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"Oh god," I cried out as Harry pushed into me again. My body wasn't as cold now, but it was shaking for an entirely different reason. "Shit, Harry."

"How many times have you come?" he chuckled, pushing his curls off his sweaty forehead. "I lost count."

"Four," I managed through my shallow breathing. "Please, I'm can't take another one Harry."

"Oh you can't?"

"Harry," I gasped, arching my back. He had slammed all the way into me, knocking out the one ounce of common sense I had left. "Harry, please."

"Please what, sweetheart?"

"Please come." He leaned over me and began nipping at my neck, his lips sending chills down my back as he smirked.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you."

"Please," I whined. "Please come. Come for me, Har."

His face immediately changed from teasing to turned on, then to concentration as he established a pace of slow, heavy thrusts.

"Oh yes," he groaned. "Yes Norah, say it again."

"Come, Harry," I demanded more forcefully. I batted my eyelashes and tightened my legs around his middle, drawing him even deeper into me as he whined.

Finally his muscles tightened and his eyes squeezed shut, then a warm liquid dripped down my leg and I knew he was finished.

"Thank you, Nor," he grinned, placing a small kiss to the tip of my nose. "You're amazing."

"Shut up," I laughed lightly. I let out a deep breath and draped my arms around his neck, which for some reason made him tighten his muscles.

"Er, Norah," he muttered awkwardly. "I um, need to pee."

I frowned but released my grip and watched him walk away, all the way into the bathroom and out of my sight. Harry always cuddled with me, he told me he loved it the most. So why was he acting so weird?

"Babe," he called from the bathroom. The door swung open and revealed him in a pair of tight black boxers and nothing else, brushing his teeth and trying to dry his hair with a towel. "I have to leave early tomorrow morning so don't be freaked out if you wake up and I'm gone, okay?"

I nodded slowly. "Okay."

"I just have to help a friend move, it shouldn't take very long and maybe we can do lunch after?"

"Um, maybe," I said quietly. "I might have plans with Phillip."

"You're still hanging out with that-"

"Don't you dare," I cut him off icily. "He is a nice guy and I will not listen to you insult him."

He rolled his eyes. "He's gay, Nor, everyone knows it."

"No he's not," I scowled. He rinsed his mouth and came towards me, still pulling up some old sweatpants as he climbed onto the bed next to me.

"Okay, Norah," he smiled condescendingly. I scoffed and slipped on a shirt, then turned away from him. The TV clicked on and unfortunately, I started shivering again. Harry noticed.

"Come here," he ordered softly. "Come on, I know you're freezing baby."

I shook my head. "No, actually I'm not."

"I can feel you shivering."

"That's not me," I snapped. "And leave me alone, it's nearly three in the morning."

"Norah," he sighed. "I-"

"Get me a heating pad or something," I grumbled. "I'm fúcking freezing and there is no way I am touching you."

He obeyed and came back with three more heavy blankets and a large heating pad.

"Thank you," I said quietly. He nodded and I fell asleep under the warmth of all those things, but it still couldn't equal the warmth I felt from him.

*Harry's POV*

I woke up around six and realized that Norah was shaking like crazy next to me, even her teeth were chattering.

"Fúcking hell," I muttered, rubbing my eyes as I scooted closer to her. Of course she would refuse my help and of course I would have to ignore her and do it anyway. That's how it had always been.

I wrapped my arms around her as tightly as I could but after fifteen minutes, she was still shivering too much.

So I stripped her down to only her underwear and did the same, just like I had seen in the movies. I wasn't really sure if it would work but it only took less than a minute for the shaking to stop completely. Then her arms moved around my neck, her lips twitching into a smile as she nuzzled her head into my bare skin.

Why did my heart start racing? I had known her my entire life, I had shared every second of every major event of my life with this girl. I had seen her naked, my hands had roamed every inch of her smooth skin and my eyes had skimmed every plane of her figure. So why did my heart start racing when she touched me so innocently? In her sleep, even.

"Harry," she mumbled with a small yawn. "Why am I naked?"

"You were shaking," I answered quietly. "I swear I'm not a perv babe."

"I know," she giggled. Her laugh was so adorable and she didn't even know. "Thank you, by the way. I was freezing."

"You're warmer now?"

"Yes," she smiled. "Much."

It was quiet for a minute before she spoke again.

"You're helping Thalia tomorrow, aren't you?"

I looked down at her and let out a deep breath. "Yeah. How did you know?"

"Lucky guess."

"I'm sorry," I whispered into her hair. She laughed lightly and kissed my neck.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. I know you still love her, silly boy."

"Do not," I muttered defiantly. She scoffed.

"Of course you do. I saw the way you looked at her."

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as she looked up at me. But as our eyes connected and her hands tugged gently on my curls, the blood was also rushing somewhere else.

"Harry," she whined, rolling her eyes at me. "Again?"

"You're naked, baby," I murmured into her warm neck. "I can't help myself."

Her eyes were slightly annoyed but her body was saying differently as she pushed me back and climbed on top of me. My dīck was so fúcking hard in that moment I thought my boxers actually tore as my hands roamed her naked body: the curve of her hips, the fullness of her amazing tits, and the hardness of her muscular shoulders all turned me on beyond belief.

"I want you to come first," she panted, shuffling to toss her underwear aside in the darkness. I sat up slightly and she moaned as my dick brushed her clit. I would have to remember that for later, the sound was definitely something I wanted to hear again.

"Why?" I laughed. "It's okay if you come first."

"Because I always come first!"

I shifted my hips up so I plunged suddenly into her suddenly, my hands preventing her from moving so she couldn't bounce.

"Harry," she complained, slapping my chest. "I want to move."

"You wanted me to come first, right?" I sighed. She nodded. "Then let me do what I want so I come faster."

