A fanfiction I wrote about 10 years ago. You can find it on Wattpad here https://www.wattpad.com/story/51392437-all-my-love🫶🏻 More chapters will be published soon! Tell your Harry friends about it!
**Please be aware that this story is RATED-R. Viewer discretion advised. It is full of ups and downs. A rollercoaster full of vulgar language, alcohol, sex, passion, kindness, confusion, pain, anger…but most importantly, love. I would like to warn you that it is a toxic relationship where love overpowers all. I do not advise that you romanticize toxic relationships in real life. This is strictly for entertainment purposes only. It has been a way to escape from the real world for me and to use my creativity. I want to proclaim that Harry is only used for his name, birthdate, and “frat boy era” appearance. This character is not based off Harry's real life personality and stardom. This character does not affiliate with the real Harry Styles.**
Rebecca Bowman is the soft and sweet type of girl. Her world is turned upside down as she finds herself in a sticky situation with one of her best friends, Harry Styles. She never would have thought she’d end up being friends with benefits with someone. That’s not how she values love… Only something in her changed as she decided it was time to move out and live with her best friend, Stella Paxton. Over the next year, she found herself mesmerized by Harry and his unusual, mysterious ways. He’s charming but arrogant. Sweet but angry. Cold but hot… All the traits her mother always warned her about as she was growing up. “Stay clear of the misunderstood and unemotionally available men, they’ll only cause you pain.” Angie would say. Rebecca knew she was in deep for a rude awakening once she made up that irresponsible label with one of her best friends.
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Viewer Discretion Advised
For Mature Audiences Only
18+
Chapter Word Count: 2.7k
Chapter Includes: Sex
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It's been three. Three months since driving to Harry's and telling him to give me experience. Little did I know that we'd end up doing something at least once a week, and if we're lucky, twice. At first it was a little strange doing all these sexual activities with him but the more we did it, the more I've grown really comfortable.
It's actually surprising how long we've kept it a secret from everyone. I'd like to brag about how well we keep it on the down low while sneaking around. Not even Stella has a clue and she's usually the first one on top of everything.
"I totally just whipped your ass in Mario-Kart once again!" Harry shoves it in my face as his character, Bowser, crosses the finish line in first place. For the sixth time I should add. I roll my eyes and frown when baby Peach comes in tenth.
"It's hard using the steering wheel." I huff, setting the white controller wheel on his coffee table. When I cross my legs on the couch, pushing my hair back, Harry turns off the game to switch on regular television.
Taking me off guard, Harry's hand lands on the inside of my thigh, slowly running his fingertips up and down. My skin rises, my stomach tenses, and the lump in my throat makes it hard to breathe from the sudden mood change. Our eyes stayed glued to the television, ignoring the fact that Michael could walk out of his room any second now.
Harry's fingers start dancing their way over to the front of my shorts, slowing down the pace they're going at. The feeling of his fingers messing with me, rubbing the outside of my clothes, are sending chills all over my body. I gulp when he puts more pressure, causing me to glance over at him who is glued to the TV screen in a smirk.
Just as I begin to shut off my mind, Harry's hand gets ripped off of me, clearing his throat the same time he repositions on the couch next to me. I look at him confused, wondering why he stopped but Harry's eyes gesture over. I look to where he pointed to and sure enough, Michael is walking over with his eyes on his phone.
"What are we watching?" Michael finally looks at the screen and then over at us, plopping down next to me. I look over at Harry, who then looks over at me with an annoyed look on his face over the fact that he just got interrupted. I exhale and sink more into the couch, crossing my arms while I keep my eyes on the TV screen.
I walk out of guest bathroom that sits across the hall from Harry's bedroom, taking my time to get back in the living room. I'll be back with an annoyed, sexually frustrated Harry and a clueless Michael that still hasn't left to go hangout with someone. I remember he mentioned who that someone was but I was too distracted from the secret touch of Harry's pinky on the side of my leg to listen.
I do admit that I've been teasing Harry, which is probably why he's so grumpy about the fact that Michael's still in the room with us.
Whenever he was in the kitchen making a snack, I purposely got up to get a drink just so I could try to reach for a cup on the top shelf, giving him a good view of my body. Not to mention, me bending over as I looked in the fridge to get out the apple juice, knowing his eyes were glued to my butt. It only made me giggle when I'd look back at him. A tense jaw with a hard inhale before looking away to finish the preparation.
I look down at my nails, that are depressing from how much of the blue polish has chipped off. Without paying attention as I'm walking, I run into what feels like a brick wall. When my eyes meet what's in front of me, I see Harry smiling down at me.
