I crawl up from between your legs when you're finished coming down from your high, kissing up your stomach to your chest before finally pressing my lips to yours.

I met you after the concert and brought you back to the hotel room, mostly because it's so fucking lonely to stay in hotel rooms by yourself and you were more than willing to come with me, not that i can blame you.

Gosh, no

I know how that sounded, I'm not cocky... i mean yeah, i can definitely come off like that, i meant in more of a, if my favorite celebrity offered wouldn't i? god no i'm assuming i'm their favorite celebrity.

I get torn from my thoughts by you, pushing me up on my back, obviously wanting to repay me for the favor, it's not that I don't want to but I'd rather just talk than get the favor repaid, but most times i ask the person i bring back if we can talk rather than do anything normally they get pissed so i came up with this system if i please them first by going down on them then they don't even mind just talking after, because for them they get to be with Harry Styles

GOD! NOW I'M DOING IT AGAIN, GET DOWN FROM THAT HIGH HORSE HARRY I internally scold myself.

I stop you the moment you get my belt unbuckled. ''You're great, but I was hoping we could just talk?'' I ask.