twenty-six

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I made it a point over the next few hours to stick close to Zayn and touch his arm, or hold his hand or do basically anything I could to make Harry jealous. Part of me wanted him to feel like I felt when I saw him with Thalia, but another part was craving the punishment he would undoubtedly inflict on me later. I could only imagine the pleasure that would come from angry sex with Harry Styles, so I did my best to get him worked up.

"How about we get in the hot tub, love," Zayn suggested with a cheeky grin. I nodded and instead of finding somewhere private to take off my clothes, I decided to do it right there. So I shimmied out of my shorts and tossed my shirt aside, a smile flickering over my lips as I watched Harry's face harden.

"Comin', Harry?" Liam asked as he laced his fingers with Brooke's. "It'll be just like old times."

"Yeah," Louis nodded. "Wait in here, gorgeous."

So Liam and Louis left their girlfriends inside and we walked outside, into the breathtakingly cold air that seemed to squeeze all the breath out of my lungs. But we jumped in the hot water gratefully, and Zayn's shoulder immediately bumped mine.

Harry didn't look happy. "I'm going to get a beer," he said tightly. "I'll be right back."

His black shirt was clinging tightly to his muscled chest and even through his jeans, I could see his hard-on. Somehow it made me happy to know what I could do to his body even when he was angry with me.

"He's getting angry," Zayn observed with a grin. "I can do the rest, if you like."

I nodded and he shifted even closer, pretending to whisper some secretive thing in my ear. The other boys raised their eyebrows, and I could detect the tension in the air.

"Norah," Louis smiled warmly, obviously trying to clear the air. "I feel like I haven't seen you in a while."

"Yeah, I've been pretty busy," I answered quietly. Little did they know, Harry had been fücking me mercilessly every day, sometimes even twice a day. But then it occurred to me that two of the boys did know.

Harry came back just then and even though I was supposed to be making him angry, I felt uncomfortable. I knew girls were looking at me and thinking that I looked like that girl- the girl who fücked every guy in her friend circle and made it totally weird.

Harry sat across the hot tub from me and somehow the conversation of soccer arose so everyone's attention was (thankfully) shifted from me.

"Get me a beer, would you Norah?" Zayn murmured, his lips barely touching my neck. I was confused at first but then I realized Harry was staring at us, and it probably looked like Zayn was whispering something dirty in my ear. So I giggled quietly and nodded, then pulled myself out of the hot tub as slowly and seductively as I could manage.

I was opening Zayn's beer when I felt a strong hand wrap around my wrist and spin me around, forcing me to collide with someone's hard chest.

"Norah," Steven's voice slurred as I shrank away from his harsh breath. "God, I missed you."

"Ow," I mumbled, prying my wrist out of his strong grasp. "Steven, that hurts."

"Come on baby, you used to be able to take so much pain," he purred as his thumb stroked my cheek. "Don't you remember?"

"Don't touch me," I hissed, pushing his chest firmly.

We were alone in the kitchen and since there was a bonfire in the backyard, the house was nearly empty. So basically I was alone with the craziest, horniest boy here.

"Norah," he frowned deeply. "You used to want me so bad, remember? You have to remember baby, we were together for four months."

"We were never together," I argued softly. "Please don't make me yell for Harry, Steven. I really don't want to have to do that."

"Is that what you're going to do, Nor?" he laughed coldly. "Yeah, just yell for your little fückboy and he'll come running to your rescue, right?"

A girl who was pouring a drink stole a glance at me and I recognized her as one of Brooke's friends from school. Great.

"Better yet," Steven said with an icy smile. "I'll do it for you."

"No, don't-" I pleaded, trying to cover his mouth with my hand. He swatted me away and held both my hands in one of his.

"Harry!" he shouted with a laugh. "Harry Styles, little Norah requires your assistance!"

Of course Harry appeared a second later, his face twisting into anger and hatred as he realized what was going on.

"Let her go," he sighed, running a large hand through his hair. He didn't look particularly interested but a second later, Liam and Zayn appeared behind him, and they did look very interested.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" Zayn growled, his hands clenching into fists. "You weren't invited here."

"So much for hospitality," Steven chuckled, his focus shifting back to me. "Isn't that rude, princess?"

"For Christ's sake, let her go," Liam butt in. "She hasn't done anything wrong."

"Hasn't done anything wrong?" Steven repeated incredulously. "She fucking cheated on me."

"I did not," I asserted weakly. "Please Steven, you're embarrassing me."

"Shut up," he hissed down at me. His hand was so tight on mine I couldn't feel my hands anymore, and I tried to break away but he just shook his head. "Leave us alone Styles, I just want to talk to her."

