, Alice, you know how emotional she gets!” She rolled her eyes, “She’s been “in love” with him since they debuted in America. She’s sorry, Blazer, we won’t bring up your idol anymore.” That was a close one, for a minute there I thought things were serious.
“Thanks,” I smiled clamping my suitcase shut. I exhaled, I finally get some more time with my boyfriend.. Harry. For obvious reasons, we haven’t told anyone yet, I don’t even think the boys know. I know girls all over the world would be ready to murder me, but that actually isn’t even my concern as it is Harry’s. He just doesn’t want to see me cry or get hurt or threatened. To be quite honest.. a bunch of girls saying means things about me? Sounds like high school drama and guess what I didn’t give a fuck then and now I’m dating Harry Styles so I could give even less of a fuck, if that were possible, now. But whatever lets him sleep at night.
The girls were driving me to the airport and would pick me up a day after MSG. Where I’d go on and on about seeing my parents how they’d want to meet them, my best friends, in person one day and how I stuff my face with street food and went to the top of the Empire State Building. They wanna know how unbelievable One Direction was at their biggest concert ever. I was proud of them, so proud of Harry.
Luckily for me, I’d made it just in time for boarding and of course Harry wouldn’t let me buy my own ticket so I had awesome seats. I chose the window seat so I could just sleep entire ride, well if I could, I was so anxious and nervous and excited all at once. We were waiting to take off. My hands began shaking, what if I’m found out in New York? I took out my phone and began scrolling through my photos. Harry and me. I slid into a comfier position in my seat, scrolling, smiling silently to myself. I hadn’t noticed the older woman who sat next to me.
“What a fox that one is,” startled I sat up, almost felt as though I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t had been. She was looking at me slyly.
“Haha, uh, thanks?” I don’t know how one responds to their boyfriend being called a fox.
“Seems quite the charmer,” she said nodding her head as she settled into the seat next to me. “You look happy,” she continued, smiling.
“We are,” I sighed, finding my own anxieties quieted, I could relax now.
“Well, it shows. How could anyone keep that kind of happiness a secret, anyway?” she asked in an odd movie-old-lady-wisdom type way. I only smiled at her, turning my head away, looking out the window. I’d see my love soon enough.
I breathed in the not-so-fresh New York air. Yup, I was back. I looked through the cab window at all the skyscrapers towering over me in my city. I texted Harry letting him know I was nearly there. The closer we got to the hotel, the faster my heart began racing as it always did when I’ve spent a long time away from Harry. I missed him so much. I wrangled my beanie in my nervous hands. Just another ten minutes and I’d be properly in his arms, breathing him in, feeling every inch of him as I should be. I exhaled at the thought.
“Sorry, I don’t control the traffic, miss,” he must have taken my sigh as impatience.
“Oh, no! No, I was just thinking..Thank you for taking me,” I smiled at him through the rear view mirror.
“It’s those boys in town, from England, the city always gets crazy when they come,” he shrugged. “One Perfection or something, you heard of them?”
“Haha, One Direction, yes I have.”
“Yeah, man, they’re good, they come on the radio a lot, my favorite’s the curly dude with the tats.‘You’re my kryptonite!’ y’know what I’m sayin, ma,” this man actually just sang a One Direction lyric.
“He’s my favorite, too” I laughed, I forgot how much I loved New York, the people.
“They’re playin at that arena downtown in a few days, you in town for that?”
“Yes, sir, I am.” I glanced out the window as he turned one more corner and we were on the street of the hotel. My heart momentarily tamed by this light conversation, began pounding, I’m sure the driver heard it.
“Well, it looks like you’re gonna have to get out down here, all those people. That’ll be 45.50, hey don’t get into any trouble up here.” he warned me jokingly as he got out the car to retrieve my luggage. He passed it to me, extending the handle. I paid him before responding,
“I’ll try! Thank you!” I shut the door of the cab, placing my beanie back on my head and pulling my shades from my bag. I tried to calm myself as I walked towards the hotel. Geez, there had to be a hundred girls out here. Oh, Gosh, what if they already know and they try to kill me. Right here. Right now.
