*Norah's POV*
All I could think about at halftime was how hot the boys on the other team were. They were all pouring water over their heads and shaking their hair out and carrying on while I was supposed to be listening to Julian. But currently we were winning 3-0 so he wasn't saying much, just to play defense and focus.
"And Norah," he said suddenly, snapping me out of my own thoughts. "You're doing great out there."
I smiled and felt a hand slide down my back, which at first I dismissed as one of the other girls on my team. But when I saw Julian's face break into a grin and every girl try to fix their hair a little, I knew exactly who it was.
"Harry," Julian laughed. "I saw you in the stands, how are you?"
"Great," Harry answered with a chuckle. "Our first game is actually tonight, if you guys want to come."
Basically everyone nodded their heads and I rolled my eyes.
"Julian," I asked sweetly. "Could I talk to Harry for just a second?"
He waved the other girls off and began calling drills while I turned to face Harry.
"What?" he grinned as I stared at him. "I just wanted to tell you how well you're playing."
"He told them not to pass me the ball," I huffed as my eyes followed a ladybug that was currently running across my cleat. "He doesn't think I'm ready yet."
Harry scowled. "Do you want me to talk to him about it?"
"No," I shook my head. "Just go be your little adorable self and I'll see you after the game."
"Right." He was still smiling as he walked away and I couldn't help but laugh a little to myself.
"Norah," Julian called. "Come do this drill."
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"You're being dramatic," Harry rolled his eyes as he waved the waitress over. "Two milkshakes please, Sarah."
"Of course dear," Miss Sarah beamed. She was an elderly lady, with rosy cheeks and a smile that could melt anyone's heart. I loved her like my own grandma, mostly because I didn't have a real one anymore, mine had both died before I was born.
"I can't eat anymore," I groaned as I leaned back in the booth. The rain was falling steadily now and Harry and I had decided to just stay here and eat and talk until it died down.
"Sure you can," he winked. "I've seen you take more than a milkshake."
I reached across the table and slapped him upside the head.
"Here you go," Sarah smiled as she set down two heaping cups of whip cream and sugar. "Extra whip cream, just how you like it Norah."
"Thank you," I replied sweetly. "You're the best, Miss Sarah."
"Oh dear," she rolled her eyes. "Just call me Sarah, honey."
Harry slumped on the table and put his head down, letting out a deep breath as I began to twirl his long curls around my fingers.
"You need a haircut," I sighed.
He snorted. "You love my hair, what are you talking about?"
"It's too long!"
"Nope."
I looked out the window and he picked his head up to look at me, his green eyes piercing through me as he smiled.
"We need to get you home," he said quietly. "You need sleep."
I didn't argue so after paying the bill, he drove me straight home and carried me up to my bed. It was only ten o'clock, so Gretchen was still asleep and my parents were at work. They both worked as doctors at the local hospital, so their hours were sporadic and quite random.
"Sweet dreams, baby girl," Harry murmured as he left a small kiss to my forehead. "I'll see you later."
"You're not staying?" I asked through a big yawn.
"I didn't know I could," he chuckled. After kicking off his boots and stripping down to his boxers, he laid down next to me and draped his arm around my shoulders.
"Norah," he whispered after a moment of silence. "Turn over so we can make out."
I laughed. "Who says I want to make out with you?"
He turned me over and I felt him smile as his lips pushed against mine and his hands settled at the base of my spine.
I tugged gently on his lower lip and he groaned into my mouth. "Please tell me your parents aren't home," he panted.
"At work," I answered breathlessly. He nodded and began to work on untucking my jersey while I tangled my fingers in his hair.
"You're so wet for me, baby," he praised as his hand pushed into my shorts and circled around me teasingly. "Such a good girl."
"Harry," I whimpered softly. He pushed my shorts down and pulled my shirt off faster than I could blink, then quickly slipped his large hands under my sports bra.
"You look so sexy when you play, did I ever tell you that?" he chuckled as he moved to hover over me. Our bare stomachs were pressed together and I could feel the growing bulge through his thin boxers.
"I'm pretty sure I sweat like a fifty year-old man," I laughed as he kissed up and down my neck. His small snort vibrated through my skin and tickled me slightly.
"But a cute fifty year-old man."
I rolled my eyes. "Shut up."
"These underwear are strangely turning me on," he stated with a dimpled grin. We both looked down at my tweety bird panties and I couldn't help but smile as he raised his eyebrows.