"Watch where you're going, yeah?" He asks in a laugh and I squint, shoving at his shoulder only to look behind him for a second. I push him up against the wall, surprising Harry which helps my confidence. He breathes hard, deepening his eyes into mine as he stares down at me. He sucks in his lips with a raise of his chest the same time my small hands creep their way underneath the front of his shirt. My fingertips slowly glaze along top of his skin causing goosebumps to rise. When I palm his chest, I take notice how warm he is. No matter how cold it is inside or outside, his body holds heat better than anyone I know. I get up on my tip toes, hovering my lips over Harry's who licks his, yearning for me.
"Alright guys, I'll see you later!" Michael yells from the front door, interrupting my move to plant my lips against Harry's.
"Okay." Harry raises his voice loud enough as his eyes continue to burn holes in my mine. We wait for the door to shut and without a second to spare, Harry rips his shirt off and cups my face. Our lips connect, sparking the mood and I feel my back hit the wall the same time Harry pushes his body up against mine. My hands travel up and down his back, feeling his lips line my jaw before moving down to my neck.
"Harry." I pant out when he reaches my favorite spot. He hums against it in question and I swallow all my nerves down before running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. "I'm r-ready." I manage to say and Harry quickly stands up straight.
"Ready?" Harry asks and I nod, biting my lip. "Like... To have sex?" Harry's emeralds are glistening from the pleasure of being turned on and I blink mine a couple time before stuttering a nod. "You need to speak Becca, nodding isn't good enough for me." Harry tells me with demand behind his voice and I part my lips. I know that, I just can't get myself to speak over the jittery feeling I'm going through.
The couple times I've told him I was ready, I backed out just as he was going to enter. I felt so bad each time I did. I thought I was ready like really really ready but the closer he got to entering, the more I became terrified. I think I'm more scared of how it's going to feel than anything. I've heard it hurts like hell or that it doesn't or that it only hurts for a second. My pain tolerance isn't very high but I need to get it over with. I'm bored of just his tongue and fingers.
"Yes." I say in a whisper and he deepens the intensity with the stare. If we continue to stand here and gaze at each other, I know for sure I'll tell him to forget about it. I can't keep waiting.
"You have to be absolutely sure this time Becca. I-I'm not rushing you or trying to pressure you into it but this happened a couple times before and you ended up backing out." Harry tells me and I take a deep breath.
"I know, I know. But I'm sure, for real this time. I want to." I speak with confidence and holding our eyes in a lock. "Please?" I add and he licks his bottom lip trying to hide a smirk but it appears. Harry doesn't say a word, he only scans my face before staring at my lips, planting his on mine seconds later. His tongue pries it's way into my mouth, battling against my own as he picks me up by my thighs to walk us to his room.
As I'm laying down on Harry's bed, with him hovering me, I can't help but promise myself that I won't let this get to me. The way you see it in movies or in books. 'You'll be attached to the person you have sex with.' It's just sex. Everyone has casual sex. I won't fall in love. I can't. I won't. We agreed there'd be no strings attached. Just like he has said, shut off the mind, let the body take control. I'm capable of that.
Harry lifts my shirt off above my head, tossing it on the floor. I watch as his eyes eat up my chest while he unbuttons his jeans with a tense jaw. I do him the favor of sitting up and unhooking the back of my bra. The straps fall down my shoulders before I let it finally fall all together.
No turning back, my subconscious reminds me.
My cheeks become a sudden shade of red because of the parted lips I'm getting from Harry. He's only seen my breasts once before and it was an accident. I stepped into my room after a shower and sure enough, Harry was sitting on my bed. I wasn't even expecting him and I definitely wasn't expecting to drop my towel from the startle.
"Stop being so shy. You're fucking hot." Harry tells me in a husky voice above my lips and I swallow hard as I start laying back again. He follows, skipping the lip to lip action and immediately leaving soft pecks all over my neck.
Goosebumps rise and I let out a moan before my mind can keep up from the sensation of being underneath him.
His touch is magical. Magnificent even. I always have to remind myself that this isn't a dream and that his touch is actually happening in real life. Out of nowhere his left hand grabs ahold of one of my breasts, gently massaging the same time he sucks at my neck. It sends a shot of electricity through my body and another quick moan falls off my lips.
I honestly didn't think it'd feel as good as it does by but here I am again being proven wrong. Harry's mouth leaves my mouth and starts with sloppy kisses all over my chest, kissing the top of the breast he just massaged. His lips move to my other, kissing around my nipple slowly while his left hand slides down my stomach. I start to arch my back from the bed because of the new feeling of breast play but his hand pushes me back down.
