Sloppy Niall Spills Secrets

“I didn’t do it.” 

“Harry, are you serious?” I whined as I glanced down at the thick chemistry packet Harry and I had in front of us. 

“I forgot!” Harry said with wide, innocent eyes as he held up his hands. Our chemistry teacher looked at us over her glasses and gave us a disapproving look before going back to grading papers.

“I swear you’re the worst chemistry partner possible. Why did I have to get partnered up with you on the first day of school?” I mumbled half to myself and half to Harry.

Harry’s muscular arm snaked around my tiny waist, pulling me against him as he kissed my cheek affectionately.

“I’m pretty sure that you’ve learned a lot about chemistry this year thanks to me.” Harry grinned cockily as I rolled my eyes.

“If you’re referring to sex, I’m pretty sure that is under the category of biology, not chemistry.” I laughed. Harry rolled his eyes this time, running a hand through his curls.

“I don’t give a fuck what category it’s under.” Harry replied against my ear, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. I lightly elbowed him in the ribs, making him pull away from me a bit.

“Stop doing that, you know that makes me all hot and bothered.” I grumbled as I tried to answer the next chemistry question on our packet. Harry was supposed to do all the odd numbers last night, while I did the even. But unfortunately, he “forgot.”

“I like you hot and bothered.” Harry replied, leaning down so that he could look at me. A small smirk was present on his lips.

“I’m not hooking up with you in front of our chemistry class. Especially when I can see Alec staring at us out of the corner of my eye.” I replied. Harry’s smirk dropped and he turned his head in time to see Alec staring at me.

“Alec, get your own fucking girl and keep your eyes off mine.” Harry spat in a loud voice. 

“Harry,” I groaned, throwing my head down on my desk. Could I ever have one day when Harry didn’t attempt to get into a fight with a guy. 

Everyone in the class slowly quieted down after Harry’s outburst, but Harry didn’t seem to care at all. His eyes were hard as he looked at Alec. Alec simply smirked, rolled his eyes, and turned back to his partner.

“Watch your language, Mr. Styles. I’ve already suspended you three days this year for smoking and fighting. I don’t think you want that number to go up.” Our teacher spoke from across the room. 

Harry ignored her and turned back to me where I sat, giving him a look of pure annoyance.

“What?” He asked innocently.

“You need to stop lashing out at every guy that breathes the same air as me.” I replied. “Do you even realize how many girls a day I watch stick their chests out for you? Or purposely walk by you trying to get your attention? It’s sickening but I trust you to know that you’re not going to do anything.”

“I trust you.” Harry said stiffly.

“Yeah, I can tell.” I replied sarcastically. 

“You know I hate Alec.” Harry grumbled, setting his chin on my shoulder. I kissed the tip of his nose lightly, running my hand through his hair.

“I know baby.” I replied in the same tone. Harry watched from my shoulder as I continued to do the next few chemistry problems. I needed an A in this class. I needed to be able to get into any college I wanted too. And so far, chemistry had been my hardest class yet, mostly because of the distraction known as Harry.

“Niall’s having a party tonight since it’s Friday.” Harry said, his hot breath on my neck. “Do you want to go?”

“Yeah,” I replied quickly, looking at Harry with wide and excited eyes. “We haven’t been to a party since we went to that one and-“

“And you almost did drugs with Zayn. Yeah I remember.” Harry cut me off, as his gaze turned cold at the memory. I grabbed his hand with mine as I continued to write down answers on the last page of the packet.

“I’ll stay with you the whole time.” I assured him. That seemed to be enough for Harry as he intertwined his long fingers with mine.

“I’ll pick you up at ten. I have some business to do after school.” Harry said, pressing a kiss to my cheek. The bell rang and Harry and I grabbed our stuff and walked to the school parking lot together. He pulled me in for a passionate kiss before we went our separate ways.

As I got into my car I had somewhat of an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Harry used to tell me about what he did for the gang, and he was rarely even meeting up with them. But now he spoke of “business” all the time. It made me feel queasy but I pushed my feelings down and started my car, driving home to get ready for the party.