"Most boys are turned on by lace, you know," I told him as he slid down my body and dragged them down my legs. "And Harry Styles is turned on by none other than tweety bird."
"Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not."
"Shut up."
"Just take off your pants already," I grumbled. He raised his eyebrows and left a trail of kisses towards my belly button while I squirmed impatiently.
"Sounds like someone's eager."
"Sounds like someone's being an asshole," I retorted. He rolled his eyes.
"Hey, before we do, you know, I need to ask you something."
"Shoot," I sighed as he worked on getting his boxers off.
"Well I was thinking about that dance thing, you know the one right before the end of the year?" I nodded. "Yeah well I was hoping you would help me get Thalia back before then."
"Seriously?" I asked incredulously. He stared down at me. "You're seriously bringing up your ex when we're about to have sēx?"
"Shit," he widened his eyes. "No, that's not-"
"Get off me, you pig," I scowled as I shoved him off me and stood up, holding the comforter over my bare body. "You are so fúcking ridiculous!"
"Norah," he tried to reason. "I didn't mean to-"
"Didn't mean to say that out loud?" I finished for him. My voice was nearly at shouting but I didn't care; I was seeing red right now and he wasn't helping. "God, I can't believe I actually thought you might be thinking about anyone besides yourself!"
"I was thinking about you," he cut in desperately. "I'm sorry princess, please."
"Don't call me that," I seethed. "And get the hell out."
Instead of arguing he closed the distance between us and forced his lips on mine, carelessly tossing the sheet aside so my body was exposed again. "Let me prove it, baby."
"I'm still mad," I panted as he laid me down on the bed and began to knead my breasts slowly in his large hands. "Shit- I still hate you."
"I know," he grinned. And then he was buried inside me and I was moaning and he was cursing and I actually forgot about our argument.
"You- fúck," he groaned. "You make it so hard for me not to fúck you senseless."
"I don't care," I pushed through my shallow breaths. "Just don't wake Gretchen up."
He slammed all the way into me and even though the pain was pretty substantial, the pleasure outweighed it by a billion. He didn't say anything else as he continued pounding into me, but his lips against mine said enough. The kiss was soft and gentle and loving, basically the completely opposite of what he was doing physically.
He came not long after that and I followed suit, our bodies now sweaty and spent as he collapsed on top of me.
I waited until he was asleep then pushed his heavy body off me and quietly left my bedroom with a change of clothes. I was annoyed with him, of course, but more than that I was hurt. It was embarrassing to know that he could've gone through the whole sex thing still thinking about Thalia. And who's to say he wouldn't scream her name when he came?
Shivering slightly at the thought, I pulled on my shorts and a hoodie and jogged down the stairs, then out the door. The air was crisp and fresh from the rain that had fallen, and my fingers quickly went numb as I began running. I didn't really like running at all, but soccer sort of requires it so I had to suck it up and become acquainted with the ever-exhausting activity.
"Hey Norah!" Two voices called in unison from behind me. I slowed down and smiled at my little neighbor twins, who were both so tightly bundled up in coats and scarves that I couldn't tell them apart.
"Hey guys," I laughed as they ran into my arms and hugged my neck tightly. Their names were Nelson and Elliot, and they were about the only kids I liked on this planet.
"Mommy says you're coming over tonight," Nelson grinned with a small sniffle. Both their noses were red and their cheeks flushed, but they didn't seem fazed.
"I am," I nodded with a smile. "But only if you're really, really good, okay? You have to do everything your mommy says or I can't come."
"We will," Elliot nodded eagerly. "We'll be the bestest kids ever."
"Good." I gave them another small hug and picked up running again, well aware that my phone had started buzzing furiously.
I stopped to lean and stretch against a fence, and decided to pick up my phone before it buzzed a hole through my leg.
"Hello?"
"Norah," Gretchen's voice sounded relieved. "Where are you?"
"I went for a run, why?"
"That guy from the party the other night, you remember right?"
"Um, yeah."
"He's outside our house in his car and I don't know what to do."
"Why is he outside our house again?"
"He just showed up, I don't know, and he wants me to go to lunch-."
"Wait a second," I cut her off. "He has a car? How old is this boy?"
There was a long pause. "Sixteen."
I wanted to yell and scream and bitch at her but honestly, I didn't have the energy. So I hung up and ran all the way back to my house, which was a pretty good distance to run when I had planned to have Harry come pick me up and drive me back.
I saw an unfamiliar car in front of our house and walked right up to it, apparently startling the young boy inside. I could tell he wasn't from around here just by looking at his tan.