I swallowed, not allowing my imagination to break me down before I even get inside the walls of the hotel. Hopefully, they don’t refrain me from entering, I am rather small… maybe if I keep a straight face. I reached the mass of carrots. How the hell was I going to get in. I struggled with nearly 25 girls trying to reach the front, but being small had it’s advantages and magically I ended up in the front. I held onto my paperwork tightly, it was my verification of my stay at the hotel.
“Tell Harry to break up with Taylor!’
“I don’t like Haylor!” Random cries about Harry and Taylor were made. Harry and Taylor.. as in Swift. How do-
“Ma’am, I don’t think you can get through,” One security guard was giving me a hard time, but I saw a hand come from behind him tapping his shoulder, “She’s clear.” It was Paul.
“Thank you,” I said gratefully. I really didn’t want to stand in the cold any longer with these nearly-insane girls who had already began yelling because I got through. Paul guided me to the doors and held them open for me, “thank you,” I said smiling.
He smiled back extending a card to me, “he’s in room 417.” I froze. That’s Harry’s room.
“I.. How did-”
“Go on,” he interrupted smiling, gesturing towards the elevators.
“Thank you,” I squeezed his arm in gratitude before walking away. There was so much relief flooding over me at the realization that I didn’t have to hide from everyone, even if it was just Paul on our side.
I reached his floor. I hadn’t seen him in 2 weeks. I could literally hear every artery extended from my heart thumping with blood, trying to keep me erect.
412.. 414…416..418? I whirled around to face the left hall, confronted by room 417. I knocked before sticking in the door key. I felt the grin on my face grow as the door opened from the other side. Quickly, I was snatched into the most warm, most relaxing and comfortable loving hug I’d ever experienced. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but they were pinned to my sides by his own strong arms. He kissed me below my left ear before whispering into my ear, “I missed you,” quickly dismissing any and all anxieties.
I inhaled deeply, I missed beyond reason. I wanted to tell him how many times I scrolled through photos of us at night, wishing he could hold me, or when I’d spray his cologne everywhere just to imagine he was in the house with me. I wanted to describe how hard it was and how I never wanted to feel that ever again. But none of it mattered in his arms, all I could sigh was “I missed you, too.”
When he finally released me, he held me by my elbows, forearms width apart from each other, a small smile at the right corner of his mouth. I watched as his eyes surveyed me from head to toe, memorizing me all over again, seeing if anything has changed, carrying me within one single overlook. His smile widened as his eyes reached mine again, “God, I missed you, Y/N.” his expression changed to concern in a second, “Babe, you’ve got to be tired, should I run a bath for you?” he began pulling my luggage towards the closet, but he turned with a smirk upon his lips as he changed his question, “us?”
“Mm, a bath sounds great,” I purred stretching. I was literally so tired I could fall over and never wake up, but a bath put a little motivation into my step. I staggered over to the bed. As I plopped down, Harry returned from the bathroom and sat at my feet. He began unzipping my boots and tossing them to the side when someone knocked on the door lightly. He rolled his eyes as he rose to answer it.
He cracked it inconspicuously. I couldn’t hear whoever was at the door, but I heard Harry sigh and answer ‘okay, I’ll be down’ in an exasperated voice.
“Leaving so soon, babe,” I said with my best pouty face, looking up at him from under my lids. I grabbed his waist when he stood before me as he cupped my chin in his hands, and kissed my forehead.
“I promise I’ll be right back,” he responded somewhat disappointed. I wonder what that guy told him..
Harold was gone about 2 minutes, and my bath was going to get cold so I hopped in. It was perfectly heated, bubbles nice and fluffy, and .. where did he get scented candles from?
At first I closed my eyes, resting my neck on the back of the tub, soaking in the heat. I brought my knees up to my chest and leaned forward, burying my face in my arms wrapped around my knees; stretching out my back but also this was my thinking position. This is going to be a good week, I told myself.
I didn’t hear his return, but I felt Harry’s legs beside me and his arms wrap around me in the water. The extra body heat relaxed me further and I leaned back into him.
“What’re you thinking about,” he asked me quietly, while drawing figure eights on the steaming skin of my arm with the water.
“Not much, I’m just… happy to be here,” I snuggled under his chin. He kissed the back of my head.
“Come on, babe,” he sat us up and began massaging my neck and shoulders. He touched his lips to my ear, “talk to me.”