Just as I thought nothing could beat this new sensation, his mouth wraps itself around my nipple, causing me to look down at him. Holy crap. My heart is racing already.
Harry's eyes make their way up to mine and smirks against my breast, noticing my pleasurable reaction. It only encourages him. His tongue swipes across the top of my nipple while being in his mouth. My head falls back into the pillow, letting the feeling take over and I feel like my breathing is all over the place.
Not expecting it, Harry's hand is in my pants, working it's way in my panties and I shutter from the chill of his rings that never seem to leave his fore and middle finger. Harry's lips begin to plant salt and pepper kisses around the breast as his fingers make it my clit, moving in small circles. My jaw falls open and my eyes close just as his fingers move down my folds, teasing my entrance. No strings attached. I push my subconscious to the back of my mind. I thought I had already blocked her out.
"You respond to me so well. You're already so wet." Harry speaks low and my insides stir from the way his voice is raspy over each word. Harry gets up on his knees, fumbling my shorts, keeping his eyes on his hands. My eyes stay glued to his hands, growing anxious for what's going to happen any second now.
My shorts are ripped off along with my red panties, tossed with my other articles of clothing. Harry licks his lips, staring down at my area as he spreads my legs apart. As much as I'd like to be shy in this moment, the look in Harry's eyes is too appealing to start now. He gets off the bed and walks over to the nightstand and opens up the top drawer, picking up a box of condoms. My eyes stay on him while he takes one out and tosses it back into the drawer. "Open this." Harry hands the condom wrapper to me and takes his pants off, watching me do as I'm told. I hear Harry spit and look over at him, now stroking himself before getting back on the bed. No turning back. I gulp as he again spreads my legs and he takes the lubricated latex away from me. "I'm going to ask you one more time before I put this on, are you sure you're ready?" Harry asks, locking our eyes and I nod staring at his now red lips. "Use your words."
"Yes I'm sure." I squeak out and he nods once before rolling the condom down on himself.
"No strings attached." Harry then says, taking me off guard.
"No strings attached." I mock him with a smug look and he smirks.
Suddenly my nerves are through the roof, my body is on fire, and my breathing is skipping rhythm. My eyes are stuck staring up at the ceiling and the thoughts rush through my mind, wondering if this is a bad idea or not. I want this. I know I do but why do I have to be so scared? I trust Harry more than most guys, let alone people, but this is about to happen. My virginity is about to be taken from one of my best friends.
"Becca, look at me." I hear Harry's voice and my eyes shoot to his. He notices my nerves and leans forward, hovering over me to give me a few kisses to calm them down. His lips drag down my chest and stomach before going back to sit up on his knees. "Relax." Harry whispers, running both of his hands slowly up and down each inner thigh of mine. I close my eyes and inhale holding it for five seconds before exhaling. "Just tell me to stop and I will."
"No." I spit out instantly and a belly laugh escapes Harry.
"There's a possibility it will hurt so please tell me when you need me to stop." He says, his voice low. I nod only to correct the nod with a vocal okay. "I promise you, you'll be okay." Harry licks his lips, spreading my legs a little bit more before positioning himself in front of me. I feel the half cold half warm latex rub against me, warning me that any second he'll be entering. I don't even know if I'm really breathing right now. I'm so anxious, scared, but honestly really excited all at once. My emotions are flying, giving me no time to know which one I'm actually feeling.
I try to take a deep breath as Harry begins to slide himself in but a sharp gasp falls out the farther he enters. This is happening. This is really happening, he's inside me. The pain of the foreign size causes tears to prick my eyes and I squeeze them shut before gripping the sheets to help relieve my tension.
"Am I hurting you?" Harry asks with concern and I shake my head as I bite down on my tongue at the uncomfortable pressure. Harry moves at a slow pace, making sure I'm not completely overwhelmed from this whole new thing we're doing. I'm thankful he isn't being harsh about it. I've heard way too many times by old friends and Stella that most guys just go for it, not even making sure they're enjoying it. So being the one in bed with Harry is relief in itself.
A million thoughts are running through my head but not one can I process. Harry's being so gentle, almost so loving from the way he's handling this for me. It has me thinking about his first time. I never asked or care to really know. "I'm going to move a little faster, okay?" Harry's hands touches my cheek. "You're tight from being nervous so I need to get used to you." He informs me, moving his hand to the top of my head and running it over repeatedly in comfort. I gulp and just let my body take over, feeling him pick up the speed.