"Can I help you?" he asked as he recovered and kept typing away on his phone.
"Yeah, this is my house," I answered with a measured smile. "And I would like to know why you've been hanging out with my thirteen-year-old sister."
His eyes widened. "You're Gretchen's sister?"
"Yes, that's what I just-"
"Damn you're hot."
I narrowed my eyes at him and a look of pure fear flashed across his face as I crossed my arms. "Excuse me?"
"I just meant, you're um..." he cleared his throat. "Really pretty."
I turned to walk away and made sure to mutter something just loud enough for him to hear. "Jackass."
The house was silent and I had to look for Gretchen for about ten minutes before she finally peeked out of a hall closet.
"You're not mad are you?" she squeaked as I offered her a hand to stand up.
I let out a deep breath. "Yes. But I'm also tired, and you need help. So go get Harry and we'll figure this out."
Her brown eyes went wide. "Wake Harry up?"
"Um, yes?"
"Why can't you do it? I-"
"If you want me to help you, then you have to do it."
She let out a small sigh but turned and trudged slowly up the stairs as I made myself a glass of chocolate milk and went back outside.
He was still sitting there in his car, his rap music playing ridiculously loud while he stared at his phone screen.
"Oh, hey," he grinned as I approached the car. "Sorry about earlier-"
"Get out of the car."
He stared at me. "What?"
"Please get out of the car," I asked nicely. "I just want to talk."
He groaned but got out of the car and leaned against it in front of me. He was tall I guess, a little taller than me at least. Blonde hair, brown eyes, a huge watch on his wrist, and some loafers to complete the whole look. He looked like a frat boy honestly and there was nothing noteworthy about this boy, except for the stupid smirk on his lips as he stared at me.
"I like your shorts," he grinned, jerking his head down to my tiny pajama shorts. I scowled and was just beginning to tug them down when the boy stepped away from his car. "They're cute."
"And you're about to be seriously injured if you don't step back," a familiar voice chuckled from behind me. I rolled my eyes.
"Shit, you're Harry Styles," the boy laughed. "You're the forward on the soccer team, right?"
"Yeah," Harry answered evenly. "You know my name, now what's yours?"
"Christian," he finally let out. "Christian Paul."
"And you're hanging out with Gretchen because...?"
"She's funny," he shrugged. "And she's cool. She told me she was fifteen so-"
"She said that?" I asked quietly. He looked at me with a lopsided grin and Harry shifted in front of me slightly when his gaze lingered a little too long.
"Yes," he finally replied. "But this is ridiculous, it's not like we did anything. I just wanted to go out to lunch, that's it, I swear."
I looked at him for a long time and finally let out a sigh. "Touch her and I'll kill you."
"Sweetheart," he began to chuckle. "I don't think-"
"Do not call her that," Harry cut in, his tone dripping with venom as his fists clenched. "And you should leave."
"But lunch-"
"Harry," I tried to reason. "Just let them go to lunch."
"He's leaving," Harry hissed. "Maybe another day."
Christian got in his car and slammed the door, his engine roaring to life as he flipped us off. So much for befriending me.
Harry's eyes softened and his large hands enveloped mine as I stepped closer to him.
"Your hands are freezing," he commented quietly. "You shouldn't be outside with no shoes on."
"You're not my mother," I muttered as I trudged back into the house. "And I can make my own fashion choices."
"Norah," he called after me with a small laugh. "Why are you angry with me?"
"I don't want to talk about it," I huffed. He shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Can I make it up to you, then?"
I crossed my arms. "You have five minutes."
He closed the space between us and pushed his lips against mine, his hands already searching underneath my shirt as I moaned into his mouth.
"Ew!" Gretchen's voice sang from behind us. I broke away from Harry but his hands remained on my waist as I smiled at Gretchen.
"Please go upstairs, Gretch," I practically begged. "Please just this once."
She scrunched up her nose but went upstairs anyway. Immediately Harry pinned me to the floor and hovered over me while I pushed my shorts down my shivering legs.
"You're cold," Harry stated as his lips worked down my neck. I nodded and he pressed his chest against my body, instantly heating my torso and raising goosebumps all over my skin.
"Better?"
All I could do was nod.
"Good," he chuckled. "Because you're about to get a lot hotter, sweetheart."
Harry's free hand began working on his sweatpants while the other stayed planted on the floor next to my head. He was still hovering over me and shielding me from the cold, although by now we were both sweating.