~ ~ ~

“Now here is where the exchange is going to happen. I had Zayn pick up our new shipment and it’s currently in our warehouse.” Jay explained to me as he pointed to a map on his flatscreen computer. 

“How much is going out?” I asked, looking down at the files that were laid out on Jay’s desk. He pointed to a range of numbers. 

“Over half. These are big suppliers. They buy this shit up and pretty much always pay on time, so we shouldn’t have that much trouble. They’re going to pay over half of the costs during the exchange. We’re then giving them six months to come up with the rest, once they sell and earn some money.” Jay continued.

“Makes sense.” I replied, my eyebrows furrowed as I read over the file. 

Jay and I were the only ones in Mark’s office. Jay had called me down after school, but hadn’t called any of the other guys. I wasn’t sure why he had been paying so much attention to me lately, but I really wasn’t going to question it.

Jay and I had never really gotten along. We always put up with eachother, but we knew we didn’t like one another. But now, I was on his good side. We were actually getting along. And I was coming to realize, I actually didn’t hate him that much.

“Did you or Mark arrange this?” I asked out of curiosity. Jay lit a cigarette in his mouth and then offered one to me. I grabbed one on instinct, putting it in between my lips and then lighting it with my lighter.

I knew Scarlet would probably smell or maybe even taste the cigarette on me tonight. She hated me smoking. But I had started to be more stressed than usual.

The bet was ending in less than a week, which gave me only a few days to get Zayn to let it go. I was afraid that once I told him about me and Scar, he would go and tell her the truth about the bet out of anger. I couldn’t let that happen.

And then there was also the stress from the gang. Even though it had only been two weeks since Mark had been gone on his trip, I had gotten a lot more involved. I both loved it and hated it.

I liked being on the inside and knowing what was going on. It made me feel higher up and powerful. But I wasn’t around Scarlet nearly as much. And I know she noticed that as well.

“Mark arranged it.” Jay replied between puffs of smoke. “He called me today to let me know. He also requested someone specific to do the drug deal.”

“Who?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“You.” Jay spoke. I took a step back, surprised. I had never done anything remotely like a drug deal. I just beat the shit out of people who owed us money.

A drug deal was a whole new level for me. Drug deals involved drugs, obviously, guns, and bulletproof vests. If a drug deal went wrong, you were most likely a dead man. Protection was huge.

“Me?” I spoke after a moment. “I’ve never done anything like this before…”

“Mark thinks you’re ready.” Jay replied. “And so do I, Harry. I wasn’t planning on involving you in a drug deal for another few months but Mark was persistent that you do it. Since he’s away on business, he wants the exchange to go smoothly so he doesn’t have any shit or dead bodies to deal with.”

I nodded slowly, my thoughts all jumbled together. I lit another cigarette, blowing in and out. In and out. In and out. I was going to reek of cigarettes by the time I picked Scarlet up tonight, but I didn’t even care.

“So what do you say, Styles?” Jay asked, a grin on his face. “Are you ready to prove yourself?”

I took a deep breath. This was huge for me. There was no going back. Scarlet would freak out, she would go crazy if she found out…

But then I thought about my talk with Jay last week. The gang was expanding. It was growing bigger. If I started doing drug deals, that would put me up higher in the gang. And being high up in a large, powerful gang meant money, power, and more money for me. 

I could finally give my family the life it deserves. My mom could stop working. I could buy us a new house, one that wasn’t falling apart. I could pay for my brothers to go to college when they grew up.

And then there was Scarlet. I could finally be the man she needed and deserved. I would be able to buy her anything in the world that she wanted. I could pay for us to go away on trips. If I had money, her parents would accept me too, making it easier for Scarlet to love me. She would never have doubts about leaving me.

That was all it took for me to make my decision. 

“When’s the exchange?” I asked finally.

“Tomorrow.” Jay spoke, a grin forming on his face after he realized that I agreed to do my first drug deal.

~ ~ ~

At ten o’clock sharp, Harry was sitting in his car outside my house. I walked down my large driveway and got into the passengers seat of his beat up car.

“Hi,” I smiled at him as I slid into the seat. His eyes were already on me as he leaned forward, immediately enveloping me into a rough kiss that made my crotch tingle slightly.