“It’s nothing, really, just something stupid the fans said outside,” I felt Harry’s drawing hand move slowly to my thigh, continuing the figure eights. Inching towards my center. I rested my elbow on the tub rink, my hand in his hair, twisting it. “I don’t believe it..” I trailed off as he used his fingers to enter me, rubbing my clit in the pattern of those same figure eights on my arm, on my thigh.
He drape his head over my shoulder, pressing his lips to my neck, my shoulder, brushing them against my jawline, before whispering, “Good, you shouldn’t.” He dipped two fingers inside me slowly, testing my walls. “You know,” he said casually, “I wouldn’t listen to anything the fans.. or media says.” He fucked me deeper with his fingers, unmoved by my movement, undissolved by my disarray.
When I came he kissed my back in the center, to the left, to the right, before gathering me up in his arms and strategically carrying me out of the tub, wrapping me in a towel and taking me to the bed. He sat me down, pecking my lips. I dried off, while he blew out the candles and drained the water, before coming to bed and holding me in his arms.
I knew he had to get ready to go to Connecticut for the concert at Mohegan Sun, and I wouldn’t see him for a few days, but as always he’d be back. With this comforting thought, I dozed off to sleep.
****Day of the MSG concert****
I’ve been walking around, popping in and out of shops for the past 3 hours trying to get lost in a city I know too well. Harry’s been in rehearsals all afternoon long. We had an amazing breakfast though, of course with early dessert. For him to be so close, yet intangible for this long is nerve racking.
I came upon a bench next to the zoo and sat there, scrolling through tumblr mindlessly drinking my pumpkin spice latte I got from Starbucks earlier. It’s amusing how I rant about Harry and they just assume that when I say ‘my man’ and ‘my baby’ it’s not at all literal and that I’m just a random Directioner ranting about him being away. My followers know me so well yet don’t know I’m dating Harry, and they just reblog all these photos of him or say all this stuff about the dirty things they’d do to him, and oh my, the fanfictions they write, smutty for sure. I stopped at a picture of Harry hugging a man dressed at the Statue of Liberty, and naturally a smile came to lighten my day. Beautiful man.
What the hell..
I scrolled to the next image. As I began to take in the entire photo. I realized this was a picture from today. He was wearing that same outfit when he left this morning. Soft blue top, green jacket, black knit beanie.. but these aren’t pictures from rehearsals. He’s .. he’s at the zoo.. with.. Taylor Swift?
Anger seethed through me, pulsing through my veins and engulfing my mind. He actually lied to me, straight to me. This was not okay. I looked around me to try to regain knowledge of my location after being lost in my thoughts for so long. I picked my bag and my coffee marched into the zoo. I slammed a twenty onto the counter at the entry window.
“Excuse me, miss don’t you want your change?!” the boy yelled after me. No, I don’t want my change. I want to squeeze her skinny neck.
Advantageously for me, I found them leaving the seals.
“Harry fuckin Edward Styles!” I yelled as I marched towards them. When I was close I stopped, “What kind of shit is this?!” I gestured toward Taylor.
I turned to her and in a lower voice “Excellent album, this year. Really, ‘I Knew you Were Trouble’,” I gave her a thumbs up, “great song, great vocals.”
“Oh, thank you, darlin,” she smiled confused at me.
“Yeah, yeah, Get the hell away from him!” my anger returned, “what do you even think you’re doing?!”
“Y/N, I can explain, it-” wide-eyed Harry began to justify his behavior. By now a crowd had gathered around, but I didn’t care
“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT! YOU LIED TO ME!” Freed from Taylor, he took a step towards me, arms extended, offering an explanation. I shook my head, I was suddenly beyond overwhelmed. I felt tears sting the back of my eyes and I wasn’t going to cry here. He wouldn’t be able to hurt me and also see how much damage was done. No. “I’m getting out of here, have fun with your new blonde bitch.” I waved, walking away quickly. Over my shoulder I yelled back, “‘Starlight’ was also a great song!”
“No, Y/N, please, stop!” I heard his footsteps walking after me, so I began to sprint towards the first exit I saw, while he was enveloped by the crowd of paparazzi. I hailed the first cab I saw and told the cabman my hotel address. I’d stay in my own hotel room, if I got there in time I could move my luggage.
