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*Norah's POV*

I woke up around seven o'clock to the sound of my phone ringing and dinging like crazy.

"What the hell?" Harry grumbled as he turned over and draped his arm around my shoulders. I laughed lightly and answered my phone with a yawn.

"Hello?"

"Finally," my mother sighed. "I've been calling you all afternoon Norah, what have you been doing?"

I looked over at Harry's sleeping body and bit my lip as images of earlier flooded into my brain. Images of his head between my thighs, his hips rolling on mine as our moans and groans filled the room.

"I've been busy mom, what's up?"

"Your father and I are coming home and we want to take you out to dinner before I go back to work full time."

"I have plans," I answered quietly.

The line was silent until she cleared her throat and let out a deep breath.

"That's fine, dear. Just promise to be safe with whoever you're with."

"Of course," I said quickly, nodding my head even though she couldn't see me. "Yes ma'am."

"Then I'll see you later honey. Goodbye."

I started to say goodbye but realized that she had already hung up, so I hung up and tossed my phone aside.

"Who was that?" Harry asked, his eyes still closed but a sleepy grin on his lips.

"No one," I smiled as he nuzzled his head into my shoulder. "Don't worry about it."

"Your mom?"

"Yep."

"Cool."

"Are we still going out tonight?" I asked hopefully. He opened one eye and chuckled, his hand wandering down between my sore thighs as I let out a deep breath.

"You still want to?"

"Yes."

He nodded and even though I tried to push his hand away, he began to rub over me in small circles and kiss along my forehead, my eyes fluttering closed as he chuckled.

"Feel good, sweetheart?"

I let out some sort of breathless moan and he moved his lips down to my lips, our mouths molding together in perfect synchronization while he continued.

"We should shower before we go," he said quietly when he let me take a breath. "You smell like sex, baby girl."

"Wonder why that is," I muttered. He left one last kiss to my cheek then stood up, his amazingly defined muscles rippling slightly as he grabbed some boxers from his drawer in my dresser. (Yes, he had his own drawer by now.)

"What underwear baby?"

"Umm, black bra and you can pick some underwear, I don't really care which ones."

"Sweet," he grinned.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't get used to it."

*

We didn't end up getting to the restaurant until around eight because showering together was difficult to say the least. I guess the downside of sleeping with your best friend is that it's all you can think about, so you end up having sex in the shower when you should be getting ready.

"Norah," Harry's voice snapped me out of my own little world. "What do you want to drink, baby?"

"Oh sorry," I smiled up at the waitress. "Just water, thank you."

He nodded and left us alone again, which Harry quickly took advantage of to make a dirty comment.

"God I can't stop thinking about you riding me earlier, princess. That was so fùcking hot I think I might be eternally hard."

"Shut up, you caveman," I scolded. "We're in public."

"I don't care," he shrugged with a goofy grin. "People should know who left that mark on your neck."

My eyes widened and my hand flew to my neck, my fingers searching the skin as he laughed.

"I'm kidding, Nor. But you should have seen your face."

"That's not funny," I grumbled as his foot began to rub against mine slowly. "And quit playing footsie with me."

He started to reply but our waitress came back and set down our drinks, which Harry promptly knocked all over his lap on 'accident'.

"I'm so sorry, sir," the young girl stammered as she dabbed at his lap. He chuckled and his eyes flickered from my face to her hands in his lap, then back to me.

"It's alright sweetheart, really," he smiled. "Just grab me a few more napkins, yeah?"

"Of course," she nodded quickly. She scampered away and he crossed his arms over his chest, that same damn smirk still on his lips as I rolled my eyes.

"Oh come on," he grinned. "Am I not allowed to recognize other girl's asses?"

I scowled. "You are, but if you wanted a handjob from that girl then you should've just saved everyone's time and wrote it on the receipt."

"You're jealous," he realized with a small laugh. "Holy shit, you're jealous!"

My cheeks flushed red and my eyebrows furrowed as I shook my head. "I am not jealous of her."

"You're jealous that she was touching my dīck, aren't you?"

"No!"

"Are too."

"Are not."

"Are too."

"Are not!"

"Are-"

The waitress came back and set down a large stack of napkins, then left after taking our order.

"Norah," Harry cooed as his thumb stroked over my hand. "I'm all yours baby, dīck and all."

*

"Let's go to a party," Harry said suddenly as he paid the check and we got up to leave. "I know there's a really sketchy one by the river."

"And we would go because...?"

He grinned and I could feel my heart swell at the thought of going out with Harry. Seeing girl's faces when he was dancing with me and not them, holding me and not even giving them a second glance.

"Let's go," I laughed. His smile grew even more and his fingers laced with mine as we stepped into the freezing air.

"Shit," I scowled. "I don't have a change of clothes."