“I missed you.” He spoke as he leaned down, pressing kisses to my neck that made me moan and giggle at the same time.

“I saw you a few hours ago, Haz.” I grinned pulling his head up so that I could feel his lips against mine again. After making out for another fifteen minutes, we finally pulled away from each other and Harry started to drive.

I glanced over at Harry. His hair was styled a bit differently. Instead of his curls going towards the side of his head, they were styled slightly upward. And just like everything else on Harry, it looked incredibly sexy.

He wore tight black skinny jeans along with a maroon red v-neck. It brought out his green eyes that looked almost as if they glowed in the dark. His dark tattoos and inkings peaked out from underneath his shirt and I found my finger slightly tracing the ones that peaked out from the sleeve of his shirt.

“I love your tattoos.” I mumbled. Harry looked over at me, smiling.

“I love your tattoo.” He spoke. I grinned at him as I finally started tracing my favorite tattoo on Harry; my name “Scarlet” written in perfect cursive across his arm. 

Ten minutes later we finally arrived to Niall’s house, which was about the size of Harry’s. It seemed like it was holding twice the number of people it should have been. Music blared and the smells of alcohol and weed were distinct.

Harry held tightly onto my hand as we walked into the kitchen past the dancing people and the groups of people talking.

Niall walked in, a can of beer in his hand. His eyes lit up and he ran up to us, smiling goofily. He leaned forward, hugging me tightly and kissing my cheek sloppily.

“Scarlet!” Niall exclaimed. “Harry!”

“Niall is an affectionate drunk.” Harry said to me after seeing my somewhat surprised face. Niall and I had spoken a few times and hung out together with Harry, but we were never on “hugging” and “cheek kissing” terms.

And Harry was right. Niall was drunk beyond belief. He wasn’t a sloppy drunk though, he seemed to hold his liquor well, but he was irish after all.

“Ah shit,” Harry cursed, patting his pocket. I need to grab my phone from Lou, I left it at his house and he was supposed to bring it to the party tonight.”

“He’s upstairs.” Niall slurred, taking another huge gulp of his drink.

“Come on, let’s go find him.” Harry tugged on my arm, but Niall grabbed me.

“No, let Scarlet stay here and chat with me!” He said happily, smiling at me. “I want someone to talk too.”

Harry glanced between us and I could tell he was somewhat apprehensive because of what had happened at the last party when Harry left me alone. 

“Niall will make sure I don’t go anywhere.” I assured Harry, before turning back to Niall. “Right Niall?”

He nodded enthusiastically but I had a good idea he had no idea what I was talking about.

“Alright.” Harry agreed after a moment. He kissed me and turned. “I’ll be right back.”

“It’s great that you two are still together,” Niall said out of the blue, staring at his beer can as if there was something interesting on it. I nodded, giggling at Niall’s silly expression.

“Yeah, I know no one really thought we would last.” I shrugged, sipping from the bottle of water Harry had for me grabbed from the fridge.

“You just don’t seem like the type o’ girl that would date someone that deals drugs, ya’ know?” Niall said and then started laughing to himself. I eyed him curiously.

“Harry doesn’t deal drugs,” I said. “He just gets the money for them.”

“You haven’t heard?” Niall asked, whipping his head up to look at me. “Haz is being initiated tomorrow, doing his first drug deal, that is. Took him fucking long enough if you ask me.”

I felt a ringing in my ears as I put together Niall’s slurred words. Was what he said true? Was Harry doing a drug exchange tomorrow?

What had happened to trying to distance himself from the gang?

I felt someone’s arms wrapping around behind me and I knew it was Harry. I could feel his curls tickling my cheek. I shifted out of his grip, uncomfortably, earning a look of confusion from Harry.

“I want to go home.” I spoke, turning my back to Niall so that I faced Harry.

“What?” Harry looked at me confused. “Why?”

“I don’t feel good. I want you to take me home.” I replied, avoiding eye contact with him. I tried to pass by him towards the front door but he grabbed my arm.

“Scar, what happened?” He asked, searching my face. His face was full of concern but I still felt sick to my stomach. I needed to know the truth but we couldn’t talk about it here, I could barely even hear my own thoughts above the loud music.