I glanced through blurred vision as the screen of my phone. Harry was calling me. I ignored it as the first tear strolled down my face. When I reached the hotel, I sprinted inside, passing Paul who was jogging towards the entrance. When he saw me he whirled around, “Y/N, it’s not what you think, Har-”
“Harry cannot justify cheating on me.” I interrupted him as I jumped into the elevator, slamming on the ‘close door’ button several times. More tears fell down, but I wiped them away, not allowing anyone to see me this way that I passed in the hall. I quickly moved my bag from Harold’s room to my own, two doors down. I lay on my bed and cried.
A few what seemed to be hours later but was probably 15 minutes, I heard knocking at my door. I ran to the mirror hanging on the wall, wiped my face and cleared my throat so that it wouldn’t appear I’d been crying or upset.
“Yes?” I answered.
“Y/N, please, babe.. please come out, it’s not what it seems like, I promise.”
“You only didn’t want me to believe those fans so that you could get away with it!” I responded snidely. Anger began creeping at the seams of my mind again, threatening to pull them apart.
“No, open the door, babe, and I’ll tell you.”
I walked slowly to the door and laid my ear against it. I listened to his breathing, ragged, breathing but no breath. I didn’t open the door.
“Do you need your inhaler?”
“No, I’m fine.. just open the door, babe.” I heard a thud from the other side of the door as he set his head against it in quiet defeat.
“I think you can tell me from here, I can hear you perfectly, though I’m sure, Miss write-a-song-per-guy could hear you even better you know? She was after all right by your side.”
“Y/N, I ..I love you, I would never cheat on you and I did not and I will not.. ever. Look my managers just wanted something new for the media to talk about and they thought this was an idea. Nothing happened, I don’t like her, she’s not even mildly as attractive as you, babe.”
I snorted at his last remark. With a smirk I opened the door. I held it a foot wide, analyzing him, before I opened it wide so he could come in.
“Not even the tiniest bit more attractive,” I teased him. He laughed, picking me up by my thighs so that I was straddling his waist. My boots dropped to the floor, my arms rounded his neck as I looked into his eyes.
“Not even less than tiniest, the whole thing is for publicity, that’s what I was trying to hint at when I told you not to believe what the fans or the media said.” I reflected on that, I remember him saying that quite clearly. I kissed his lips, a peck, then stronger than a peck.
“Why not ‘Hey, Y/N, tomorrow I’m going to walk around the fuckin zoo with fuckin taylor swift and it’s a fuckin publicity stunt, so don’t get fuckin angry with me.’”
“I don’t know, but you sure are using fuckin a lot.”
“I’m trying to send a subliminal message, like you,” I teased him. He walked us towards the bed and tossed me onto it lightly before unbuttoning his shirt.
“It worked,” he smiled at me crookedly.
I pulled his neck down so his lips met mine. As I removed the rest of his shirt, he got to work on my jeans, ridding them as well as my shirt. I dragged my hand down his chest, grabbing his length and stroking it so he’d be ready for me, as I knew I already was. He flipped me on my side, holding one of my legs with his massive hand, and plunging into me deeply, slowly at first, but gaining rhythm and speed after my inner walls contoured to him once again. I needed this, to feel him inside me, part of me again. I could feel every inch of him reaching my center, reminding me he’s mine and I’m his. Every concern I had melted away into one built up pile of nerves. When Harry drove into me one more time, those nerves exploded, shaking my entire frame and pouring out of me, ridding me of worries.
As we lay there regaining our wind and strength, I remembered something.
“By the way, you’re roughly ten minutes late to rehearsal,”
“Oh, shit,” Harry jumped up and threw back on his jeans, “you’re coming right?”
“Of course,” I smiled at him, elated, finally everything was going as great as it should have been.
“Only this time,” he took my hands in his as when he’d strolled toward me, “we’re going together. You as my lovely girlfriend,” he interrupted himself to kiss my hands, “and not a random Directioner who rants about me.”
My jaw dropped. How did he-
“That’s right,” he said walking away to find his shoes, “I saw that post.” He picked them up and turned back to me, “I reblogged it.”