"No foreplay today, sweetheart," he sighed, leaving small pecks along my neck. "I'm way too fucking hard."
I laughed. "Thanks for the memo."
He shrugged and finally kicked his sweatpants aside, and it suddenly became obvious that he hadn't bothered to put on any boxers.
"Don't you dare say anything about my damn boxers," he warned with a playful grin. "I was very rudely awoken this morning."
"Sorry about that," I bit my lip. "I had to deal with that guy and-"
A small moan escaped my lips as he pushed into me, rendering me unable to finish my sentence (or breathe regularly for that matter). My legs wrapped tightly around him and he began to pant as each thrust got deeper and harder.
"You- fuck -don't need to apologize," he pushed through gritted teeth. "That guy was an asshole anyway."
"Yeah," I barely managed to answer. The pressure in my stomach was almost unbearable but I bit the inside of my cheek and didn't say anything while he continued his slow, heavy pace. I was determined to hold it until after Harry had finished.
"What are you doing?" he chuckled breathlessly. "Are you waiting for me?"
I nodded and he rolled his eyes. "Just come already, Norah. I don't like finishing first."
"No," I nearly gasped. "You first."
"Am I really going to have to force you?" He raised his eyebrows and almost looked pleased as he leaned down closer to my ear, his hot breath only intensifying the chills already running down my spine.
"Come on baby," he purred. "Come for me, Norah. I know you want to, I know you can feel the pressure building when I hit just the right place at just the right angle." Damn, he's good.
He grinned. "I can feel you tightening around me, baby, I know you wanna let go and explode all around me so you can feel that feeling you love so much. Come on sweetheart, just let go."
My back arched and my fingers clawed at the carpet as waves and waves of pure bliss came crashing over my body. My eyes rolled back, my legs shook, my whole being seemed to melt into Harry as he finished with a loud grunt and left another hickey on my neck.
"Are you still mad at me?" he asked once we were cleaned up and sitting under a blanket on the couch.
I blinked. "What was I mad about?"
*
"Norah," Harry began lazily as another episode of Grey's Anatomy began on the TV behind us. We were now curled up on the floor under a blanket, the warmth from the fire in the fireplace adding to the warmth that was radiating from inside me. I felt so happy, so content with Harry right now. So much so that it was actually beginning to scare me a little bit. I had never liked Harry like this, never. And I wasn't really sure what would happen to us if I started now.
"Yeah?" I finally replied, my answer muffled by his shirt as I laid with my head on his chest.
"I'm sorry about bringing Thalia up earlier."
I tensed slightly and he noticed, his lips leaving a small kiss to my scalp as he looked down at me.
"It was really an asshole move but I wasn't thinking. I'm so used to telling you everything without a filter that I just stopped thinking about what we were doing at the minute."
"I understand," I yawned. "Just don't do it again."
He grinned. "Promise, baby."
I let out a deep breath and he shifted so I was more on top of him, putting me in a position where I could feel his hard crotch pressing against my torso.
"Harry," I groaned up at him. "How are you hard again?"
He furrowed his eyebrows and frowned slightly. "I'm not."
"Yes you are," I laughed lightly. "I can feel it."
He raised his eyebrows. "Babe, that's just my dick."
"Oh," I huffed as I laid back down and tried to get comfortable. "I thought-"
I looked up at him and he was smiling like an idiot, even a small blush had crept to his full cheeks as I rolled my eyes.
"Don't get cocky," I sighed, burying my face in his hard chest.
He chuckled. "Nice word choice."
*
"Fuck!" Harry cursed, running a large hand through his already messy curls. "I can't find my fucking jersey."
"Have you checked the laundry basket?" I suggested sweetly. "That's where normal people put their clean clothes."
"Of course I checked the-" He stopped short and held up his jersey, which was all folded and neatly stacked atop his socks and compressions shorts.
I giggled and he threw a pillow at me, which only made me laugh harder and him to grow even more embarrassed.
"Are you coming to watch me play?" he asked casually as he stripped down and slipped on his white jersey.
"No," I answered quietly. "I'm kind of...um.."
He frowned. "Kind of what?"
"Going on a date."
His eyes grew to twice their normal size and I could almost feel the switch flip in his body, from playful to tense in a millisecond.
"With who?" he asked tightly. His voice was controlled and completely cold, but his eyes gave away exactly how he was feeling: betrayed. And angry. And worried.
But more than any of those was sad, just very, incredibly sad.