I met Harry's gaze and pleaded with my eyes for him to say no.

"I don't think so," Niall cut in from behind me. "Let her go mate, we don't want to start somethin tonight."

"We?" Steven snickered. Liam tensed.

"Yes," Harry smirked. "We. It's four against one."

"I've never been great at math," Zayn pondered aloud. "But I'm pretty sure that means you're screwed."

"I'll go," Steven grinned. "But first I want to hear how my leftovers taste."

I froze and squeezed my eyes shut. "Shut up."

"Styles?" Steven prodded. "I'm talking to you."

"What is he talking about?" Liam scowled. "Harry, what the hell?"

"How does she fuck? I taught her everything she knows, you know. I took her virginity, too."

"Please stop," I whispered, tears springing to my eyes. I was in the middle of a circle of all the boys, even Louis had made it inside and they were all just staring at me. My cheeks were flaming red and there was a tear just waiting to fall down my hot face. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

"She cried like a baby," he reminisced. "I had to throw those sheets away, too."

He shoved my hands away and Harry stepped forward, pushing me behind him protectively as Steven crossed his arms.

"I had to hold her for an hour," he snickered as I buried my face in Harry's hard back. He wasn't wearing a shirt but his skin was still hot from the hot tub so it was somewhat comforting.

"Shut the hell up," Louis scowled. "This is disgusting and no one wants to listen to you just because Norah moved on."

Steven seemed surprised.

"Harry is twice the person you will ever be," Liam chuckled. "Who cares if they're fucking, at least she had the sense to dump your sorry ass."

I looked at both of them and realized how lucky I was to have friends like them. They were standing up for me and they didn't even know Steven, or that Harry and I had lied to them. They didn't care. They were protecting me because it was the right thing to do.

Steven took a step closer and Harry straightened up, making him even taller. But I also noticed that the other boys shifted closer, like they were ready to pounce on Steven if he even tried to get near Harry.

"Every time you fuck her, I hope you think of me. Think of her crying and screaming as I took her virginity, because I wasn't a pussy and I didn't sugarcoat it for her. She'll never forget that."

Harry stepped forward and punched Steven square in the jaw, sending him stumbling backwards and straight into the arms of Liam.

He held Steven's arms behind his back while Harry stared at him, probably with that same hardness in his dark eyes.

"I don't ever want to see your face again, do you understand me?" Harry said calmly, which only made him more frightening as he advanced towards Steven. "If I do, I will not hesitate to beat the living shit out of you, you disrespectful excuse of a human being. Now apologize to her."

Steven spit at Harry and I let out a small gasp, my hand covering my mouth as Harry's jaw flexed. He was beyond pissed; he was furious.

But I had seen enough. So I stepped in front of Harry and put my hands on his chest.

"Calm down," I mumbled as his eyes finally met mine. "Please, Harry."

"He can't talk to you like that," he whispered thickly. "I won't let him."

I kissed his collarbone lightly and turned to face Steven with a new air of confidence.

I crossed my arms. "Apologize."

"You're making me really hard in that bathing suit," he snickered. "I remember when I took you up to my parents' cabin and we fucked the entire weekend. You wore that suit, didn't you?"

My firmness faltered for a second but I quickly cleared my throat and looked back at him. "Shut up."

"You're a slut and you know it, Norah," he rolled his eyes.

I stepped forward and slapped him hard across the cheek, hard enough to leave behind a red handprint.

"Liam," I sniffled, wiping furiously at my eyes. "Please make him leave now."

"Of course," Liam nodded, dragging him out of kitchen and towards the door. Even Brooke, who was incredibly shallow and annoying, threw a drink in Steven's face and scoffed as she followed them out the door.

"I'll help him," Zayn muttered as he walked briskly past me. "Harry, take her upstairs for Christ's sake, she's about to start bawling."

Harry's head snapped towards me and just as I let out a strangled sob, his strong arms wrapping around me and pulling me to his hard chest.

"God, Norah," he sighed into my hair. "Shh, shh, it's okay baby, I got you."

"Harry," I whimpered, clinging to his warm body. "I'm so sorry."

I felt his arms snake under my body and lift me up, then his labored breathing as we scaled the stairs. "For what baby?"

"I was just pretending to like Zayn," I mumbled as he laid me on the bed gently. "I'm so sorry Harry, I just wanted to get you angry."

"Mission accomplished, sunshine," he laughed, laying down next to me as I wiped my nose with the back of my hand. "Seeing you with him made me crazy."

I nodded and cuddled into his side as more tears came, not only about Steven but about everything.

Luckily Harry thought they were about Steven. I guess it was better that way.

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