"I have some T-shirts in the back of my car," he called as he slid into the drivers seat and started the car. "And an old pair of your leggings from when we went swimming in that public pool, remember?"

"Oh yeah," I nodded as I climbed into the trunk of his car.

"Ready?"

"N-"

He slammed on the gas and I fell all the way into the trunk with a loud thud, thankfully landing on the cushion of his soccer bag.

"You okay?"

"No!" I shouted with a laugh. "Stop driving like a lunatic so I have a chance of getting home!"

"Go hard or go home, baby," he chuckled. I rolled my eyes and shimmied out of my dress, somehow managing to find a long sleeved flannel in the mass of v-necks and T-shirts scattered around his trunk. I pulled on my leggings and barely had all the buttons of his shirt buttoned when he yanked the trunk open, still smiling like an idiot.

"We're here," he grinned. "Toss me a T-shirt, princess."

I gave him a black v-neck, expecting that he would carry it inside and change in the bathroom like any normal human being would do. But I was wrong. He began unbuttoning his shirt as I got out, his long fingers making quick work of it as he kicked off his nice shoes.

"Grab my boots, would you darling?"

"Sure." I couldn't help but stare as he looked away from me, his curls rustling slightly as a chilly breeze picked up. His nose was red and his cheeks flushed, lips bright red from the biting cold and his hands shaking slightly.

"What?" He laughed. "Is my nose red?"

"A little," I giggled. He rolled his eyes and shrugged into the black T-shirt I handed him, his eyes shamelessly roaming my body.

"Do you have any other shoes?"

"Yeah, I brought some in case we wanted to take a walk afterwards," I smiled as I showed him my black vans. "I'm smart like that."

"Okay Miss Smarty-pants," he chuckled. "Let's get our dance on."

It was warm inside, actually quite pleasant in contrast to the blizzard going on outside. Bodies were moving against each other like I had never seen, people of all ages singing and laughing and drinking as music roared over the crowd. It was some indie rock band consisting of a female singer and a drummer, the sound a nice relief from the boring classical music that played at the restaurant.

"Dance with me," Harry yelled with a huge grin as he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the center of the dance floor. But even though we were surrounded by music and people and spilled drinks and laughing and off-key singing by the crowd, I wasn't focused on any of it.

No, I was currently focused on the boy in front of me; the amazing, wonderful, and completely insane boy now dancing in front of me. His long curls were shaking everywhere as he danced around me, his lanky body attempting to stay with the beat as the song changed.

"You're a terrible dancer," I yelled over the music. He laughed and grabbed my waist, his hands holding me in place while I mimicked his 'dancing'.

"I have a gift," he shouted back. Then he began ballroom dancing with some random old lady and I nearly lost it. My sides ached as he did a flawless waltz around me. Now why an old lady was at a rave, I have no clue. I only know that she was clearly loving the attention of one Harry Styles.

"Care to cut in?" He asked cheekily as the old lady broke away from him. I shook my head and he began twerking, which sent me off into another fit of laughter.

"Come on, baby," he laughed. "Show me how it's done."

I finally relented and joined him, our hips colliding as I moved against him. It was slow at first, but soon we were tangled in each other, bodies crashing together in the tumultuous thing we called dancing. I was laughing, he was smiling, and I have never seen someone so perfect as Harry was in that moment.

The music seemed to fade until it was quiet and the people trickled away until it was only Harry and me, the heat of our bodies enough to form a few beads of sweat on his forehead.

I wanted him right then. Not sexually, not even emotionally. I just wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and hold him as close to me as I possibly could. I wanted to tell him how perfect he was, because I knew he didn't believe it himself sometimes.

"Harry, I-" I started to. I almost let every word and emotion tumble out of my mouth but he looked at me and I couldn't. I couldn't because I knew he didn't feel the same way. And we were having fun, we were having the most fun I had ever had. So I didn't.

"I need to pee."

He nodded and I didn't look back as I pushed through the crowd towards the door. I needed air, I needed the cold to distract me from all the feelings being tossed around inside my body. Reason and hope were brawling in my head, while butterflies and a big reality check fought in my stomach.

I stumbled out the back door and stood in a dirty alley, where a couple was making out and a creepy old guy was smoking a cigarette.

After feeling the cold on my skin and the small snowflakes against my cheeks, I was ready to go back to Harry. So I swallowed all those battling emotions and pushed back through the crowd, only to find my Harry dancing alone in the middle. He was throwing himself around and making everyone smile, some probably thought he was unstable but I knew he could have picked any girl to dance with. Yet he didn't, he waited for me.

"You didn't dance with another girl," I yelled. "Why not?"

"I only want to dance with you," he answered with a dimpled smile. "Only you can keep up with me, baby."

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