“You two love birds have fun now!” Niall slurred, completely oblivious to the fact that Harry and I were most definitely not having fun. He walked away, dancing to the beat of the music.

“Niall told me the truth Harry.” I spoke coldly. “Now take me home.”

A guilty look came on Harry’s face as he nodded, leading me towards the door and inside his car.

Harry tried multiple times to start a conversation with me, but all I did was cut him off or ignore him. The car ride stayed silent, like I wanted it too. I needed to collect my thoughts. I couldn’t talk with him right now.

We finally arrived at my house, which was pitch black because it was empty. My parents were on yet another business trip and Woods was staying at an old friends house tonight.

“Can I come in?” Harry asked finally as he turned his car off. I nodded after a moment as I opened and shut his car door, walking up to the front of my house.

I let us in by typing in our unlock code. I turned on the lights and walked up the stairs to my room, Harry right at my heels. He had an uneasy look on his face, as if he was dreading talking about this.

I shut my door after Harry walked in. He went over and sat on my large, king sized bed. I folded my arms over my chest and looked at him.

“Look Scar, you have to understand…” Harry started, but I could barely hear him because of how angry I was. “It started two months ago and I didn’t actually know you and it was just some dumb be-“

“A drug deal, Harry?” I yelled above him, glaring at him. I didn’t want to hear his dumb excuses or explanations.

As the words left my mouth, a look of relief seemed to come onto Harry’s face, much to my confusion.

“How could you not tell me about this! I’m your girlfriend! You’re supposed to love me and trust me and tell me things like this. I thought you were trying to get out of the gang, not digging yourself deeper!”

Harry just continued to stare at me, as if he wasn’t even realizing that I was yelling at him. 

“And if you seriously believe that I’m going to let you fucking do this to your future, you’re damn wrong.” I spat. “I don’t even know what the hell you’re thinking!”

I paced the room, my eyes bright with anger. I stared at Harry who was watching me. I expected him to get angry, to lose his temper. But it seemed like just the opposite. 

He had the shadow of a smile on his face, his glistening eyes were attached to me and he licked his lips. 

“Why the hell are you looking at me like that?” I snapped. It was as if I wanted him to get pissed at me, to get mad.

“I love you.” He spoke the words as if they were foreign on his tongue, like they were something new. I felt my mouth open slightly, not expecting those words.

Harry had a temper, a bad one, so the last thing I thought he would be doing as I yelled at him was profess his love for me.

“What?” I asked dumbly, wondering if I had somehow heard him wrong.

“I’m so fucking in love with you.” Harry repeated, this time a smile gracing his face as he stared at me with his big green eyes under his dark lashes.

“I-“ I stuttered, completely taken a back and confused as to what I should even say. Harry still sat down on the bed, watching me with his head cocked the side slightly, his curls a mess.

“You can’t just say that when I’m pissed off at you!” I complained, standing in front of him with my lips pressed into a thin line. Harry smiled once again at me, his eyes squinting with the smile.

“And why not?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. I bit my lip. I hated him. He was so perfect. How could I listen to him tell me he loved me, and still be mad at him?

“Fuck you.” I replied, before Harry’s hands shot out around my waist and yanked me onto his lap. His mouth latched onto mine as if I was his source of air, his source of survival.

“Gladly,” Harry rasped into my mouth as he roughly sucked on my bottom lip. I pushed all of my anger and frustration into the kiss, kissing Harry with all the strength I had in me.

“Fuck,” Harry growled as I bit on his bottom lip roughly. I thought I might even have tasted blood in my mouth, making me realize just how rough I was being. It seemed to egg Harry on even more as he grasped my ass roughly, kneading it with his large hands.

Harry stood up, my legs wrapped around his waist as he flipped us around, so that I was lying in the middle of my large bed. His eyes darkened at the sight of my swollen lips and messy long locks.

He kneeled on the bed, slowly climbing over to me as if he was a predator and I was his meal. When he finally had his body over top of mine, he leaned down quickly, his lips attaching to my neck in multiple places. He continued to bite, lick, and suck at the sensitive skin, making my moans fill the room.