"This is what you like?"

"I like feeling you stretch around me," I answered throatily. "Can you feel your walls stretching baby?"

She nodded and I leaned forward to kiss her, but also so I could feel her tits against my skin. She made me harder than any other girl I had ever been with, even Thalia had nothing on Norah.

"What? What's wrong?" she pouted, her hips flexing under my hands. I frowned and realized I had gotten softer inside her- softer at the thought of Thalia.

I quickly pushed Thalia out of my mind and closed my mouth around one of Norah's hard nipples, eliciting a moan from her and then a whimper as I got hard again.

"Sorry," I said hurriedly. "I was just thinking- never mind. It doesn't matter."

"Harry," she moaned softly. "Please make me come."

"You wanna come baby?" I grinned. "Do it sweetheart, you know how."

"That's not fair," she whined, looping her arms around my neck. I laughed.

"Come on, you can do it baby."

She huffed and slouched down, her eyes falling to my stomach as her fingers traced down my chest.

But then her phone began ringing and she climbed off me quickly, making me hiss at the loss of her warmth around my painfully hard dīck. Shit.

"Hello?" She said quietly. It was an odd sight to see- her completely naked silhouette against my window and her hair all messy and disheveled as she held the phone to her ear.

"Norah, seriously?" I gaped, gesturing to my crotch. She bit her lip and looked longingly at me, then down to my dīck.

I could see the want and need in her eyes so to tease her, I wrapped my hand around myself and began pumping slowly.

Her hand went to her breast and she squeezed lightly, letting out a soft mewl as I continued jacking myself off in front of her. I could see her breaking so I began groaning and pretending like I was going to come, which made her crawl towards me, phone still in hand.

She got back on me and began to swivel her hips on my dīck, her eyes rolling back as she began moaning.

"Who is it?" I mouthed silently. She mouthed back 'Phillip'. Ha, this idiot was talking to Nor while I was fúcking her. Talk about irony.

"You're so fúcking wet baby," I said loudly. Norah shushed me. "God, can you feel me fúcking you? Can you feel how deep I'm going?"

"Ha-Harry," she begged as I sped up and gripped her hips. I could feel myself approaching the edge rapidly, and judging by her clenching, she was closer than I was.

"N-No, I'm fine Phillip," she barely managed through her whimpers. "Just- dealing with Harry."

I smirked and flipped us over so I was on top, exactly how she loved it. I was getting real fúcking tired of this Phillip character and I knew how to put an end to the conversation.

"Oh-oh god yes, yes!" Norah cried as I pushed all the way into her pūssy. She was so tight and warm, it made me wonder what Steven had been doing with her all that time. Obviously not fucking her. "Phillip, I'll have to call you back."

She tossed the phone aside and arched her back so my arms had space to wrap around her.

I guess it's about time to insert how much I love Norah's body. She's not very tall, 5'7 I think, but the girl is about 90% legs. Her shoulders are hard and her arms are long and skinny, ending in two adorable hands that are unproportionally small for her height. Her fingers, slender as well, fit perfectly into my curls and her arms were just made to slide around my body. She has a tiny waist but her stomach is muscular, not defined but hard and flat from years of running. I know she used to struggle with her weight because I know her better than anyone, and I immediately knew something was up when she nearly stopped eating all together. Luckily, she realized she wasn't fat and began eating regularly again. I still haven't told her I know about it.

Her legs are my second favorite part of her. Unlike other girls with long, skinny legs and a thigh gap, Norah has what I refer to as "soccer legs". At first she didn't even want to play soccer, she was a dancer until junior year along with taking full AP classes and soccer on the side for extra cardio (suggested by her dance teacher). But when I saw those legs, I knew she was meant to play soccer. Her thighs were muscular and her calves were the best I;ve ever seen on a girl. She was born to run, her body was hardwired for it. For some reason, she hates her legs, She calls them "thunder thighs" and says she wishes she could have regular legs.

The day Norah wakes up with 'normal' legs will probably be the worst day of my life.

Going the complete opposite way, I found myself back in the moment, tangling my fingers in my favorite part of Norah- her hair. She had been growing it out for nearly four years now so it reached about mid-way down her back, the perfect length for tugging on when she was riding me like such a good girl. It was blonde like Gretchen's, although Norah's was a few shades darker. But it always smelled like rain, or whatever scent her girly shampoo was. I just knew it was my favorite smell.

Her eyes, wide now in pleasure, are green. Not my green, but similar. Where mine are dark with flecks of brown and gold, hers are just pure green all the way through.

"You're thinking too hard," she gasped, snapping me out of my own thoughts. I looked down and gave her a weak smile.

"Sorry, baby."

"Oh god, I'm coming," she mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut. I groaned and felt myself slip into white oblivion as she tightened around me and prolonged my ōrgasm, screaming my name as her hands pulled on my curls and her nails dug into my shoulder blades. "Shit!"

I collapsed on top of her and by her slight wheezing, I could guess I was crushing her. But I was too damn satiated to care.

"I want to sleep now," she mumbled as I rolled off her. "Stay with me until you have to leave?"

"Of course," I answered with a grin. "You still need my warmth, princess."

She scoffed. "Whatever. I don't need anything from you, Styles."

"Hmm, it's been awhile since I've heard that one." She smiled and looked up at me, her eyes still shining with the tears of her recent pleasure.

"I don't like you hanging out with Thalia," she sighed. "It makes me feel...weird."

"Jealous maybe?"

"No," she pouted. "Just weird. Like you broke up with her for a reason, right?"

"Yeah."

She fell asleep before saying anything else but her words resonated with me so much so that I didn't get even a wink of sleep that night. I was holding her so tight, so close to me that I was afraid I might let her go if I fell asleep.

And I just really didn't want to let her go.

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