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*Norah's POV*

I pulled his sweatpants down and ran my fingers along the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers, deliberately teasing him as he watched me.

"I know what you're doing Norah," he shook his head, an amused smile on his full lips. "And it's annoying."

"I'm about to suck your d.ick, Styles. The least you could do is be nice," I laughed. He rolled his eyes, leaning back on his elbows against the counter. He looked absolutely delicious and I couldn't wait any longer to taste him.

So I slid his boxers down his legs and licked a long stripe up his rock hard dick, smiling to myself as a loud moan sounded from the back of his throat.

"F.uck Norah, god you look so good," he half-whined. "Shit."

I hummed and the vibration traveled from my mouth to his body, making him harden even more.

"Crap," he huffed. "How did you get so damn good at this?"

I rolled my eyes and since I knew his parents would be home soon, I decided to finish him as quickly as I could. So I took all of him in my mouth, gagging slightly as he hit the back of my throat.

"Oh f.uck." His eyes were squeezed shut as he cursed, my name falling sloppily from his lips as he shot down my throat. His hips jerked forward slightly so I was forced to swallow and it was probably a good thing because just as he finished, a car door slammed shut outside.

"Pull your pants up," I whispered hurriedly. He yanked his boxers up and looked at me, grinning as he kissed my lips gently.

"You have my cúm on your chin sweetheart," he chuckled as he wiped my face with a paper towel. "There we go."

"Act natural," I muttered. He laughed and shook his head, his arm resting on my shoulders as the door swung open.

"Hey kids!" his mom smiled as she walked in, followed by Walt carrying all the bags. "How did last night go?"

"Great," Harry grinned. "I stayed at Norah's with Gretchen and some of her friends."

"Where is Gretchen?" she beamed as Harry took the bags from Walt. "I haven't seen her in ages."

"She's just, around," I smiled. "She's kind of a brat though."

"Oh goodness," she laughed softly. "I guess that's how they are at that age."

"Harry wasn't like that," Walt chuckled. "He was more of a Barbie kind of guy."

We all laughed and Harry rolled his eyes, his cheeks reddening slightly as he looked down at his hands.

"I played with them like twice," he grumbled. "And it was only because Norah left them laying around!"

"Did not!" I protested. "You took them out of my room."

"Just admit it," Walt laughed. "Harry Styles is a girly girl."

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"Oh my god," I groaned as we walked back to my house. It was dark now, but the moon cast a soft shadow over our street, making it look like something out of a magazine. "I'm not eating for the rest of my life, I swear."

"I know," Harry chuckled. "My mom always goes overboard when you eat with us."

"Yeah, but I love her," I smiled, leaning into him for warmth. It was freezing cold and for the first time in my entire life, Harry hadn't offered me a jacket. It was odd.

"Let's go climb something," he suggested randomly. "We haven't done anything stupid in like, a week."

"What do you want to climb?"

"That oak in the park?"

"Done it," I sighed.

"The abandoned treehouse?"

"Boring."

"They just foreclosed an old warehouse downtown. We could go mess around there?"

"What if there are drug addicts or something?" I laughed, my cheeks immediately warming up as Harry laced his fingers with mine.

"I'll protect you, princess," he answered with a cheeky smile. "Come on, it'll be fun."

"Fine," I relented. "But I need to change first."

"Why? You look fine," he frowned. "Really adorable actually."

I gaped at him, gesturing to my crude outfit of (his) flannel and my thick leggings, topped off with a messy ponytail and no makeup.

"I look like a crack addict!"

"But a cute one," he said seriously. I shook my head and sighed as we climbed into his (ridiculously new and expensive) black Range Rover.

"Isn't that Gretchen?" he frowned, slowing down as we approached a young girl. I recognized the purse and hair and nodded.

"Where are you going?" was the first thing she asked when we offered her a ride. How rude.

"Some abandoned warehouse," I answered with an overly sweet smile. Gretchen hated anything adventurous, actually she preferred things that didn't even require her to leave the house. So when Harry and I dragged her along, she wasn't the best sport about it.

"What did mom say about this?"

"What she doesn't know won't kill her," I sighed. "And remind me again why we brought you?"

"Be nice, Nor," Harry chuckled.

"You don't have to live with her," I rolled my eyes.

"I'm right here," she huffed. "I can hear you."

"Good."

"I hate you."

"I don't give a f.uck."

"I'm telling mom you said that."

"You can't tell her if you don't get home."

Silence answered me and I knew I had won that one.

"Here we are," Harry grinned. "Watch out for crazy druggies Gretchen, the place is crawling with them."

"Really?" she asked quietly, her eyes widening to the size of saucers.

He nodded gravely and now it was my turn to scold him.

"Be nice, Harry."

He slung his arm around my shoulders and I couldn't help but lean into him as we approached the scary-looking building. All the windows were boarded up and there were broken beer bottles scattered around the overgrown yard, even a stray cat wandered out to greet us.

"Holy shit, this is sketchy," I whispered as Harry's arm drifted down to my waist. "I really think there are ghosts here, Harry."

"Aw, I'll protect you baby girl," he cooed, pinching my side gently. I rolled my eyes as we got to the door, looking at Harry pointedly and nudging his side with my elbow.

"Hell no," he laughed loudly. "I'm not going in there first."

"I'm not," I shook my head. We both looked at Gretchen, who was currently holding her cell phone up as she searched for service.

"Hey, Gretch," I smiled sweetly. "Wanna go in first?"

"Whatever," she muttered. She pushed the door open and a cloud of dust hit us in the face, making us all cough and sputter as we followed her in.

"I can't see anything," she whispered, her arm lopping through mine. It was pitch black and completely silent as we crept through the old building, the smell of paint thick in the air. "Why does it smell so bad?"

"This was a paint factory," I whispered back. "It went out of business like a month ago I think."

"It's scary."

"I know."

Suddenly I felt two large hands wrap around my waist and I screamed, jolting forward as Harry's loud laughter echoed around the warehouse.

"Harry!" I yelled indignantly. "You are such a dick!"

"I couldn't resist," he managed through his laughter. "Goddamn, you should've seen your faces."

"That's not funny," Gretchen complained. "Take me home, Norah."

"We just got here," I rolled my eyes. "Calm down."

"I nearly peed myself!"

"I did too, Gretchen! And quit yelling, you're going to get us in trouble."

"Let's go to the roof," Harry cut in. "I don't want to have to break up some sort of cat-fight."

I let out a deep breath and ruffled Gretchen's hair, following Harry to the old stairs through the darkness.

"I would love to fuck you on this roof, Nor," Harry muttered huskily, only so I could hear. "Fuck, that would be so hot."

"Shut up," I blushed. "You're making me blush."

"Blush? That's all I'm making you?"

"Harry," I said sharply. "Cut it out."

"I'm just fucking with you baby girl," he laughed, his soft lips pressing against my temple. "Don't freak out and kill me, please."

"No guarantees," I muttered.

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