As he leaned back up from my freshly marked neck, I took this as my chance to mark him as well. I leaned up, inhaling the scent known to me of Harry. I smelled the masculine cologne, along with the lingering smell of cigarettes. I kissed and nipped at Harry’s throat, sucking at a particular spot where I had left a hickey last week that was just starting to fade out.

From the sounds of Harry’s moans and his neck kisses, I knew I was my sex was wet and that my panties were most likely already soaked. My arms were clasped around Harry’s neck, pulling him down to me so that there was no space between us. 

As he continued to kiss me, his hands lifted and groped at my chest, making my sexual frustration just get worse and worse with each second. 

He fumbled with the lining of my shirt, making me lift my arms so he could yank the thin material over my head. Within a few more seconds, my bra hit the floor next. I laid there topless and exposed in front of Harry, yet I didn’t feel a blush creeping on my cheeks. I trusted him and didn’t feel self conscious.

“So damn perfect.” Harry mumbled, as if he was talking to himself. His eyes flitted up to look at me, under hooded eyelids, before his lips kissed down the valley of my breasts.

A moment later, a gasp escaped my lips as Harry wrapped his red lips around the swollen nipple of my right breast, his hand grabbing and kneading the unkissed one. I bit my lip and felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as Harry kissed and sucked at my breasts, the feeling making my head want to explode.

“Harry,” I gasped out a few moments later after he stopped. His head was only a few centimeters away from me, his elbows resting on either side of my head.

“Scar,” Harry replied, my head lifting so that our lips brushed, his mouth immediately opening, begging for my tongue against his.

“Make love to me,” I begged, my sex throbbing with so much want and anticipation, it was almost painful.

Harry’s eyes darkened even more than before, making them go from forest green to an almost black shade. He said no coherent words aside from a growl and string of curse words as he latched onto my mouth again with his.

Three minutes later, his shirt, his pants, and my pants had all found themselves lying on the floor. All that was keeping us from being naked was my thin lacy underwear and his boxers that seemed to be getting tighter by the minute.

Harry flipped us over so that I was on top of him, my naked chest open to his widened gaze. I put my hand over the bulge in his boxers, palming him through the thin and constricting material. Harry stiffened and jolted his hips against my hand, as his manhood grew by the second.

My fingertips dipped into the waistband of his boxers, making a breath of air leave his red, swollen lips. I yanked down his boxers, making Harry’s man hood, thick and hard, come out. Harry’s boxers were flung on the floor, leaving him completely naked in the middle of my bed. I didn’t think I had ever seen something so enticing in my life.

I reached for Harry’s erection but was flipped over, Harry being done with letting me having control in the bedroom. He was dominant and he liked it, there was no denying that.

Harry continued to leave wet kisses down my chest and passed my navel on my flat stomach, leaving me with butterflies. 

“Holy shit,” Harry breathed as his hand went past my panties and pressed up against my clit. “You’re so fucking wet.” He dipped a finger in, sliding in and out of me, making me moan and my hips buck up. I wanted him. I needed him.

“Harry, I need you.” I said truthfully. Harry pressed a sloppy, wet kiss against my lips as he continued to pump his long finger in and out of me.

“Tell me what you need, baby. Tell me.” He spoke in a hoarse and raspy voice that made me even wetter than I was before.

“I need you to make love to me.” I paused for a moment, our lust filled eyes connecting. “Hard.”

Harry’s finger pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty and hornier than ever. I whimpered in want and need. Harry lifted his finger to his lips, his tongue wrapping around his wet finger and tasting me. His eyes closed as a low moan left his lips.

“You taste better than anything I’ve ever tasted.” Harry spoke, his eyes shutting for a moment as his naked torso hovered over me. “You taste so damn good.”

After another moment, Harry’s hand shot out and wrapped around the side of my lacy panties. He ripped them off, literally, ripping them in half, as he carelessly threw them across the room with the rest of my clothing. 

He leaned down, pressing his lips to my tattoo. The initials “H.S.” written in beautiful cursive on my hipbone, seemed to intrigue him as he continued pressing his lips to it.

Harry leaned towards the side of my bed, grabbing something. He lifted it to his teeth, ripping open the silver packaging of what I recognized to be a condom.

“Let me,” I spoke, my hand grabbing the thing rubber from the packaging. I rolled it overtop of Harry’s long and hard length, making him breath hard.

“Lay down,” Harry spoke. I complied to his request, falling back against my soft comforter and plush pillows. “You look like a fucking angel.” He mumbled as he hovered above me.

“Ah,” I gasped out as Harry’s tip was positioned at my entrance. This being my second time having sex, I knew it would be much more enjoyable than my first time which was painful during most of it.

“I’m going to fuck you like the angel you are,” Harry said, sliding into me with one hard thrust, making my walls clench around him. “I’m going to damage your innocence.”

With Harry’s words and movements, I knew it wouldn’t take me long to lose it. 

Harry continued to quickly thrust in and out of me, grunting and moaning along with me. Every few seconds my name would leave his lips, along with the word “fuck”, or “holy shit.”

“Harry,” His name left my lips as I looked up at him through my heavy eye lids. I found it hard to keep my eyes open, them automatically wanting to shut in ecstasy. 

“So tight,” He mumbled as his lips pressed against mine. You could hear the slapping together of skin mixed with moans. Each of our bodies was covered in a thin layer of sex sweat from all the heat we were emitting. 

I watched as Harry’s curls bounced with each thrust. His tattoos were illuminated brightly against my body that had no marking whatsoever aside from the small inkings of his initials. 

He had scars, tattoos, and bruises. I had nothing but two small letters on my hip bone. Aside from that, my skin was pale and clear. It was another difference between Harry and I.

“I’m close,” I said quietly, reaching up my hand to push a loose curl out of Harry’s face that covered his eyes as he continued to thrust in and out of me.

Harry fastened his pace immensely, making direct and precise thrusts that were pushing me off the edge. I found it hard to not scream out. My nails dug into Harry’s back, scratching all the way done towards his butt. 

Less than a minute later, both Harry and I hit our climaxes, our highs coming together. My name left Harry’s lips in shallow, quick breaths. Harry collapsed on top of me, his body covering mine completely as he attempted to catch his breath.

All I could think about was how fucking great that was. How I felt as if Harry and I got closer and closer each time we had sex. I never wanted it to stop.

Harry rolled over, pulling out of me. A long breath left his lips as he lay against my bed. He pulled the used condom off his limp length and threw it into my garbage can a few feet away.

His arm wrapped around my thin waist, pulling me against him so that half of my body was on top of his. I looked up at him, our eyes connecting with such emotion I found it hard to breath. I reached up, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him in for a long, passionate kiss.

“For having sex for the second time, you’re pretty wild.” Harry spoke into the silence, making me smile against him. I rested my head in the crook of his neck.

“I learned from the best,” I replied, making Harry laugh.

“You scratched the hell out of my back, I think I’m bleeding.” He spoke, making me laugh along with him as his fingertips lightly rubbed up and down my back.

“What do you expect from a girl whose innocence you damaged?” I retorted, using his words against him. Harry opened his mouth, letting out a loud laugh that made his head tip back. It was my favorite sound and made his dimples pop and his eyes squint.

“I have so much I want to teach you.” He spoke, looking down at me. I nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. I wanted to learn more too. I wanted to try different things, different positions, different ways that would pleasure both me and him. I wanted to become experienced.

“Harry?” I spoke into the silence. Harry leaned up, turning off the lamp so that we were left in the darkness, aside from the moonlight that illuminated the room.

“Yeah baby?” His low, after-sex spoke, giving me chills.

“Are we really going to be that couple that gets all their anger out by having sex after we fight?” I asked, a smile on my lips. Harry laughed quietly underneath his breath, his arms tightening around me.

“Angry sex is the best sex.” He replied, his hand squeezing my ass lightly, making me squeal.

“I hear makeup sex is pretty good also.” I replied, making Harry raise his eyebrows.

“I think I may have created a monster,” He spoke, a smirk on his lips. I grinned at him, reaching up to poke his dimple.

“You just have an effect on me, I guess.” I shrugged, nonchalantly.

“I do love you, you know.” Harry spoke after a moment. I rubbed my nose against his neck, leaning into Harry even more.

“I love you too.”

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